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Callon Yelcan was born in a small agricultural village, whose main exports were primarily cotton and textile. His mother was a snow elf who left the village soon after he was born, and his father was a human weaver in the village, and his eyes shifted between his mother’s sky blue and father’s stormy grey depending on the light. He grew up beside his father’s loom, unconcerned by his mother’s absence, hearing great tales of the far off lands his father had traveled in his youth. At 15 his father decided, with tears in his eyes, that it was time for Callon to experience life outside of the village, for he had taught him all he knew and the child’s silver hair and pale skin were dividing him and the other children in the village.

He left the village with a promise to his father that he would pray to the Creator every night (a promise he would later break as he adopted Wyrvun), a bundle of clothes, a satchel of bread, and a letter to a seamstress his father had known in Tahu’lareh. He arrived with a new name “Callon” and a renewed sense of purpose. Working nights with the seamstress for room and board, he began attending classes at the university and quickly began taking as many classes as he could. His favorite subjects were Geography and History, and as the novelty of the Cital began to fade his dreams of far off lands returned.

As with many other young snow elves, he began training with the military at age 20, seeking a new type of thrill and the possibility of one day being shipped to new places. Eventually, the monotony and constrictive structure of army life became unbearable, and after just under five years of training, he parted ways with the military, exchanging no small share of colorful language with his presiding officer as he did so. Without any source of income and high on adrenaline, he packed his bag, shook the dust of Tahu’lareh off his heels, and boarded the first vessel to Kal’Rog he could find, passing himself off as a master cartographer through his university courses and no small amount of faked confidence.

Once reaching Kal’Rog he has since jumped from ship to ship, willing to work for anyone promising a ride to somewhere new or willing to pay a fair coin for his services.