Species:

Satyr (Elf if that isn't allowed)

Hair color:

Orange/Blue

Eye color: green

Biography

Callan is a Satyr, a race who hail from an island to the north. While many have spread to other places across the land, Callan was born in Eyrie. Eyrie is fairly remote and secluded, Mostly dense ancient forest and rolling moors. His family was modest and self sufficient, like many of his kind. Farming, crafting, cooking and brewing was the rhythm of life in (name of island) often punctuated by feasts and parties. Callan though, was always unsatisfied with this simple life. Though his home in Eyrie was very isolated from the rest of the world, he did sometimes find relics and scraps left behind by the High Elvish Empire. They had attempted to colonize on a few occasions, but found the hard work it took to survive not to their liking, and they didn't last there long.

Callan was fascinated by the abandoned technology he found. His people had not much more than simple ropes and wheels, the magic imbibed tech was more than he'd dreamed of. Every scrap he found, he'd take apart and rebuild, unlocking it's secrets. As he grew older, he found he was able to create completely new things from the artifact parts he had amassed. The other satyrs in his community were off put by this, not impressed by his clockwork rabbits and other trinkets. He found himself more and more isolated with his inventions as time rolled by. When he wasn't tinkering, he was delving deep into the unforgiving forests, always seeking more shining golden information. He became quite handy with a crossbow, fending off the creatures that resided there.