Duke Cassius Pravus
For gods and glory.
Description: Cassius tends toward the lighter side of typical Northern coloring, with red-touched blonde hair and ice-blue eyes so frost pale they're almost gray. His jawline is classically squared, but he's less handsome than the sum of his features. Broad of shoulder and quite tall as well, Cassius is built for violence, despite what he would have people think. There's something simply off with the intense focus of his gaze, the tightness of his jaw, the rigidity of his posture, as if he's constantly on the edge of losing his temper.
Personality: Where Duke Neddim Nightgold was artistic and poetic, his son Cassius finds beauty in the balance of a blade, and calm in the Pantheon. Calm is an abstract in Cassius' mind however, as his thoughts tend toward the black. There is a deep anger that abides in Cassius, for the father that seemingly walked out on his family, for the backwards-thinking shav'arvani that killed his brother, for the unforgiving nature of life that takes so much from him, offering so little in return. He has his faith however, and he keeps a tight hold on it, for fear of the downward spiral that comes of losing his grip, and the disastrous repercussions that follow.
Background:     A second son, Cassius was never destined to rule, so his lessons on leadership were taken less seriously than his training to become a Knight. Long hours were spent with the seraph appointed to Stonedeep, arguing the finer points of the Pantheon versus Shamanism. Torn between an ingrained Northern pride and a calling toward the Faith, Cassius looked for signs of what he was meant to do, and he found one in the Knights of Solace. Spending time with the pilgrims being escorted toward Arx, many of them recent converts from shamanism, Cassius found his calling.
With his family's blessing, if not their full understanding, Cassius set out for Arx where he could begin his training in earnest. Slow to master the blade but quick to pick up on the nuances of the Faith, Cassius worked hard to overcome prejudice against his Northern roots, the way paved for him somewhat due to his noble origins. Well-versed in navigating the mountainous region of his birth, Cassius was often sent along with more experienced Knights on treks that involved fetching pilgrims from areas closer to the Everwinter. It was one such trek Cassius was on when his group was set upon by a band of Abandoned. On the defensive due to the unarmed faithful accompanying them, several Knights were slain.
Leading those remaining alive and injured toward Stonedeep to rest and resupply, Cassius was greeted with the news that his father had disappeared, and that just days prior, the severed fingers of his brother and other relatives had been delivered to the Stonedeep gates. Furious with his father for leaving and with himself for not being at Stonedeep when he could have been of use, Cassius lost himself for a time to alcohol, abandoning the Knights of Solace and leaving his sisters to maintain order in Stonedeep on their own. Weeks passed like this, with Cassius getting into drunken brawls, having blackouts, and waking up with chunks of time missing.
Things came to a head when one night in a fit of rage over a Poker game, Cassius wrapped his hands around a man's throat without any true intent, but without his wits about him all the same. When he came to from this particular blackout, he was in the company of the Knights Solace once more. No one offered any information about the night prior and he didn't ask any questions, instead packing his things and getting back to the trail, redoubling his focus on bringing those who desire the comfort of the true Faith to Arx.