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Calarian was born yet another Grayson cousin amidst the usual gaggle of princes and princesses. He grew up a bright and curious child, and his knack for ingratiating himself with others was both a blessing and somewhat of a trouble; no one likes a six-year-old with a talent for negotiation. But as he grew, his family was able to direct him quite firmly to a role within the house that always needs filling: diplomacy. His life as an adult became filled with travel -- both to the houses of the Compact within Arvum and the Abandoned houses outside his family's rule. When the Bringer threat became imminent, he was tasked with dragging every single Abandoned fighter he could manage to wrangle to join in the fight. The Gold Feathers to the north of Grayson's claimed lands offered a sizable fighting force that he knew the Compact desperately needed, and so when the Chieftan declared his requirement that his daughter wed into the Grayson family, there wasn't exactly time to take back the offer and shuffle through prospective husbands for her. And so when Calarian returned with Abandoned reinforcements for the Compact army, it was also with a brand new wife. You work with what you have, after all. But Calarian did not have his wife for long. The Gold Feathers fought and died alongside the Compact's army, and Peregrine ranked among the fallen when the Bringers were finally repelled. He worked stabilize the Compact afterward, helping secure a treaty with the Nox'alfar to prevent future threats, and continued to serve both Grayson and the Crown by throwing himself into his work as a Voice and a diplomat. However, after a quiet courtship he married Marquessa Dominique Wyrmguard, setting aside his Grayson bonds to join one of the Oathlands' oldest houses in a marked departure from his former path.

Tall and trim, Calarian possesses a certain classic handsomeness that tends to appear often in his family. His features are even and expressive, with a straight nose; high cheekbones; thick, dark eyebrows; and a mobile mouth. The bronzen cast to his skin suggests some Southern heritage. His dark hair is prone to waves, although it's habitually kept cropped short, and his hazel eyes are endlessly perceptive.

In a family of adventurers, it's not that Calarian doesn't fit, it's just that his particular excitement draws him in a slightly different direction than exploring ruins or swashbuckling through the forest: Calarian explores people. In familiar company, he is prone to a certain dry wit and humor, but he has a knack for finding a comfortable slot to fill with all variety of people, which made his calling to diplomacy clear from a young age. He does not yearn to dirty himself in outdoor exploration, but he's not bothered; above all, Calarian adapts to what the situation requires of him. He absorbs the cultures of others readily, finding fascination with all the differences and similarities, which lets him find ready common ground. He is patient, perceptive, and difficult to offend, despite his precise, impeccable etiquette; he may make high demands of the behavior of those in his house, but it is because he understands the intricacies and importance of the dance of manners. His loyalty to his house and his family is unwavering -- as is his belief in their place as rulers of the Compact.