Calvera

Test. Test. (Doesn't need to be secret.)

Draft.
Doesn't need to be secret. If it wasn't a draft it would go in public.


Calvera is a man of medium hight and build. He has the dark complexion of a sporting man and the hands of a fencer. He keeps his face and head clean shaven and likes to wear fine clothes, lately silks in an eastern style.

He is currently Khan of a small city and the surrounding fertile valleys in a high pass through the mountins. During earlier dynasties it was a pass of strategic importance but since the locks were completed on the Red River a hundred miles west and the Cyclops was slain in the low pass to the east only local trafic comes through his pass now.

Every spring Calvera mounts his fine Roan horse and rides with his Samurai and men at arms to the spring fair. There, all the mercenary Captians meet with the Duchies and city states to find out who will make war on who. Calvera does not command the largest army but it is one of the best. Still there are some years he ridrs home without a contract and spends the summer hunting Wyverns in the high passes or Tigers through the low land jungles. His price is high and he will only take particular kinds of contracts, often his type of war is not needed.

Calvera lives for the blood. Blood, fire, pillage, and plunder. It is no secret this is why Calvera goes to war. Unlike most captains he will bring the enemy to battle in the open, and risk his life and his army in a pitched battle, but the sack of a city is his favorite. Blood will run in the gutters, whole districts will burn, and the streets will ring with the shrieks of the women.

He is known to be strong and fast. Better with a blade than most anyone and the toughest man on campaign. He has no fear of priests or sorcerors nor the demons they may summon. He can be focused and driven, an excellent organizer, administrator, leader and builder.... When he wants to be. His ministers think he is lazy and would often prefer they take care of the administration of his principality, rather than do it him self.

He is sometimes called Shere Kahn but never to his face. On campaign he can wait with the patience of a hunting cat, but he earned the name becuase he has the temper of a wounded tiger.

Any of his cusins may remember him being lazy cruel and selfish. But all Princes of Amber are selfish so they may not have noticed.