Kallan was born in the streets of the Puddle in Absalon, into a family of 5 other children. Kallan was the youngest and therefore was somewhat the favorite in his mother’s eyes. His mother was a home going typical woman, taking care of the daily routines while his father roamed the streets. At an early age Kallan was not really aware what profession his father actually had, if any at all. Most of the time his elderly siblings just say that dad is out having a drink with some friends, and it was more often than not that his father came stumbling home drunk.
The Streets of Absalon are an unforgiving place and before Kallan even reached his teens, he had been involved in a number of scuffles with the local gangs and at time even with the city guards. He two brothers early noticed the young lad had a keen ability to get in and out of places, where they themselves have grown either too large or simple was not able to enter. They therefore taught young Kallan how to move around the alleys unseen. They also taught the young asprining thief how to handle himself if a fight broke out and his quick fingers quickly became adept with a knife.
Over the years he refined his knife wielding abilities to such an extent, that the other boys in the neighborhood gave him the nickname “Viper”, a name his adopted as his own.
One night long ago tragedy struck the little family. Kallans mother had taken ill from filth fever and within a fourth night she passed away, leaving the house without a caretaker and without someone to care for the children. His brothers started to roam the streets more often, Kallans dad almost never came home but spent the night with paid women or in tavern rooms till he passed out and slept in the gutter. Kallans three sisters also left the home and took up jobs in the street, selling themselves for the highest bidder, or at times just for a warm bed. Kallen himself was mostly left to himself. He often got into self provoked trouble. The mere attention made Kallan feel alive and gave him a respectable reputation among his elders. At night time he found shelter either in the family house, which was quickly falling into ruins, or in whatever alley that suited for the night.
Since reaching adulthood Kallan, have been in and out of prison a number of times. He has also been involved in a number of shady operations, which includes pity theft, burglary and to some extend even violence. His name Viper are all too familiar with the local city guards and his abilities with the blade are becoming somewhat renowned.
Personality:
Kallan is a product of his society, a rude mean looking follow that basically trust no one but himself. He believes that the world is a wicked place and the only way to survive in such one has to be even meaner. This is however only his attitude on the outside. Beneath the by now cool hard shell of a man, beats a heart of hope and dreams. A heart he suppresses to avoid falling victim to the streets of Absalon. When alone and at night he imagines a world outside the ports, all those marvelous place especially seaman brag about, having visited. He is a man of deep emotions, but tries not to let anyone close enough to learn about his true nature. To his follow street thugs Kallan is somewhat an enigma, at one point an excellent thief but as a friend and participant in the thugs daily activities at taverns and in the streets, he seem unreliable and often distant himself from the enjoyment others of his kind feast upon. Kallan are not against partying, gambling and drinking, he just rarely take part in those kind of activities, specially when the others occasionally visit a local brothel. Kallan never drinks alcohol claiming it to be the drink of the devil.
Apperance:
Kallan stands an impressive 5’10”, slim and very agile weighing in around 180 lbs. His dark face is dominated by a large hooked nose almost giving him a raven like appearance. Kallan has dark brown dirty hair falling down past his shoulders and equally dark deep set eyes. He is dressed in ragging leathers, heavy pants and boots that have seen its best day years ago. His waist is dominated by a large girdle like leather belt with a huge metal belt buckle in the middle. On either side of are two long knives sheeted in scabbards. On Kallans back flows a dark midnight colored cloak with a hood large enough to cover his face.
