Kaloore Vendisto

Kaloore Vendisto, simply referred to as Kaloore, is the current, permanent Umayir of Alaar in the the nation of Alay Alaari. He is also founder and Uæli (president) of the Alaari Nationalist Party (ANP). So far, he has spent his entire life in Ummarnu.

Appearance
Kaloore looks like your typical Alaari, with pale skin and amber eyes. He

Personality
Kaloore is generally kind yet ambitious. His paranoia often gets the best of him though. Usually he will spend his time scheming and plotting. What exactly? Well he only shares such information with his adopted son, Typhoon Vendisto. Kaloore enjoys leading his people as the dictator of Alay Alaari. He serves his nation and advocates for socialism. His loyalty to Alaar is fueled by his nationalistic ideals and beliefs.

Origin
Very few know Kaloore's true origin. He was originally a human that was born in the wilderness of the Sands of Talawa. He was abandoned as a baby, so he was never able to discover his true heritage. Kaloore speculates he was from an Alaari tribe, but he is clueless as to which one. Surviving in the barren desert was impossible at his age, although luckily he was found by an adventurer passing by. This mysterious individual saved Kaloore. They gave him food, water and shelter for almost ten years. They gave him the name of Kaloore Vendisto. Unfortunately though, while on a trip through Centaris' mountains, the kind person who took Kaloore in froze to death in the deadly weather. Kaloore waited at his house, expecting his adopted parent to come back, for two weeks before eventually receiving a letter in the mail. It shook Kaloore to his core. The ten-year-old struggled to process the news. With no one to turn to for comfort or help, he ran away from his adopted parent's home. He wandered around south-west Huitca for days on end, grief-stricken. Kaloore knew he had to find a way to live on his own. Scarred from the loss, he tried his best to move on, but the sadness was overwhelming. Eventually he realised he had to get a job. He went from port to port in search of work, but he consistently got turned down. Finally, however, he managed to find a job cleaning ships that have docked in a local port. The pay was dismal, but it was all he could get. Cleaning such large vessels was hard and laborious. His only home now was the cold, damp soil below a bridge. After five years of effortful work, Kaloore somehow saved enough money to afford a low-cost house in the slums. Just as things were getting better, a coworker offered Kaloore a strange substance. After inhaling the peculiar powder, he instantly felt euphoria and ecstasy. Everything went dizzy for a few minutes, but it was worth it. He was quickly hooked on the stuff, and payed most of what little money he had left just to buy some more. With a pathetic $15 to his name, Kaloore hastily used up all the illicit powder he was given. After an hour of bliss and intoxication, he ended up passing out in the streets of the town. It did not take long for the local police to notice him. Kaloore woke up to an officer dragging him towards their horses. He managed to break free from the trance inflicted upon him by the strange powder. Swiftly, he broke away from the officer's grasp and punched him in the jaw. This startled the officer, enabling Kaloore to run away. He ran back into the barren desert. After wandering for almost a day, he stumbled upon a small town: Alaar.