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Cassius Chaerea
Age:
37
Race:
Imperial
Sex:
Male
Birthsign:
The Tower
Specialisation:
Combat
Class:
Centurion
Skills:
- Expert Athletics
- Journeyman One-Handed Blades
- Journeyman Heavy Armour
- Apprentice Block
- Apprentice Hunting
- Apprentice Marksman
Appearance:
Standing at 6’2”, Cassius is a hairy, stocky man. His body has a scattering of slashed scars and projectile wounds from multiple battles. He has dark eyes and short dark hair which he cuts himself, and remains as clean shaven as possible (though he usually gains some stubble when he is on the road). He is usually seen wearing the imperial plate armour or a simple linen tunic with heavy woolen trousers when he is not on duty or needs to travel light.
Personality:
Cassius is practical. A pessimistic attitude has allowed him to be able to expect the worst and avoid nasty surprises; rarely seeing and trusting the good in people. With a sharp tongue and a short temper, Cassius often remains wary of strangers with little regard to social etiquette or manners, most likely due to a lack of companionship when he was younger. Whilst he is unafraid of conflict, Cassius’ aggression is held back by his level-headedness and common sense. He knows how to pick his battles and is very aware of his limits. He carries himself with stoicism and tends to show very little visible emotion aside from general annoyance.
Backstory:
Cassius was born in Cyrodiil and into a long line of Imperial loyalists. Whether it was becoming a politician or joining the Legion, the fact that he’d grow up serving the Empire one way or another was set in stone. Raised by a family that had earnt a position in the noble district, Cassius had it pretty easy compared to the harshness of Tamriel. However this didn’t stop his father from thrusting him into training the moment Cassius reached the age of twelve, to eventually join the Imperial Legion.
Due to his restricted time schedule the only real memories, aside from harsh instructors and tedious tasks he’d have to endure, were memories of Cassius and his father taking the time to go out hunting together. He simply did not have the time to enjoy his early teens; he did not have any childhood friends when growing up, nor did he have any idyllic stories of young love. Cassius officially joined the Imperial Legion at the age of sixteen and didn’t do much aside from dedicating the next eleven years of his life to the empire. These years consisted of taking part in several skirmishes, taking on the role of city guards, and collecting bounties on escaped or yet to be convicts.
Things changed when, after a particularly exhausting routine patrol a few days’ march away from the Hammerfell border, Cassius mistook an incredibly poisonous plant for a bunch of Goldenrod and promptly ate it in an attempt to hold back his fatigue. He began to feel dizzy and could not think straight, resulting in him wandering away from where his squadron were based and into a nearby forest. He staggered towards a nearby young woman and tried to call out for help before succumbing to the poison and collapsing on the floor.
The young Redguard woman took Cassius back to her camp deep within the woods and nursed him back to health over a series of weeks. He managed to work off the poison’s effects rather quickly but was left with a serious fever that left him weakened and unable to travel back to his squadron, who had no idea where he had gone and eventually marked him as MIA. During this time the woman introduced herself as Basil D’ashar, a native from Hammerfell who wanted to see as much of the world as she could but was unfortunately unable to travel further due to a lack of combat experience. With a soldier by her side Basil agreed to help Cassius find his squadron again on the condition that he acted as a bodyguard whilst they travelled.
The two of them eventually found Cassius’ squadron and hastily explained what had happened. As it turns out, Cassius’ squadron had use for an alchemist who could help by providing their healers with antidotes and potions and Basil seemed willing to learn. They hired her on as an unofficial aide, unable to truly become part of the Legion without formal training and yet paid and treated like a fellow soldier. By this time Cassius and Basil were already friends, he began to teach her how to swing a blade and she provided care and assistance whenever she could. They have been working together for 10 years now as close friends, still wandering around Cyrodiil with the rest of their squadron, fighting in skirmishes, clearing out old abandoned fortresses and dealing with unruly and aggressive beasts.
Due to his restricted time schedule the only real memories, aside from harsh instructors and tedious tasks he’d have to endure, were memories of Cassius and his father taking the time to go out hunting together. He simply did not have the time to enjoy his early teens; he did not have any childhood friends when growing up, nor did he have any idyllic stories of young love. Cassius officially joined the Imperial Legion at the age of sixteen and didn’t do much aside from dedicating the next eleven years of his life to the empire. These years consisted of taking part in several skirmishes, taking on the role of city guards, and collecting bounties on escaped or yet to be convicts.
Things changed when, after a particularly exhausting routine patrol a few days’ march away from the Hammerfell border, Cassius mistook an incredibly poisonous plant for a bunch of Goldenrod and promptly ate it in an attempt to hold back his fatigue. He began to feel dizzy and could not think straight, resulting in him wandering away from where his squadron were based and into a nearby forest. He staggered towards a nearby young woman and tried to call out for help before succumbing to the poison and collapsing on the floor.
The young Redguard woman took Cassius back to her camp deep within the woods and nursed him back to health over a series of weeks. He managed to work off the poison’s effects rather quickly but was left with a serious fever that left him weakened and unable to travel back to his squadron, who had no idea where he had gone and eventually marked him as MIA. During this time the woman introduced herself as Basil D’ashar, a native from Hammerfell who wanted to see as much of the world as she could but was unfortunately unable to travel further due to a lack of combat experience. With a soldier by her side Basil agreed to help Cassius find his squadron again on the condition that he acted as a bodyguard whilst they travelled.
The two of them eventually found Cassius’ squadron and hastily explained what had happened. As it turns out, Cassius’ squadron had use for an alchemist who could help by providing their healers with antidotes and potions and Basil seemed willing to learn. They hired her on as an unofficial aide, unable to truly become part of the Legion without formal training and yet paid and treated like a fellow soldier. By this time Cassius and Basil were already friends, he began to teach her how to swing a blade and she provided care and assistance whenever she could. They have been working together for 10 years now as close friends, still wandering around Cyrodiil with the rest of their squadron, fighting in skirmishes, clearing out old abandoned fortresses and dealing with unruly and aggressive beasts.
Spells:
N/A
Inventory:
1x full set of Imperial Legion Armor
1x Wool Clothes worn under armor
1x Legion Shield
1x Steel Longsword
1x Steel Shortsword
1x Bedroll
1x Waterskin
1x Weeks worth of rations
3x Torches
1x Small Tent
1x Steel Bow
30x Steel Arrow
1x Hunting Knife
1x Wool Clothes worn under armor
1x Legion Shield
1x Steel Longsword
1x Steel Shortsword
1x Bedroll
1x Waterskin
1x Weeks worth of rations
3x Torches
1x Small Tent
1x Steel Bow
30x Steel Arrow
1x Hunting Knife