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One of several Blackrams born off a vibrantly healthy branch of the family tree, Cahal is a middle child in a brood of half a dozen. It made him what he is. Where a smaller family might have allowed him to be quiet and reserved his rambunctious kin forced him into a rough and tumble world where being quiet saw you getting overlooked. He's glad for it. When he tries to imagine what it would be like to grow up without being smothered in brotherly fights, family hugs and so much love you were like to drown it makes him feel kind of sad. He was groomed to take part in the endless fights up on the Cloudspine, much like his siblings, but whilst he's got a good enough arm with a sword it’s never been where he truly shone. Soon he was being sent to scout with small groups, or even alone, instead of serving the army but as he grew in experience it became increasingly obvious that his true talents lied in people, not scouting. He started to use his skills on deeper mysteries than the whereabouts of Shav forces. If there was a suspicious death in one of the villages - Cahal could usually wrangle out the story. Who better than a man that shone with people to support the family in the big city? He was close to thirty when he came to Arx in the belief that he could serve his family best in the Capital. The greatest diplomatic minds were here and he took great joy in learning everything he could from and whilst he loves his Blackram cousins dearly, none of them were capable of working socially as well as he could. In Arx he deveoped an interest in the strange, and it's rumored that he met Marquessa Demura of Lyonesse in the pursuit of further knowledge, a relationship that quickly blossomed into love. Fortune smiled when his family agreed that it was a good match and whilst the Cloudburners will always blaze in Cahal’s heart he has turned much of his attention to Lyonesse. As long as he remains the Marquis Lyonesse, he won’t allow them to fade away.

Tall and broad, Cahal has a powerful frame packed with the lean muscles that can only be earned through constant physical activity. There are hints in the skin about those green eyes that crinkle so readily with good humour and the grooves in his cheeks which deepen with every smile that say that his smile is easy and often. And what a smile it is. It always seems to start on the right, deepening a dimple there in that cheek, before the left decides to come along for the ride. Dark stubble often roughens the strong line of his jaw, although it is obvious that he at least attempts to keep clean shaven, and his dark brown hair tumbles in a cascade of jaw length, wavy, locks which seem to constantly want to get in his face.

Cahal's a man of layers. Outside the family, amongst those he's not really sure about, he's an outgoing, boisterous and rather loud man with a penchant for telling unbelievable stories. Everyones friend he's quick to laugh, hard to anger and oftentimes viewed as being interested in nothing but the pleasures of the moment. But his loved ones get to see more. Behind the bluster there is reliable man with a deep deep core of loyalty and a willingness to go through hell for his kin. Patient, with a critical eye that catches a lot of details others would miss, he has the ability to play a long game.