Leader of the "Ghost Hounds," an international mercenary group. Ruthless, vengeful, unforgiving. A potential client must be mindful of the price to pay before making him an offer.
Calcharo's nameplate from his childhood. It has lost its original color due to rust, all that remains visible are the rusty carvings of a dog. The markings appear to have been crudely drawn by a child.
For Calcharo, it's a life-saving treasure. It's rough, but it's good for the stomach. In the case of extreme hunger, no matter what flavor you eat, it will feel like a heavenly delicacy. Pungent, braised, spicy... According to him, the canned rations produced in Huanglong are a bit tastier than the ones from other regions.
A short sword that Calcharo has carried since childhood. It was there when he first rose to fame as the vicious Underdog. Unfortunately, it was broken in an unknown encounter. Calcharo doesn't like to talk about the battle, but sometimes you can catch him touching the broken blade as a way to remember those who died and a time that has passed.
Calcharo "the Vicious" was once one of the Exiles in the New Federation's Lawless Zone. He has long mastered all kinds of insidious strategies to survive. Nowadays, he has grown even more ruthless for his mercenary: Poisoning, assassination, bribery, kidnapping, bombs... He'd do whatever he found necessary to get the job done. Rumors of Calcharo's impossible feats circulated endlessly. Some spoke of him staying in the desert for 7 days without water for a planned ambush, others of him donning bombs all over his body during a past negotiation. There were even whispers of him hiring killers to fake his assassination in a scheme to garner trust. While potentially exaggerated, the rumors were not entirely unfathomable to those who knew Calcharo personally. However, the stories became even more outlandish as time passed... "He single-handedly stopped a truck at 12; when he turned 15, his Forte made the whole New Federation shudder in fear. He even fought the entire country's cops at 18 and left unscathed..." "His chest is home to the dead spirits, and his forehead bears curses of the gods. Beneath his feet strikes thunder, and out of his eyes shoots flames. His rage will never be quenched until heaven burns down..." "He has been to hell and back, time and time again... He will always come as a lightning, a phantom, and reclaim everything he deserves..." The latest rumors about Calcharo have become one of the go-to topics among the mercenary members when off-duty. But the man himself seems unfazed... He's either desensitized already or scheming to capitalize on the rumors. In the Lawless Zone, friends can become enemies in an instant—as common as changing air currents. Change is constant, even in the most unexpected places. What once seemed harmful can instantly become a useful tool. It all depends on how we choose to use it. Rumors sow prejudices. Prejudices grow into misconceptions. Misconceptions produce misjudgments. And in a cut-throat game, misjudgment of enemy strength is always a bane.