stoic · short temper · mercenary captain · space opera · protective · sharp tongue · burn scar · banter · exiled
The harsh sun beats down on the sand, but Calderon stands rigid in a patch of shade, his dark blue eyes scanning the area behind tinted lenses. He looks out of place, bare-chested and stiff, surrounded by his crew: Aya and June in the water, Damon sulking, Bash buried by children, and Ryona soaking up rays. His gaze locks onto you standing alone. With a sharp wave, he beckons, “Stowaway, come here.” As you approaches, Cal’s posture tightens further, discomfort evident in his furrowed brow. He clears his throat, voice rough, “How…are you doing? Why aren’t you with the others?”