Name: Kaldis Felwrit
Codename: "Uh...some of my old 'friends' called me Oisin."
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: “I’m uh...pretty sure I’m human...b-but the antlers aren’t really that noticeable, are they?”
Appearance: 
Personality: Kaldis is extremely hardworking when it comes to most anything, though that’s only when he’s awake, and he isn’t particularly inclined to help anybody when he’s sleep deprived. He is extremely shy around others, almost completely avoiding direct eye contact or talking to them, though he’s much more open to his guild members. While he tends to shy away from strangers, he tries to be on his best behaviour around everybody, and
Likes: Apples, construction, napping, cooking, pleasant idle conversation, whittling, and
Dislikes: Loud noises, being disturbed while napping, cold places, shoddy construction work, people making fun of his antlers.
Fears: Freezing to death, things he’s built being destroyed, accidentally hurting someone with his horns.
Guild: Azure Dragon
Rank: Member/Carpenter
Guild Tattoo: Left forearm
Meaning: “Well, I-I like it here, it’s nice, it’s warm, people here are friendly, and I can’t really find work anywhere else...not many people need an unlicensed carpenter.”
Magic: Wood-Make Magic
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: Kaldis’ Wood-Make magic is fairly self-explanatory, he can create constructs out of wood using his magical energy to form them from nothing. The only exception to his magic is that on occasion, the wood will actually have two small twigs on it with small leaves growing off of them, sometimes full branches grow off for no reason, and the wood itself resembles Cherry Wood. He prefers to use two hands to make the constructs more effectively, but he can do smaller constructs with one hand.
History: Kaldis was abandoned in a small plot of land just outside a relatively small town, where his real parents are, or WHAT they are, he has absolutely no idea, but he was fortunate enough to get taken in by a kindly woman, the town’s sole carpenter. She was the closest thing to a mother he’d ever had, and she even gave him a proper name, as well as a home to call his own, despite him probably not even being human.
The other townsfolk didn’t take as well to his deformities as she did, many believing his antlers and odd ears to be a sign of him being a monster, the other children were even encouraged to harass him. Being a kind and gentle soul as a child, he refused to fight back, no matter how badly they tried to hurt him. His adoptive mother did her best to support him through all of this, but it never really stopped, it only lessened slightly in severity. Something inside of him...changed somehow. At age 18, he finally snapped, his boiling point had been reached, and with absolutely unbridled anger, he broke one of his aggressor's left arm, left leg, and several of his ribs in a fight. This didn’t help him in the slightest, but damn did it make him feel better, though now since his antlers had grown to full length the whole town began shouting of pagan daemonic magic and the like. Realizing that he was only making life harder for his mother, he made a hard choice and abandoned the only home he’d ever known and began travelling the countryside, picking up what work he could with the skills and magic he learned from his foster mother.
Eventually he made his way to some city he didn’t know, where apparently you needed something called a “license” to be a carpenter there...who knew? Didn’t stop him from trying to get work, luckily, he'd received word from home that some friend of his mother's was looking for someone to convert a homestead into a full-blown mages' guild. Jumping at the chance to finally get some real work done he set to work immediately, and was pleasantly surprised by just how...nice everyone there seemed. He didn’t really feel like anybody there harassed him, it felt...good. For once he felt normal. When the decision was made to convert the cabin into a guild hall, Kaldis took it upon himself to make sure that those carpenters with actual “licenses” did their work right, and to make sure the place wouldn't spring a leak.
Extra:-When his anger has reached reached its boiling point, his antlers grow to their “full size”, extending well beyond 4ft.
-He files his horns down so he doesn’t accidentally hurt someone, they also grow back at a rapid pace, to the point where he has to file them weekly to keep them in check.
