What, do I look like some kinda’ wind-up monkey? Like I got nothin’ better to do? Ask someone else!
P E R S O N A L I T Y
❖ Selfish
❖ Power Hungry
❖ Arrogant
❖ Rude
❖ Cunning
A P P E A R A N C E
Standing at 3'8", Caesar is much like your typical goblin. Short, scrawny, and plain ugly. With a flat face, broad nose, pointed ears, and small, jagged fangs, Caesar's most distinguishable features are his mage eyes. He has bright green sclera with a dark slit down the middle, closely resembling the eyes of a snake.
His short sleeved, silky jacket covers him to well below his knees and is tightly tied with string at the bottom left side. The sleeves of his jacket are a comfortable fit and reach down to well below his hands, they're decorated with a single thread lining from top to bottom.
The jacket has a deep, round neckline which reveals part of the luxurious shirt worn below it and is worn with a small cloth belt, which is held together by an intricate knot. The cloth belt is entirely decorative and a way to show off.
H I S T O R Y
After a fairly nondescript childhood under a single mother and two older sisters, Caesar took up work at a young age under the wing of a prejudiced stage-coach driver, the profession forcing him to often embark on travel away from home. He was paid poor and had to put up with the customers’ insults but he did it to help provide for his family and put food on the table. Uneducated and illiterate, Caesar’s childhood was one of labour and disrespect. That is, until one of the regular and more tolerable customers suddenly started to wear wide-brimmed hats and cowls to cover his face.
It wasn’t difficult to figure out that the man, Preston he was called, had become a mage. His warped eyes were easy to see when you went looking for them. Caesar once threatened to out him to the authorities but quieted down when he offered information in exchange for his safety. Preston gave him books to read and answered his questions when he had any. He taught Caesar about The Doldrums and in his passion convinced Caesar that some forms of magic could be used for good. It inspired the goblin to consider following in Preston’s footsteps and try to make himself into a good example. He was already bullied for being a goblin but maybe he could use magic to prove that not all goblins fit the stereotype society has thrust upon them.
Caesar was too young and naive to realise the gravity of his actions. The first few years of apprenticeship were hit and miss. He couldn’t manage even the simplest of spells without a backfire and juggling his job and his studies left him frustrated. Not to mention he had to keep it a secret from his family and friends who would undoubtedly kick him from the home if they found out. He ended up getting hurt and exhausted but it took him almost a year to give up and ask Preston for help.
Preston agreed but took a hefty fee for the apprenticeship. Caesar couldn’t go home for too long out of guilt but he finally had a tutor who could help him achieve his dream. If it all went well, Caesar believed he could bring in more than enough money to bring his family out of poverty. Those years of apprenticeship were the happiest he had ever been and filled him with hope. However - Invernier had a knack for shattering hope. One day Caesar woke up with warped eyes and his whole life was flipped upside down.
His family found out first. His mother fainted and his sisters chased him out of the home with little more than the clothes on his back. Caesar turned to his job in the hopes of managing to scrounge up enough cash to just get by and was immediately fired. He took his skills out to the streets and was nearly arrested several times over. He took his anger out on Preston and his mentor decided he wasn’t worth the verbal abuse and also abandoned him. Caesar went from having a bright future to a lifetime of outright hostility from everyone he’d meet.
It was no surprise Caesar picked up Witching, the most vile form of magic he could think of, as a way to gain some more self-control. He needed reassurance. When he made deals with people, tried to bargain or sell whatever he could find, they would always con him or back out on their promises. Witching made sure they adhered to his terms even if they didn’t want to. After a lifetime of being used and trodden over this form of magic was highly addictive for him and he began to delve deeper and deeper into the art.
Caesar had now aged into a jaded and bitter man, old before his time, settling for fear and control over love and respect after everything his life had thrown at him. He gave up all pretense of doing good and swindled the desperate customers he would find by using loopholes and fine print in his magical contracts that would ultimately work in his favour. He had killed people to survive and ruined the lives of many more to ensure his comfort but his life was a lonely and transient existence.
During one expedition into the Wainwaters in the hopes of finding out more from the locals, Caesar was suddenly accosted by a young Carnelian girl. She kept harassing him and begging him to let her stay the night because she had nowhere to go. Under any other circumstance Caesar would have made her a binding contract but since she was a Wainwaters local and he didn’t want to get on the bad side of her relatives just yet he reluctantly let her into his tent. That night the Carnelian introduced herself as Araigne and said she was looking for a way back home. Caesar agreed to help her find her family under the condition he’d be given a chance to talk to their magi.
The Carnelian was more of a burden than Caesar had anticipated and they both spent weeks wandering through the Wainwaters, hopelessly lost. The few hovels that Araigne managed to locate had no idea where her family were nor did they know the slightest thing about magic. When the pair of them reached the entrance to the Wainwaters where Caesar came in from he decided to give up and go back before he ended up getting killed. To his annoyance the Carnelian once again pleaded to stay with him until they at least reached a settlement. He agreed.
Little did Caesar know he happened upon a seamstress the likes of which he had never seen before. Araigne used some sort of simple magic and a lifetime of skill to make beautiful clothes and Caesar took advantage of her. She was so naive that he didn’t even need to use a contract to swindle her and used her skills to get a lot of money for his own benefit. At long last he was able to buy himself things he wanted and good food instead of just scraping by. All the while Araigne was paid in pennies and treated with the bare minimum of what she needed to survive.
Then something happened that Caesar did not expect. He was certain the Carnelian would eventually get fed up and leave him but her grating niceness didn’t even falter, even when he made her walk long distances and eat food scraps. She was the kindest person Caesar had ever been with and he actually started to feel bad for using her like this. He improved Araigne’s living conditions and settled for mediocrity instead of self-indulgence. Against his own better judgement he started to get protective over his employee and took it upon himself to keep her safe, well fed and somewhat happy. For business purposes, of course.
I N V E N T O R Y
❖ Witching Grimoires
❖ Rations
❖ Eldritch Jotter & Harpy Quill
❖ A staff disguised as a walking cane. Assists him by reinforcing certain spells and walking.
❖ Simple Steel Dagger
❖ The larger sum of his and Araigne’s income.
O T H E R
❖A yak for transportation, named Yak. Because it’s an animal. Not a toy.
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