About

People speak of a phantom, so silent, so invisible, a phantom that the naked eye is blind to. More often than not, the phantom they refer to is Caliban, know to his followers as "Rollerblade." He slinks through the streets in the dead of night and leaves up grandiose illustrations on walls, oftentimes paired with a cryptic quote of sorts. Those who idolize him are quite fascinated by all aspects of his art, but those who oppose him find it pretentious and vulgar. The truth is, Caliban doesn't care what the people say. He is intrigued by the rumors, sure, but his main goal is to attract his friends. He lost them long ago, and his only option (if he wants to be reunited,) is to put up art in hopes that they will pass by and recognize it. He leaves clues in the art, in the quotes, even in his ever-changing signature, but so far it has all been in vain.

Before meeting his friends, he was a freelancer who hung around subway stations offering to find lost items. A feline creature who called himself Sage came to Caliban, a frightened look in his eyes. He had lost an ancient tome that contaned forbidden secrets of the past, and he was desperate to find it again. Caliban began his search immediately and eventually found the tome in the claws of a dragon botanist. The dragon, Beryl, said she would return the book, but only if Caliban helped her organize a series of plants. He agreed almost reluctantly, thus marking the day he fell into a spiral of chain events that led to where he is now. He met many others along his journey, but more than anything he wants to reunite with Sage, Beryl, and everyone else. For now, all he can do is wander and paint.