-modern magi-whore mother, unknown father. many siblings.
-white trash as hell
-worms manifested in him in the womb, became responsible for his rapid regeneration, disease immunity, adrenaline rushes, etc.
-intense body dysphoria as he grew older due to worm manifestation
-began to eat more and more meat as he grew older, could hear twisting and churning noises in his head, pangs in his stomach, sometimes seeing shit flicker across his eye, etc.
-developed a twisted addiction to eating raw and rotting meat. often ended up just puking up a lot of it. incredibly disgusted w/ himself. it's an anxiety-relieving thing for him
-even at an older age he still pukes up what he eats. kaleb as a result has some really messed up appetite issues
-some magpie hoarder and stealing tendencies
-attempted to kill himself twice, only for complete control of his body to be taken away from him
-"punished" for the attempt at destroying the parasites' host body by the self-inflicted ripping out of his own eye via spoon
-reached such a point where he couldn't even be around people anymore, terrified and self-conscious and an ugly, anxious mess. fled from the city (age 17)
-wandered and explored, trying to find some sort of direction for himself
-happened upon an old hunter's house, the hunter and his family slaughtered by reavers. took out the reavers inside.
-kaleb always had a liking for fighting, even sharpshooting. he'd gotten his hands on a rifle before, brought the thing out with him
-made the house his home
-converted the house to be a fucking fortress (went dump-searching, barbed wire, wooden stakes, shovels, all sorts of things)
-spent a year essentially booby trapping the shit out of the place. kaleb had a fascination with hunting and traps and all these sorts of things in his younger years, was actually quite the avid reader. put some of his old knowledge into practice, refined his shit
-it was really a project for him. he developed a sort of reputation as being a giant anti-social freak by the local minor towns, but he did come in and occasionally do business with them, trade what he could from the dumps. refused to go back to portum for quite some time.
-ended up picking up stray dogs along the way
-developed a further reputation as the following:
-an expert reaver hunter
-an explorer/hunter decent to make a trade with so long as he came to you first
-a cannibal, eating anything from minor critters to reavers to anyone who got too close too his house
-a hoarder man whose home is cluttered with salvage and pictures/posters all over his walls
-incredibly unsanitary and stinks
-rumors of occasional kidnappings, people flayed and tortured in his basement. truth is questionable
-fucking loves dogs and if he hears you killed or hurt a dog you're probably going to have a pile of shit on your doorstep
-eventually managed himself a nice old world sniper rifle in an expedition. now has warning signs within a mile if his home. constantly looks for any trespassers to either shoot or send his dogs out on. a single, designated drop spot he's set for anyone who's trying to get to him for something important, and always he stays at a distance, individual in his scope.
-now goes to portum to sell some of the excess material from his hunts, as the only thing he can do anything with is the raw meat. sells blood, bones, and other miscellaneous things. never clarifies if what he's selling is human or animal or reaver or what. very rarely is it recognizable. sanitation questionable.
-wears an eyepatch as well as a mask and an old overthrow
-has a slowly growing stockpile of weapons at his home. the guy is a one-man army in his home. i wouldn't suggest trying to get in, he's a paranoid clusterfuck.
-he's found some solace in his life now, regardless of the constant body dysphoria and self-loathing. he fucking hates people and is able to live on his own with his dogs in his own home. finds comfort in reaver killing, preferring to eat them over actual people, though necessity is necessity. he refuses to waste anything and ties meaning to everything, hence his hoarding. gets drunk or high whenever he can as a sort of escapism/coping.
-hates authority and will attempt to give exorcists shit if he knows they're in the area.
-one of his favorite things to do is really just to go out exploring. he has a map he's developing further and further, learns reaver travel patterns and tendencies, etc. may run into people if they're out lost if he's on an expedition.
-has a working radio
-point is, he takes comfort in a simple, self-made life. very much a nihilist, finds purpose in the easy, definitive black and white of "the world vs. him". attempts to maintain the barest of relations with anyone he do
-rping him, i don't want to focus on his background. the main point is who he is now. he's not going to be woobie ish or anything, as he does a lot of fucked up shit that I don't want to be somehow excused. really really creepy tendencies, a giant fucking douche, etc. not a sociopath or anything, but extremely anti-social. has little to no ability to empathize with people, very easily dehumanizes others and places little to no worth in them. assumes himself to be superior. shitty and kind of sexist. he's seriously white trash as all hell