| Age: Mid 70's |
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Galoban does not like to talk about the past, and has not yet to anyone living, but will if pressed and fairly comfortable with the one asking. Suffice to say he feels a great deal of guilt over what happened, and in an attempt to bury his feelings has thrown himself for reasons of his own into perfecting his art.
Aside from his arcane studies, Galoban is intrigued by two others - alchemy and archaeology. He is a fairly devout Toranite, and quite fond of the idea that Toran has a plan for everything, clinging to this ideal almost desperately at times. His demeanor shifts almost at random from crotchety to confused. But those who know him well know that his true nature lies deeper than this.
Partly because of his love for his wintry homeland, in combat he favors evocation spells of a cold nature and unconventional magic. Due to his advanced years, Galoban completely disdains melee combat to an extreme, even to the point of usually forgoing normal buffing spells as with his poor strength, slow body, and declining health they serve little purpose.
He loves games of chess and will rarely turn down the opportunity to play, though he harbors no illusion of being a master at the game. He enjoys the game for the game itself, not really caring if he wins or loses. The old wizard enjoys the matching of wits in other matters as well as chess, appreciating the experience that comes with losing. Caring little for the moral outcome of political machinations, he is never-the-less fascinated by it, though more than a little hesitant to partake.
Galoban will always go to great pains to make sure he has all the information before coming to a decision or forming an opinion. This can, at times, lead others to view him as hesitant and doubting, even slow witted. The delay does not stem from any insecurities, but rather a desire to be as accurate as possible. He also has an immense store of patience for, and takes great delight in, passing along the knowledge he has gained over the course of his life time.
Galoban is a very frail looking old man, but he takes in his surroundings with a stern, knowing gaze. His jaw is firm, and he walks with a determined stride. His brow is furrowed with concentration, and his eyes speak volumes of hidden wisdom and intelligence.