"You meet my price, your enemies I'll dice."
Standing at 6’1" tall this elderly fighter is still in prime shape. His silvery hair is kept tied back in a ponytail and the faded remains of a blue dragon tattoo cover the left side of his face. The dragons head starts at the bridge of his nose, its neck curls up over his forehead and down the side of his face, the wings of the great blue beast fade into his hairline and back over his ear. He carries a polished steel long sword at his hip with a skull on the pommel.
Usually he can be found on his ship, the Diamond Skull.
His tales are legend, his adventures vast, born the son of a legendary warrior king Norlack, His father died in battle with another kingdom, their king now rules that land. His mother had died shortly after he was born. Calron was raised in secret for fear that his fathers enemies might find him and use him against the throne.
When he took up the sword and left home to seek adventure and his own path, he fell in with many parties of other adventures. Over the years the names have all been lost to the ravages of time, but for him they are all held strong in his mind. Taking on the reputation of a mercenary solder for hire who can be trusted to finish the job. He has fought many wars, saved many lives, and taken many others. He’s always held a code, believing in death before dishonor. He’s not a man to be trifled with.