| Full Name |
Calabran Del'Tradillitor |
| Race |
Elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Wizard 7 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
157 |
| Alignment |
LN |
| Deity |
Pharasma |
| Location |
Absalom |
| Languages |
Common, Elven, Draconic, Sylvan, Orc, Osiriani, Shadowtongue, Celestial |
| Occupation |
Bookbinder |
| Strength |
7 |
| Dexterity |
18 |
| Constitution |
10 |
| Intelligence |
20 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
8 |
About Calabran
Seeing a dirty, disheveled robe you smell the bouquet of garbage… moldy cheese? Old fish?
The ink smudged, blotchy face that turns towards you has eager, bright hazel eyes. You realize that the front of the robe is even more grimy and unkempt. His crooked posture and dumpiness are out of place on his tall frame.
Long, tangled locks, you're not sure if they have been washed this year, droop down past his shoulders. A rat head projects out of a pocket eating a piece of blue cheese, "Sto, share now." And the rat gives the piece to the bizarre elf who proceeds to eat it.
