cassius [cavalier]
Sept 20, 2014 6:51:05 GMT
Post by cassius on Sept 20, 2014 6:51:05 GMT
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cassius
GROUP
ylisse
AGE
twenty-one
BIRTHDAY
october 3
WEAPON
lance
CLASSES
cavalier, knight, myrmidon, archer
POSITIVES
charming, confident, competitive, sensitive, perceptive
NEGATIVES
vain, manipulative, envious, hedonistic, narrow-minded
BIO
• Born to a impoverished family in Pyrathi, a cultivated hatred of the nobility coursed through his blood, passed down from disgruntled generations of Ylissean potato farmers. Having experienced the struggles of poverty, his resentment for the aristocratic families of Ylisse defined his person—although his bitter reputation only stretched to the short borders of his hamlet in the early stages of his life.
• Determined to break free of his poverty and to search for a way to bring his familial line out of its perpetual destitution (no matter how unlikely that may be), he conscripted himself into the Ylissean army during a rare opening, passing the physical tests with relative ease. Considering the rigorous physical strain demanded by his peasantry life, Cassius easily became accustomed to the military's training regime.
• While he continued to resent the rich, he enjoyed the departure from the constant anxieties of making ends meet and the struggle of scrounging for scraps when the crop went bad. He began to lavish in his new soldier-life and despite its own harrowing challenges, he secured pieces of freedom with each promotion and slowly drowned himself hypocritically in the hedonism that he criticized.
• Making a name for himself came at a price. While his superiors lauded his prowess as a soldier, his reputation of being a noble-hater preceded him. However Cassius is a seducer, and while he has his fair share of "romantic endeavors" this title stems beyond the realm of romance and more into the political and social webbings of the court. He weaved himself cleanly through conversations, his charm exuding from his practiced courtesies and his exuberant youth. A smile hid his frustration. A frown hid his indifference.
• First, Grima's reveal had alarmed him. Furthermore, the constant Plegian tension grinding against Ylissean borders refused to leave the recesses of his mind. The threat of a large-scale war was finally evolving, metamorphosing into something tangible, something real. He questioned himself on the bounds of his identity, unsure if he was truly capable of fulfilling the role of a soldier. Despite having fought before in small skirmishes and on patrol routes, these were nothing in comparison to the storm he believed was looming ahead. Was he ready? Was he still the simple potato farmer from Ylisse or was he now an established soldier of the Halidom?
Now, the Knights of Cydonia have risen and he's tempted...
OTHER
• He is a staunch advocate of the potato. Don't you dare speak ill of such a gourmet ingredient he will cut you.
• Has a pet potato named Mr. Spuds.
(He switches "Mr. Spuds" out before the potato goes bad, but he claims it is the same potato, obviously.)
• Cry-baby. Cries a lot. Wah, wah. Console him by giving him a potato ty in advance
FACE-CLAIM
ATELIER SHALLIE: ALCHEMISTS OF THE DUSK SEA, kortes
cassius
GROUP
ylisse
AGE
twenty-one
BIRTHDAY
october 3
WEAPON
lance
CLASSES
cavalier, knight, myrmidon, archer
POSITIVES
charming, confident, competitive, sensitive, perceptive
NEGATIVES
vain, manipulative, envious, hedonistic, narrow-minded
BIO
• Born to a impoverished family in Pyrathi, a cultivated hatred of the nobility coursed through his blood, passed down from disgruntled generations of Ylissean potato farmers. Having experienced the struggles of poverty, his resentment for the aristocratic families of Ylisse defined his person—although his bitter reputation only stretched to the short borders of his hamlet in the early stages of his life.
• Determined to break free of his poverty and to search for a way to bring his familial line out of its perpetual destitution (no matter how unlikely that may be), he conscripted himself into the Ylissean army during a rare opening, passing the physical tests with relative ease. Considering the rigorous physical strain demanded by his peasantry life, Cassius easily became accustomed to the military's training regime.
• While he continued to resent the rich, he enjoyed the departure from the constant anxieties of making ends meet and the struggle of scrounging for scraps when the crop went bad. He began to lavish in his new soldier-life and despite its own harrowing challenges, he secured pieces of freedom with each promotion and slowly drowned himself hypocritically in the hedonism that he criticized.
• Making a name for himself came at a price. While his superiors lauded his prowess as a soldier, his reputation of being a noble-hater preceded him. However Cassius is a seducer, and while he has his fair share of "romantic endeavors" this title stems beyond the realm of romance and more into the political and social webbings of the court. He weaved himself cleanly through conversations, his charm exuding from his practiced courtesies and his exuberant youth. A smile hid his frustration. A frown hid his indifference.
• First, Grima's reveal had alarmed him. Furthermore, the constant Plegian tension grinding against Ylissean borders refused to leave the recesses of his mind. The threat of a large-scale war was finally evolving, metamorphosing into something tangible, something real. He questioned himself on the bounds of his identity, unsure if he was truly capable of fulfilling the role of a soldier. Despite having fought before in small skirmishes and on patrol routes, these were nothing in comparison to the storm he believed was looming ahead. Was he ready? Was he still the simple potato farmer from Ylisse or was he now an established soldier of the Halidom?
Now, the Knights of Cydonia have risen and he's tempted...
OTHER
• He is a staunch advocate of the potato. Don't you dare speak ill of such a gourmet ingredient he will cut you.
• Has a pet potato named Mr. Spuds.
(He switches "Mr. Spuds" out before the potato goes bad, but he claims it is the same potato, obviously.)
• Cry-baby. Cries a lot. Wah, wah. Console him by giving him a potato ty in advance
FACE-CLAIM
ATELIER SHALLIE: ALCHEMISTS OF THE DUSK SEA, kortes
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