Roguish. This man is outlined in shadows, from the dark rugged scruff which thinly covers his upper lip and squared, defined jaw to the heavy black brows that sit above piercing, hardened sea-blue eyes. It all gives his expressive face the air of the rapscallion he is, aided by that deep black hair kept trimmed 'round neck and ears, elsewhere falling into a lightly disheveled mess just long enough to lie over his forehead. His skin is well-tanned, and much of what is covered by his layers of clothing is traced in the faint silver of scars, some pinkened, fleshy with less age. Hands claim the callouses and dryness of a worker's, long since textured by the harshness of rope and salt air, with the left kept wrapped in worn black cloth 'cross palm and wrist. Rarely is he anything but poised of shoulder, tall, self-appointed, with his composed height at about six foot. He claims a conditioned build lending towards the average- toned but lean, muscular yet not sizable- and a suave aloofness about him, conveyed alongside an innate arrogance that quite simply drips from his very being.
A sense of the intimidating is at war with gaudy fashion. Black is prevelant, form-fitted black pants kept to his toned shape by a thick belt and prominent silver buckle, to wide-cuffed boots that rise to nearly his knees. A dark vest is secured by four large ornately swirled clasps down his abdomen and laced by crossed leather patterns at his sides. A light, thin black tunic excessively dotted with silvered buttons along its length lies closest to his skin, the arms baggy from the tailored shoulder, the wrists having wide and flared cuffs. Its lapels stand tall and uneven about his neck, and its neckline left open to bare his chest as if after so many buttons and clasps, he'd grown bored. A heavy silver chain hangs 'round his neck, holding a paired pendant at its apex. A dark earring is clipped on his right ear, and many of his fingers claim silver rings of varying widths clearly of masculine make; some simply bands, some of jewel.



He was born on the sea, but those aren't his first memories. The boy grew up in a cohort of children in a rough seaside holding most notable for its fishing and trade. For as relatively small as it was, it was busy, and equally as impoverished. Most children grew up as he did, under the rule of older children, making a fraction of a mark in whatever means they could to pay their sevenday dues. In trying to make right a mistake of being too scared to stand up for another, late one night young Kael attacked one of the older kids, and he fled with his brother and a girl he'd tried to protect to the shipyards before the repercussion of his choices caught up with them. The kids stowed away in the depths of a trading vessel, found out some klicks out at sea. Under threat of being tossed overboard, the lads managed to weasel their way into being cabinboys. The girl was dropped off at the next port, lost for a time in the series of events to come.

In their early teens, Wyaytt and Kaellian were taken on by the traders in truth, divided onto separate ship crews. It was only after a turn of doing what he perceived to be earnest work that he became savvy to the shadier goods being transported by the fleet. Another mistake- a mutiny led by naught but a boy. His words and actions swayed the crew. He took their favor and the ship. As an all too young captain, Kaellian split his time between hunting down the ships owned by Eliam to put a stop to his business affairs, and scavenging seaside villages to find Cait- the girl left at some unknown port ages before. Eliam, though, discovered the latter and not six months after Cait was brought aboard Captain Kaellian's vessel, he boarded the ship on one fateful evening. He killed her in retribution, leaving before a bound Kael or a distracted crew could stop him.

Lust for revenge was all-consuming, and he threw himself into his pursuit. It doubled in intensity, and while he wouldn't ignore other potential prey ships, he was far more aggressive at the sight of those familiar, abhorred flags. His luck held for quite some time. He was successful, he was dangerous. He became a name in some tavern song. But nothing lasts forever. Some ten turns since parting ways, a message came by firelizard from his brother. The letter was scrawled in familiar hand, stating in short that he was ill, and had asked to see him as soon as possible. It was a request Kaellian wouldn't- couldn't- refuse. But answering the request was his downfall, the trap one that let Eliam imprison him aboard one of his crafts.

"What is your freedom worth to you?" It was a question posed to him once a day, every day by a man of the crew who gave him no name. Kaellian gave him no answer. Day after day passed. Eventually, Kaellian caved under the pressure of confinement. The man asked for a deal. It bought him the light of day again, it bought him a renewed chance to destroy the man who had taken everything from him. The deal gave him his freedom, a ship and a crew in waters near Xanadu until they next spoke. The odd man wanted something of the nearby Weyr. Something that would only be presented in time. He would give him Eliam, he promised that much; Kaellian just had to wait.

Local Rumors

  • Pronounced "kill-e-an"; Kael could be pronounced "kale" or "kill", but there are none who call him by either
  • Captains the trading vessel Between's Black from southmost Southern Ocean to Lake Caspien to the Sea of Azov
  • He has a crew of about 25 men, though the numbers vary depending on the source of the information
  • Most harbormasters don't have a record of sightings of this ship until very recently
  • It isn't clear specifically what he transports, though there are a few tavern drunken whispers that Between's Black's captain will transport anything.. if you have the mark for it. If anyone's tested that theory, they haven't admitted to their business affairs.
  • More recently, there's been increased vigilance at Xanadu Weyr following concerns around his arrival, and an increase in pirating affecting protectorate and closer trade routes.While Between's Black has not been seen for a number of months since this shift in attention arose, Kaellian has continued to appear for short stretches of time, then vanish again.
  • The time in port is often short from a single night, to a day or two, and never moored where records detail a specific length of stay- or, at least, those records can't be found. The rest of the time is spent on open water.
  • He can be a shameless womanizer in port, though none are seen to go with him on his travels.
  • It's incredibly difficult to miss him if he's in the room.
  • And he drinks rum.
  • He drinks a lot of rum.


That's a whole other conversation.




Title OOC Date Cast
Lost Cogs September 6, 2018 Nessalyn, Kaellian
Count of Three September 9, 2018 Risali, Kaellian
Seaside Serenade September 22, 2018 Risali, Nessalyn, Kaellian
Monsters September 27, 2018 Risali, Kaellian
Don't Try This, Period October 5, 2018 Kaellian, Nessalyn, Risali
House of Cards October 12, 2018 Ila'den, Kaellian
A Dangerous Dance October 12, 2018 Kaellian, Nessalyn, Risali
A True Xanadu Welcome October 13, 2018 Kaellian, Nessalyn, Rinian, Taeli
For Science October 14, 2018 Nessalyn, Risali, Kaellian
Distant Shores October 19, 2018 Risali, Kaellian
To Disappoint October 19, 2018 D'lei, Nessalyn, Rinian, Kaellian
Mudfights, Victories, and Stolen Boots October 20, 2018 Rhodelia, Rinian, Nessalyn, D'lei, Risali, Kaellian
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