Calidus Reinhart

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Calidus Reinhart

Species	Human
Age	35
Gender	Male
Status	Alive
Affiliation	Reinhart Family Assassin’s Guild
Family	Magnolia Reinhart (Cousin)
Occupation	Lord
Residence	Izril
First Appearance	Interlude – The Competition

Calidus Reinhart is a member of House Reinhart and a [Hedonist]

Appearance

He was amiably wide, not too heavy.

Personality

Calidus prefers partying and living like there's no tomorrow, instead of actually working and worrying what his own gifted mind come up with. He isn't ambitious and wants nothing more that to keep living a hedonistic life. But he is also calculating, observant and organized.

Background

Calidus was raised as a part of the Reinhart family with tutors, and even in adulthood he received a stipend. This stipend allowed him to live frivolously spending little time on work each day and most of his time partying and getting drunk or high. He would never cause major issues for his family, though, and so Magnolia would distantly put up with him.

Chronology

Calidus was sent a missive by Regis Reinhart by way of [Assassins] showing up at his door. These assassins were sent to remake a home base on Izril after the one in First Landing was destroyed. Calidus reluctantly accepted them not because he disliked assassins, but because it would be a lot of work that was just dropped on his doorstep.

Powers and Abilities

Classes/Levels:

• [Genius of Sloth] Lv. 23
  • Derived From [Hedonistic Wastrel]
• [Lord] Lv. ?

Removed Classes:

• [Hedonist] Lv. ?

Skills:

• [Brilliant Insight] (Weekly)
• [Calculable Insight: Copy Skill (Intellect)]
• [He Felt No Shame]
• [Move Reality Like Chess]
• [Store Intellect]

Condition Removed:

• [Drunken Oblivion]

Abilities:

Intellect

Calidus has a keen intellect and a sharp eye that he occasionally uses to make money or seize opportunities. Often though, he prefers to use it to live a hedonistic lifestyle and prefers not to think too heavily.

Quotes

• (To himself) “Fantastic. It must have been a night to remember. And I forgot it? We have to rectify this situation…”
• To Dorim:
  • “There is one pressing, quintessential question I need to ask you, Dorim. The only question I need to ask, and it is about this Wind Runner.”
  • “…How attractive is she? On a scale of one to Wuvren? Her…figure. Is it worth seeing like a work of art? And how interested would she be to a charming suitor, or is she romantically involved with Lord Tyrion?”
• (To Assassins) “Immensely. You lot know I don’t like headaches. But here we are, and I’m sobering up—again. Sit, sit, and let’s get to your offer so I can break out the wine. Actually—let’s all have some now. Pour a glass, don’t wait on me!”
• (Cursing) “Ah, kissing Wellfars. Kiss the Wellfars and slap a Veltras. So that’s how it is?”
• (To Zeomtoril) “…But I bet you the [Assassins] have the kind of drugs you can’t get on the black market. When assassins party? Now there’s a sight to see.”
• (To Medusa Assassin) “…What part? When I was thinking like crazy? Or when I said I would make one of those old-fashioned altars and worship your body on it like the old texts? Because I meant the latter. The former? I’m not always right. I just think hard.”