Description:
While not always stated in the mrp profile, simply because my explanation tends to become wordy, Cail is a lover of simple foods. He enjoys his fish and seafood, and his savory red meats when occasion permits, but most of all he enjoys an assortment of cheeses.
A slice of fine sharp is good enough to carry him through the day. Of course what good is a slice of cheese without a hunk of bread? The type of bread really depends upon the sort of cheese, you see. However, a good plain white loaf goes with practically anything and so one can never go wrong with it.
What good is cheese and bread without something to wash it down? An ordinary pale ale will due in a pinch, but he prefers to savor the thicker lager of the stout and dark dwarven variety. Thick an' meaty, as the dwarf-folk like to say. A hearty stew to accompany the brew is also a fine choice. He tends to steer away from wines and meads. They give him heartburn.
All of that in mind he's more apt to snack on a batch of hard boiled eggs with a small bowl of seasoned salt and pepper while cloistered away with his books and research.
I mention this all because at any given moment it’s not uncommon to smell the faint odor of any one of these foods on his breath, especially if he's been enjoying a more fragrant selection of cheeses. He seldom drinks to inebriate either, so one ever sees him drunk that's a clue that something might be wrong.
Most of all however, one may smell an odor of pipe weed as it tends to cling to his beard and clothing. He enjoys smoking the more fruity and soothing variety of odors such as cherry or vanilla. Though he does occasionally opt for your average variety of tobacco leaf from time to time. To clarify I use the term 'pipe weed' in a general sense to include the assorted forms of tobacco leaf and such.
As for appearance, he's a clean and tidy sort, but not without his quirks. He tends to keep a short stick of graphite to write with tucked behind his right ear, hidden by a tuft of gray hair. Though it’s not uncommon to see a smudge of graphite at the crook of his right ear, or on the fingertips of his right hand.
He also always has on some kind of wide belt capable of carrying a few old worn leather pouches, one to hold an assortment of small notebooks, and others for whatever else he may need at hand. He also travels with a small pack which carries, among other things, a finely compacted tackle box of assorted baits and lures, a collapsible fishing rod, a clean pair of overalls, and his fishing hat. He also has a collection of fishing rods at his home, his most prized and coveted of which is of the arcanite variety.
His clothing is usually in good order. Not of the latest fashion, but he's never been a fashionable sort of gnome. He prefers utility and practicality over aesthetic design.
He is now seldom seen without the use of some sort of walking stick, staff, or cane.
His current outfit of robes marks his station as a venerated scholar of Conclave. The staff he carries is an artifact he recovered from deep within their vaults, which he uses only after considerable research and study to make certain it possessed no dangerous power or ill effects. It does have a mystical quality and a history. Though perhaps uncommon, it is not unique by any means. Its nature isn't generally common knowledge but neither is it a secret and can be discerned by those with the aptitude and interest.
He proudly dons the cape of the order of Conclave, and it has the marking of his station as a scholar and of a curator. It is clasped at his shoulders by simple emblems further denoting his current station as a curator of their vault.
Edited by Caileanmor on 4/23/2015 1:57 PM PDT
