Cassian
Appearance
Cassian had been handsome in his younger years, though time and wars has aged him with scars. He is a towering brute of a man, solid and strong, and doesn’t look like he needs a weapon to have most people on their arses. He doesn’t much care about his appearance, in fact he worked hard at repelling friendly company with a rough exterior. He is always well armed, with an axe and longsword too heavy for most humans, and some smaller knives for close combat and hunting. He generally keeps himself pretty dirty, though he was known to bathe every now and then. Cassian travels light, other than his weapons and coin, the only other things generally found on his person is the only company he'd seemed to have accepted, in the form of a ginger kitten named Red.
Skills and Abilities
Cassian is very well trained in battle, he knows little more than the art of combat and weaponry, his particular favourite weapons being his axe and longsword. His father was a General in the Anirian Guard, and so Cassian had little other choice but to follow suit. He now makes his coin as a sell sword, asking no questions and giving no fucks about who he was asked to kill, provided he is paid well enough for it.
He’s exceedingly strong, and quick for his size, though his hot headed nature has found him in many unnecessary scrapes as he finds it difficult to hold his tongue and his temper.
He’s exceedingly strong, and quick for his size, though his hot headed nature has found him in many unnecessary scrapes as he finds it difficult to hold his tongue and his temper.
Personality
Cassian is generally not a pleasant man. He despises all races that are not human, particularly elves or orc, though he didn't hold much love for humans either, he simply isn’t much of a people person. A brute by appearance as much as by nature, his features are usually arranged in some sort of scowl, he doesn’t like to seem approachable, he'd make shit company anyway.
Biography & Lore
Cassian grew up in Vel Anir under the strict rule of his father. His older brother, Remy, was easier on him than their father was, but he too made an outstanding soldier. He idealised his father and brother both. He did have had a sister, somewhere, though his father sent her away when she was only days old. She had been the cause of his gypsy mother’s early death, and their father didn’t know how to raise a girl, nor did he wish to try. A young Cassian had questioned his father about his young sister’s whereabouts only once, and he’d been beaten badly for it, and so he never asked again.
Cassian’s training was brutal, but he thrives in it, he had the ability and the bloodlust to fight and kill or die trying, and to do his father proud was something he once strived to do. He trained with the best and he learned fast, his skills quickly gaining him reputation. He met Alana, a gypsy woman when he was twenty, and he gave his heart to her too quickly.
Watching many of his comrades, as well as his older brother, die in an Orc battle derailed him. His father never shed a tear and nor would he. Unable to deal with his downward spiral, Alana left him for another, and he found other ways of dealing with his losses and turned to taverns and brothels. After beating the shit out of their Sergeant and his father who called him out on his drunkenness he was dismissed from the guard, and warned to leave the city. The disappointment in his father's features forever burned into his mind, he left, disowned and outcast, with nothing but his weapons and his bad temper.
Cassian travelled from town to town, finding all the whores, taverns and fights that he could. Without a mother and from growing up in an army base, he'd never learned to respect a woman, he didn't understand them and had no interest in their company for anything more than bedding him and pouring him ale. The only female in his life came to him in the form of a ginger kitten, who he'd accidentally trampled on, breaking it's tail in an Alirian alley way. It'd been the first time he'd ever experienced the feeling of guilt, and the bear of a man had picked the feline up and helped her heal. She would now usually be found in Cassian's hood or pocket, and gods help any who tried to fuck with her.
Cassian’s training was brutal, but he thrives in it, he had the ability and the bloodlust to fight and kill or die trying, and to do his father proud was something he once strived to do. He trained with the best and he learned fast, his skills quickly gaining him reputation. He met Alana, a gypsy woman when he was twenty, and he gave his heart to her too quickly.
Watching many of his comrades, as well as his older brother, die in an Orc battle derailed him. His father never shed a tear and nor would he. Unable to deal with his downward spiral, Alana left him for another, and he found other ways of dealing with his losses and turned to taverns and brothels. After beating the shit out of their Sergeant and his father who called him out on his drunkenness he was dismissed from the guard, and warned to leave the city. The disappointment in his father's features forever burned into his mind, he left, disowned and outcast, with nothing but his weapons and his bad temper.
Cassian travelled from town to town, finding all the whores, taverns and fights that he could. Without a mother and from growing up in an army base, he'd never learned to respect a woman, he didn't understand them and had no interest in their company for anything more than bedding him and pouring him ale. The only female in his life came to him in the form of a ginger kitten, who he'd accidentally trampled on, breaking it's tail in an Alirian alley way. It'd been the first time he'd ever experienced the feeling of guilt, and the bear of a man had picked the feline up and helped her heal. She would now usually be found in Cassian's hood or pocket, and gods help any who tried to fuck with her.
