{OOC} The Endless White

Name: Kavalkad Tjena

Age: 20

Personality: While not the most upbeat person, Kavalkad usually tries to be minimally charismatic. Even in the worst situation, he still tries to find a way to make a joke or keep everyone's spirits lifted. Even though he is not one to smile fully, a smirk can usually be found on his face unless the situation demands by all means that he should be serious. As his mother used to tell him, "The snow may freeze your skin and bones, but never let the cold into your heart."

Bio:
Born to Raklev and Malm Tjena, Kavalkad spent his early days in relative comfort, playing with every child in sight, and just having the grandest ball of a time. With his father, Raklev, working as a scout, and his mother, Malm, working as a cook, his life was full of both excitement and peace. Every time his father would return from the surface, he would be right at the front of the welcoming party, ready to hug him and welcome he and all of his team home. On nights when his family would gather for bed, his father give him gifts and fill him with stories of his journeys, telling him of places like the great Burlington Cavern, and a large open temple devoted to a man called Sam Walton. While some concepts flew right over little Kavalkad's head, he was always mesmerized, and dream to one day to follow in Raklev's footsteps and explore the mysteries of what was before the snow. This peace remained unbroken until one day, on Kavalkad's 13th birthday, when Raklev's team returned, but his father was missing. The dead silence of the room was deafening as all eyes locked on little Kavalkad when that fateful question left his lips, "Where is my father," and the only response he was met with was, "With the Great Sherpas, little one." 

It took weeks, if not months, for little Kavalkad to begin speaking again. Malm slipped into a trance at the loss of her beloved husband. As Kavalkad began his years of study, his mother's eyes glazed over with the past, seeming to never escape back to the present. Even the Elders began to worry of her, asking themselves whether or not she was fit to care for the still growing child. The pain in her heart was everlasting, and she grew more distant with everyone until one day, when Kavalkad, went to check on his mother, who did not appear at the cooking lines, and found her in eternal sleep. Through pats of reassuring, and looks of pity, Kavalkad, now a young man, pressed forward. He was given to another family for the last few years before the Selection Ceremony. He completely focused on studies and fitness, making sure he was at least somewhat able in both body and mind, before that fateful day arrived. Whether through boldness or stupidity, Kavalkad bowed before the Elders, begging them through sour tears for the opportunity to follow in his father's footsteps. After half an hour of scolding, one Elder spoke up, "Perhaps... the Sherpas have planted this young man on this path. Surely, you all remember that day... when young Raklev came before us and did what his son now does. The pain that has weighed on his heart was simply a test of his resolve." Yes, that was the day when Kavalkad not only became a scout, but showed that he was truly his father's son. As he walked away, though, he promised himself something- that he would not leave anyone behind; that sons would not become without fathers, and daughters without mothers. He has not yet chosen a wife. Rather, he asked to finish his proving first- to cement his place among his people before having children. Now he seeks to do just that.

(A/N: I know this is pretty over-written, CZ. Let me know if there's anything you'd like for me to change so it fits with the story or lore better)

Role: Shaman

Weapons: Kavalkad likes to carry a 15 inch machete with a serrated back. He usually stows it under his pack, the hilt protruding by his right hip. He also a small assortment of knives of varying shapes and sizes attached to various parts of his body- one on the small of his back, one on his left forearm, and one on his right calf.

Equipment: Kavalkad carries a decently sized grey and white backpack with various medical supplies, including chest seals and splints, as well as a set of medical tools in case something needs to be treated with more than a slap of a bandage and a pat on the back. He also tries to always bring along a few glowsticks, a box of matches, and a small pouch of snacks for when he is hungry but no one else is.

Appearance: Kavalkad stands at 6', with a slightly below average build. He has decent facial hair everywhere but his cheeks, and his hair is usually shaved. He always wears a thick wool long-sleeved shirt and pants with thermal inlays. He has a pair of brown boots that a somewhat beat up but still work, as well as a jacket lined with animal furs. he has brown eyes, and a thin nose with a pointed jawline. 

Extras: Kavalkad has never been one to remember names too well, so he likes to give nicknames to people so that they are easier to remember.