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Location: Library, History section, Wild Magic shelves

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Calder Dylan

Day 1, Late Morning

Calder had spent the night researching his latest subject of curiosity, again. For the sixth consecutive day in fact, his heritage granting him a drastically lesser need for rest than most beings. He was sorely disappointed that so few had made an attempt to bridge this particular gap in magical theory, simply content to say that it "just was" and go on with their tediously mundane and insignificant lives. Though, he did still need sustenance of some sort sooner or later. As he finished reading the latest volume, yet another bunch of half-boiled theories and conjecture floating like flotsam in a sea of confusion, Calder shook his head to clear it of the dusty words of ... well writers anyway. They might have considered themselves scholars, but Calder had yet to be convinced that their claims had any merit. 

The Troll, like the others of his "race" was a half-breed. Water elemental on his father's side, and Elder Sidhe on his mother's side. His half brother Sirius Dylan, shared a father with him, though he had been sired centuries after Calder was introduced to the realm of Arcadia. Sirius had somehow found Calder there, and Calder has taken him under his own tutelage and raised the boy as he might his own, if children were a thing he was capable of producing. Unfortunately, the boy seemed to have been twisted somewhere along the way causing a schism in the relationship. Calder didn't quite understand it himself, but didn't worry to much about it, considering it to be little more than tidal eddy. When Calder left Arcadia, he sought out Christian, or Stormlord as he was more frequently called in Arcadia. He sought to learn new skills and stretch his abilities in new ways, and after gaining entrance to the Tower of Stars as a Knight, his skills and prior experience helped him to climb the ranks quickly. Now he was a Captain, though few asked him to help them in their tasks. Partly because he was so absorbed in his own tasks and was physically intimidating to approach, and partly because of the rumors his half brother told anyone who would listen. Why the boy had followed him here, was beyond Calder's ability to reason. Yet Sirius was here. For the most part, the two ignored each other. It was better that way.

Calder was currently trying to study the concepts, theories, and applications of wild magic, in particular as it differed from channeled, or granted, magics. He'd not made much headway in the first two months of study. Sadly the subject, though often acknowledged as a conundrum, was rarely puzzled out to any extent. He had about three hundred books left in the library to read, and expected to be done with those in the next two days. For now however, he was in need of nourishment, of the sort forbidden in libraries. The troll rose from his seat, in one of the alcoves designated for personal study, and lumbered his way back though the shelves and halls to the library's entrance. He nodded to the librarian on duty, really just a piece of Archive, as he left the room. Calder turned into the first mess hall and piled his plate high, not caring what was served. He ate quickly, and surprisingly neatly considering his beastly appearance. Three more times he piled his plate, and emptied it. He sat alone, not needing anyone's company, and not aware of anyone else's inherent desire for it.
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