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Sir Calaudrin Estardes

Nobody lives a completely blameless life. It might be just possible, by lying very still in a cellar somewhere, to get through a day without committing a crime. But only just. And, even then, you're probably guilty of loitering.

Social Rank: 7
Concept: Born Watchman
Fealty: Grayson
Family: Estardes
Gender: male
Age: 39
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Soldier
Height: 5'10"
Hair Color: salt-and-pepper
Eye Color: black
Skintone: brown

Titles: Disciple of the Sentinel, Knight of the Griffins, Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard

Description: There is a reedy quality to Calaudrin's height. He is swarthy, lean and a little unfinished-looking. He tends towards five o'clock shadow by two'clock in the afternoon and there's a thready gleam of silver that tousles readily in his short dark wavy hair. Weathered and brown with heavy, skeptical eyebrows, his eyes are clear and sharp and black, gleaming with a keen and unshakable intelligence. His lips are thin, his nose a hawkish hook. The bones of his face are sharp, softened sometimes by the darkness of a beard he only sometimes remembers to shave off.

Personality: Calaudrin has seen some shit. He's seen your shit, their shit, and most importantly, he's seen his own shit. He's not interested in it. He's got a good balance of aggressive competence and world-weary snark that allows him to approach the world with the kind of perspective that one of nature's watchmen needs. There are a few things that are core to his worldview: if you're running away, he's chasing you, probably because you're running away. If there's a nasty problem that he can't get to the bottom of, the reason he can't get to the bottom of it probably has to do with money; he is leery of corruption and skeptical about its absence. He is honest to a fault and will speak truth to power because he lacks the patience to do otherwise. He is reliable and steady but holds a healthy dose of personal caution that sometimes (not infrequently) fails to overbear his native stubbornness. He is pathologically incapable of letting go once he lets something take hold of him. He's really bad with relationships because it's not so much that he loves his job as that he finds it impossible to escape from it. He does his best work in the middle of the night. He probably drinks too much, because see above about all that shit he's seen.

Background: Calaudrin was born in Setarco, the son of a silk merchant and her husband, whose profession was probably something but by the time Calaudrin was old enough to understand adults, he was under the general impression that that profession was /layabout/. His mother frequently traveled, and he went with her, seeing the world with early cynicism, particularly when at the age of 12 he noticed that his mother was regularly cheating her clients and the noble family she worked for and pretty much everyone else. She was eventually caught, as criminals frequently are, and Calaudrin escaped the resultant potential chaos mainly by voting with his feet as only a commoner can: he lied about his age and voted with his feet, reporting to the Arx guards as though he was 18 instead of 16, as a particularly tall and cynical youth; nobody looked too closely at this until years later when he was already well-situated as a fixture of the guardhouse.

See, because Calaudrin was good at it. Many young people believe themselves to be cynical, but Calaudrin found from early on that the most depressing thing about his cynicism is that it kept being outstripped by real life. He learned to read people and, generally, to find which things about people he was better off not knowing, even in the pursuit of an investigation. There are a lot of dark and nasty secrets in an old city full of such high levels of wealth, and Calaudrin learned to balance when to latch onto a problem like a terrier and dig and dig and dig, and when policework was best a synonym for 'having a smoke in a quiet corner out of the wet'.

Having reached a sturdy Lieutenant's rank, Calaudrin has become a capable administrator, a master of the dire weapons of sarcasm and applied rudeness -- different from unapplied rudeness in that it is selective -- and a very, very good detective ... when he chooses to exert himself.

Name Summary
Aiden Calaudrin has also been a part of saving Aiden's life once and perhaps twice, by getting him off the ramparts during the siege. While he doesn't know all there is to know about Calaudrin, what he knows is enough. The man is brave, selfless, loyal, and duty bound. That is enough for any Prince to respect and admire.
Alexis First Officer Calaudrin Estardes of the Iron Guard. Exudes an air of confidente, but without self-importance. A natural leader, it seems like.
Aureth I met Calaudrin Estardes for the first time when he was running a charity operation in the Commons Square and hating every bloody minute of it. The longer you keep this guy at a party, the longer his face gets, like he's thinking, 'why are you doing this to me'. Far as I can tell, this just means he had to really care about the commons to do the thing. Magpie gives him shit, I've joined in for the hell of it. Seems a decent sort ... as far as Guards go.
Esoka A very decent man. If I'm to be in Arx for a time, I might as well have some fun.
Gisele I can only respect someone who, when faced with darkness and the unknown, turns to the Faith for answers. He's also surprisingly funny, given what I've seen of the exchanges between the officer and Master Magpie.
Maeve He was there helping with the rats! All the rats! It was amusing watching him grunt and groan as he tried to open the grate to the lower level of the building. I didn't like him stepping on one of the rat tails. I mean, if you have to kill a creature, be nice about it! However, he did good in helping and protecting.
Magpie Almost from the beginning Magpie both liked Calaudrin for his sharp wit and dogged persistence. However, given that Calaudrin is in the Iron Guard, that sharp wit comes with a sharp blade, and that persistence is in the name of justice... a particular brand of justice that Magpie is specifically at odds with. The law. A shame, really.
Reese I don't know the commander well - but he seems experienced and to know what he is doing. I hope to know him better one day.
Thena Real by the book kind of guy, but quite admirable if you're into that sort of thing.