Caildir dons sharp facial features, normally accompanied with a smile and soft eyes. He stands 5’10” and a little heavy with 228lbs on his body. From the top of his foot to the nape of his neck, he has winding tattoos, resembling fire where the tattoo ends. Connecting the flames seem to be spiraled lines, looking like clouds of smoke. His face was spared of ink; the front of his body being covered in tattoos though just ending under his Adam’s apple. Down his right forearm, a break in tattoos makes a small clearing for another separate tattoo: a silhouette of his personal sword. He wears a green cloak on his back, always pinned together next to his right collar bone. The cloak covers his shirtless tattooed body. The lower half consists of a belt that seems to glow very faintly a dark blue color and lightly padded pants. His prized sword, Naurhyanda, settles in its sheath on his hip. His face wrap regularly hangs around his neck, only being pulled up on certain occasion.

Caildir prefers to be in the fray of things. His natural Masothi prowess and years of swordplay aid him in his battles. However, Caildir only draws his sword as a last resort. Otherwise, he relies on his proficiency in grappling and his speed. In dire situations, he will use illusions to distract his opponents to gain the advantage.

Naurhyanda boasts a faint red tint and feels hot to the touch. The hilt remains warm, even in the coldest temperature. When the razor blade draws blood, the wound it causes feels as if it were engulfed in flames. However, there was no actual burn damage - just the immense pain. The blade itself is 30 inches with a 12 inch hilt.

Caildir is no exception to the general stereotype of Masothi. He grew with a sword in his hand, learning the human body - specifically the weaker points. He was never too strong; Caildir was constantly overpowered by his peers. This lead to him focusing far more on his speed, relying on that to tire out his opponent and strike where he knew it would hurt. Eventually, he was personally taught by an older Masothi who used a unique style of fighting: grappling. It was through the teacher that Caildir developed an affinity for an up close and personal style of combat. Combined with his love for the sword, he soon became quite a force to reckon with.

Years after training - both with a sword and without - Caildir finally received his tattoos. He was proud of them, and chose to show them off whenever he could. Not too long after the ink settled on his skin, he sought out on his own. However, his family could barely let go of him. They'd always been close, fighting alongside and against each other as much as they could. His father, a master swordsman of the temple, took him to a separate room the night before his departure.

Once there, Caildir's father unsheathed a sword and spoke a single word. Naurhyanda The beautiful piece seemed to glow red in the dim room. It was there where Caildir learned of the sword from his father. He learned of the catalyst located inside it and that his father never learned to harness the full potential of the sword. Not only that, but it was his father's parting gift to him. To this day, Calidir doesn't know why he, the 2nd youngest, received the sword from his father.

During his travels, Caildir only learned more. He spent majority of his time with a Run'Lothi who helped him use the catalyst. It took quite a long time to finally produce something out of it. The Run'Lothi was well versed in Mysticism. Particularly in illusions. He could make the most convincing scenes and Caildir believes that the elf's face wasn't truly his own. It blew his mind how the elf could alter his perceptions. His skill only made Caildir more determined to learn how to use the catalyst.

Caildir is very slow to anger - very rarely even raising his voice. His eyes remain friendly and welcoming with a slight curve to his mouth. He always prefers to think his actions through - constantly thinking about consequences and reactions. That being said, he prefers to keep everyone happy and takes everything in a lighthearted manner. However, Caildir isn't very quick to forgive. Considering how hard it is to piss him off, Caildir believes it's fair to hold a grudge against those who do manage it.

The black stone rests in the hilt of Naurhyanda, unable to be seen from the outside.

Caildir uses mysticism to alter what their senses are perceiving. In the form of illusions, he can create sounds, images, and sensations that the target experiences.