Birth Year: 1983 (age 126 - 42 in Earth years)
Romantic and/or Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Faceclaim/Humanoid Appearance: Ryan Gosling
True Appearance: Cal has dark blond hair, that he occasionally dyes light blond for the aesthetic. His eyes are bright blue that can turn entirely black (even the whites) when exposed to bright lights. He stands at 6’0”, which is actually short for renkaraii, but he will never admit that.
[TW: Alcohol, pregnancy, death]
The Israx was a highly formidable pirate ship in her day, even boasting reputable smugglers in her past roster. This ship was unafraid to get her hands dirty, and utilized any means necessary in order to obtain the best goods and the highest profit margin. At the helm of the Israx were renkaraii by the names of Thrarro and Yde Lucerniis, husband and wife who had fled Grisehirii with their child, Callec, in the midst of its planetary war. Over time they had both become ruthless and single-minded, and were incredibly tough with their crew. And their child.
Cal remembered a time when the relationship between him and his parents were caring, when they were happy and living in a nice home in Iing, the capital city of Bliiuu Plye, a country located in the northern hemisphere of Grisehirii. He had plenty of family around, and kids to play with. The war changed everything, his planet no longer safe to live on, and he was forced to evacuate at the age of 24 (~8 in Earth equivalent) to be formed up on a pirate ship that his parents were able to procure and build from the ground up. Cal grew to resent his parents, however. Thrarro and Yde were of a mindset that he be granted no favoritism, and was treated like a mate on a ship he wasn’t allowed to leave. His only solace came in the form of a random kid they picked up during a raid named Lixiss, who liked to annoy him and vice versa, and they quickly became best friends. He begrudgingly learned the tricks of the trade as he grew up, and eventually was offered a position as a clerk. And in the meantime, the moment the ship touched down at ports he would disappear to drink and party until it was time to leave again.
He never bothered to learn how to properly run a ship; and his parents never thought it was important to teach their son how to captain. They were going to be doing this forever, after all, and in their eyes, their son didn’t have what it took to be a captain. He was irresponsible with money: often spending all of his earnings at port. He wasn’t strong enough physically—Cal developed scoliosis in his teens and underwent spinal fusion surgery, but still experienced chronic back pain. And perhaps the most damning of all: when he had a child with an erkuss.
Callec was 78 (26) when he met an erkuss named Stevie at a bar. He didn’t know anything about them besides their name, before having a series of hookups during the duration of the Israx’s time on Kraysha, and he obviously didn’t need to know anything about them. The sex was decent, so he didn’t think much of exchanging numbers in the off-chance they wanted to do this kind of thing again next time he was around. A couple months later, he received a message from Stevie just “letting him know” that they had a positive pregnancy test, that they were keeping it and didn’t want anything from him, but if he could let them know what species he was so they could tell the doctors correct information? Meanwhile, it took everything in him to grow a spine (get it, because he has scoliosis…i’ll leave now) and actually be there for them. Because claiming his kid would mean telling his parents what he did.
He eventually found the nerve to tell them, and his parents very reluctantly docked on Kraysha for a year so Cal could help Stevie through the pregnancy, and get child support set up for his new son, Troy. Cal came away from this with an even icier (pun intended) relationship with his mom and dad. He hated the proximity to them, he hated their ship, he hated them. So it was only fitting by fate that he be stuck with the ship.
Thrarro and Yde were getting on in years but refused to retire, or even slow down with the smuggling. Cal had turned 111 (37) that day, and was working in his office late into the evening, on call while a large heist was going on simultaneously. All this was normal protocol and thought nothing of it until he received a call from one of his crewmates, detailing that a good portion of the crew had been ambushed and were rushed to the hospital. Including his parents and Lix. By the time he got there, Thrarro had already passed away, and Yde was very close. As he looked into his mother’s eyes, he saw nothing but the usual disdain. Maybe even more, as she spit out that he would need to assume the position as captain in her last breath. Fuck.
Cal didn’t know the first thing about being a leader, or being a captain. He knew it, Lix knew it, and his crew knew it. The renkara scrambled for several years, relying heavily on his very annoying first mate, but the Israx was quickly running out of funds. Many bad decisions were made, one after another. The crew didn’t respect him, often turning to the first mate instead for orders and for approval. The last straw was when Cal led the crew right into the arms of the Galactic Union, only managing to escape thanks to an insane amount of luck. That night, the crew staged a mutiny and requested Cal leave the ship immediately. He was a danger to himself and to everyone around him, the first mate had sneered with his stupid mouth.
Cal had no choice—regardless of the decrease in the Israx’s reputation, the crew were still violent and fueled by hatred. So along with Lixiss, who stubbornly decided to follow him despite already practically having the job of her dreams, he packed his stuff and took a quick shuttle off. They docked at Dolnoh until they could hitch a ride to Kraysha, or get ship jobs—hopefully the second one. When the Prosperity arrived, it seemed like the best option for him to get a clerk job, the only thing he was reasonably good at, so that he could pay his child support. As long as Lix got to be a navigator again, it’s, meh, whatever.
His ice-skills as a renkara are low-level. He can freeze a large glass of water, create small ice patches (approximately a foot in diameter) and he can produce a layer of frost on his skin. Sometimes these happen as a result of strong emotions, i.e., anger.
His languages are Grisehiriin, the language of Griisen Renkaraii; English, and limited Gevit (enough to get by for paperwork).
He’s good with clerk work from years of doing that—competent with it, even though he fucking hates it
He can hold his own in a fist or a knife fight, and has had to do that more than a few times (mostly bar fights, but he would occasionally be recruited for missions).
Cal is an encyclopedia for different kinds of alcoholic drinks, and probably could have been a bartender in another life.
Can make a pretty decent grilled cheese. His specialty is adding turkey and apple slices.
Played by Hope; 29; she/her; central time
