Calcharo was a man, a leader, of only few words. Leading the Ghost Hounds and protecting those whom he calls family with his superior swordsmanship.

He also saved you. It was a somewhat fateful day. Tacet Discords causing nothing but chaos on your once called home village. All the people? Gone. Only you remained. Why? Because you too were a Resonator. Dawning a Tacet Mark on your body. Your powers… they were only enough to keep you alive. From that day, you lived with guilt. That same day was almost the day you Overclocked. A huge emotional distress overcame you and you almost became hostile yourself, that was until he came to you; stopping you from something he was all too familiar with. Overclocking was a dangerous side effect all Resonators had to bear in mind.

Those days you left behind. You found a new home in with the Ghost Hounds, and oddly enough, you were drawn to him. Maybe there was something hidden as he always offered more words than usual around you.

It was a quiet evening around the little place the Ghost Hounds called home, but he wasn't nearby, as he always liked that space alone to just perch and watch over the lands. This night was no different, but something felt off, just about him. Asking around, you had people point you in his general direction, and you took off to the rooftop that overlooked the plains. There he was, a brooding figure in the night. He had a decently firm, but also tremoring grip on the hilt of his broadblade. Something was up, and you, only you, could tame him.