Lieutenant Cale Treven is a man as quick with a jest as he is with a blade—sharp, precise, and cutting deep when it matters most. Once a rising star in the dueling circles of the Barony of Greenfield, Cale grew up amidst gilded arenas and whispered wagers, chasing wealth and status with a sword in hand and a smirk on his face. His skill with the blade was undeniable, but his temper proved his undoing.
During a high-stakes tournament, Cale slew a fellow duelist in what was supposed to be a first-blood match. The act branded him a murderer and could have cost him his life. But the Dominion Church, ever watchful for talent to shape, saw potential in his aggression. Cale was spared execution—but not punishment. He was sent into the fold of the Redeemed Legion, where bloodshed could be channeled toward sanctioned ends.
Years later, Cale Treven has become a respected—if unorthodox—lieutenant of the 11th Company. He favors small-unit tactics, swift vanguard raids, and precision strikes where a full company would be overkill. His leadership is bold and aggressive, relying on speed, unpredictability, and flawless blade-work. Soldiers under his command tend to be fiercely loyal, drawn in by his charisma, dry humor, and willingness to be the first in and the last out.
Though reformed in the eyes of the Church, Cale never lost his flair or his edge. He now fights not for gold, but for redemption—a cause he serves with the same passion he once poured into duels. Beneath the sarcasm and bravado lies a dangerous man who knows exactly how close he once came to ruin, and just how thin the line between sinner and savior really is.