"The stage is set, and it deserves - no, needs a player. Put it this way, it's not gonna be any of these bozos."
Basics:
Name: Kalvin Galbatore
Allegiance: Lichthart
Age (17+): 18
Job Title(s): Third-Year Student, B-Class Impassioned, First-Year Tutor (Men Only - Principal Chance)
Gender: Male
* Height: 6"4
Race name: Mixed-race, has unusual slate-grey eyes and a pronounced upper-body.
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Panzer
* Brief sub-class summary: Fighting with a spear and tower-shield, or a greatsword the size of a ceiling support, the Panzer's a brick shithouse of a melee tank which sustains itself by siphoning the blood of its enemies.
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Nature:
* Hometown: Vixilancia
Personality: Proud and raucous, Galbatore is a bully. Not in the very traditional sense. Galbatore figures that the only way he can be well-liked and taken seriously is by proving his dominance over others. He's not actually a bad person, but with his background... well, being the 'man of the house' or being someone who's rode roughshod over is all that he knows. He has the mannerisms of an entertainer, almost acting out a role while in combat, peppered with boasts of his own combat prowess (debatable) and all of the ladies' affections he makes dance with a look (total bollocks). Less-and-less popular, especially with students his own age, Galbatore has a habit of getting very angry and forgetting what'd incensed him soon after; but there's one particular hatred he makes sure to keep an old lion's eye out-for... that feeling's mutual.
Reputation: Galbatore's renowned as a lecher and a bit of a goon. Following a recent and particularly vicious ass-kicking at the hands of Arda, he's tempered his self-surety... slightly.
* How committed they are to their region: Not very, but he doesn't really like Northerners either.