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Name: Cassair ó Faoláin
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 176 cm (5'9")
Race: Human

Class: Enchanter
Occupation: Count of Witchmill
Residence: Witchmill
Faction: Order

Personality: Floaty, cheerful and a trifle mad. While brilliantly talented as a mage, he tends to use his magic for frivolous and self-indulgent purposes (such as playing pranks on people - especially travellers - with his illusionary ability). This, along with his somewhat overly childish demeanour - smiling, easily distracted and, when he so chooses, tactlessly nosy - gives the distinct impression that he simply enjoys annoying people. Fortunately for the townspeople though, he mostly keeps to himself and wanders, alone and thoughtful, around his home and the surrounding forest.

History: Cassair was very shy and quiet as a child, rarely venturing beyond the borders of his home estate. His father, the previous Count of Witchmill, had little magical talent of his own and had thus always been the subject of silent ridicule by the Witchmill people. Consequently, when he realised that his son had an aptitude for magic, he immediately threw Cassair into a life of intense magical training. Cassair's natural ability, however, lay in healing magic and so he struggled to make any progress as a mage, which frustrated his father no end. The townspeople watched on and, though some thought it rather pitiable and pathetic, none made any move to help.

At eighteen, Cassair was sent by his father to Eriak to learn darker magic. It was too soon for someone like him though, and while most people in Witchmill knew this, again, none intervened. One month later, Cassair returned from the forest a completely different person - smiling, raving and, much to his father's delight, possessing vast magical power. Six days after this, his father spilled an oil lamp, set himself on fire and, while trying to douse the flames, threw himself into a cauldron of boiling water. He died from his injuries a day later and Cassair became the new Count of Witchmill. Though the death was officially listed as an accident, none in the village doubted that it had been Cassair's doing. Rumours circulated. A general consensus emerged that, while in Eriak, Cassair had either lost his soul, died or been possessed, and what was now in his place was a dark and otherworldly creature.

The fact was, however, that despite being twisted and volatile, this current Cassair was far more competent and charismatic a ruler that his previous self or father had ever been. The people of Witchmill, who had never relied much on their figurehead leader anyway, gradually accepted their strange new Count and even began to take a perverse delight in the idea that their official ruler, while technically appointed by the Emperor, was more or less an embodiment of dark magic.

Additional info:
- Constantly barefoot and covered in scratches from the thorns he wears. Only when he travels outside of Witchmill will he get rid of them and wear gloves and boots
- Though he often seems to wander off into the woods surrounding Witchmill, Cassair is known to lurk unseen around the town itself as well, hidden by his illusions. For this reason, the residents are perpetually suspicious of his presence and almost never talk about him in public
- Favourite foods are blackberries and gingerbread, though he likes fruit and sweets in general

Relationships:
Khronos Bracken - Best friend and playmate. The only person Cassair is unrestrainedly affectionate to.
Tor'ang Wehir - Fellow city leader who understands people a lot better than him. Listens to her and will generally do what she says.
Roland Iredell - Pleasant company. Enjoys his odd politeness and all the pretty things he wears.
Moriel Merilindes - A nice girl who is fun to hang out with. Likes getting her into trouble sometimes but is generally benevolent towards her.
Daeris Merilindes - One of the less disagreeable citizens of Witchmill. Not quite sure what to think of her, so he treats her with some caution.
Shepherd - Delightful to play games with. Thinks he's a lot of fun and intriguingly breakable.
Dimel Cairain - Hasn't formed much of an opinion on him, but he was fun to annoy.
Faolan Terpsichore - Finds him both hilarious and interesting. Loves to tease and provoke him.
Melantha Caras - Respects her because Bracken does. Cautiously polite and a little shy towards her.

Description
For , a roleplaying group I joined recently. C:

Name: Cassair ó Faoláin
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 176 cm (5'9")
Race: Human

Class: Enchanter
Occupation: Count of Witchmill
Residence: Witchmill
Faction: Order

Personality: Floaty, cheerful and a trifle mad. While brilliantly talented as a mage, he tends to use his magic for frivolous and self-indulgent purposes (such as playing pranks on people - especially travellers - with his illusionary ability). This, along with his somewhat overly childish demeanour - smiling, easily distracted and, when he so chooses, tactlessly nosy - gives the distinct impression that he simply enjoys annoying people. Fortunately for the townspeople though, he mostly keeps to himself and wanders, alone and thoughtful, around his home and the surrounding forest.

History: Cassair was very shy and quiet as a child, rarely venturing beyond the borders of his home estate. His father, the previous Count of Witchmill, had little magical talent of his own and had thus always been the subject of silent ridicule by the Witchmill people. Consequently, when he realised that his son had an aptitude for magic, he immediately threw Cassair into a life of intense magical training. Cassair's natural ability, however, lay in healing magic and so he struggled to make any progress as a mage, which frustrated his father no end. The townspeople watched on and, though some thought it rather pitiable and pathetic, none made any move to help.

At eighteen, Cassair was sent by his father to Eriak to learn darker magic. It was too soon for someone like him though, and while most people in Witchmill knew this, again, none intervened. One month later, Cassair returned from the forest a completely different person - smiling, raving and, much to his father's delight, possessing vast magical power. Six days after this, his father spilled an oil lamp, set himself on fire and, while trying to douse the flames, threw himself into a cauldron of boiling water. He died from his injuries a day later and Cassair became the new Count of Witchmill. Though the death was officially listed as an accident, none in the village doubted that it had been Cassair's doing. Rumours circulated. A general consensus emerged that, while in Eriak, Cassair had either lost his soul, died or been possessed, and what was now in his place was a dark and otherworldly creature.

The fact was, however, that despite being twisted and volatile, this current Cassair was far more competent and charismatic a ruler that his previous self or father had ever been. The people of Witchmill, who had never relied much on their figurehead leader anyway, gradually accepted their strange new Count and even began to take a perverse delight in the idea that their official ruler, while technically appointed by the Emperor, was more or less an embodiment of dark magic.

Additional info:
- Constantly barefoot and covered in scratches from the thorns he wears. Only when he travels outside of Witchmill will he get rid of them and wear gloves and boots
- Though he often seems to wander off into the woods surrounding Witchmill, Cassair is known to lurk unseen around the town itself as well, hidden by his illusions. For this reason, the residents are perpetually suspicious of his presence and almost never talk about him in public
- Favourite foods are blackberries and gingerbread, though he likes fruit and sweets in general

Relationships:
Khronos Bracken - Best friend and playmate. The only person Cassair is unrestrainedly affectionate to.
Tor'ang Wehir - Fellow city leader who understands people a lot better than him. Listens to her and will generally do what she says.
Roland Iredell - Pleasant company. Enjoys his odd politeness and all the pretty things he wears.
Moriel Merilindes - A nice girl who is fun to hang out with. Likes getting her into trouble sometimes but is generally benevolent towards her.
Daeris Merilindes - One of the less disagreeable citizens of Witchmill. Not quite sure what to think of her, so he treats her with some caution.
Shepherd - Delightful to play games with. Thinks he's a lot of fun and intriguingly breakable.
Dimel Cairain - Hasn't formed much of an opinion on him, but he was fun to annoy.
Faolan Terpsichore - Finds him both hilarious and interesting. Loves to tease and provoke him.
Melantha Caras - Respects her because Bracken does. Cautiously polite and a little shy towards her.