Name:
Casden Sedar
Age:
29
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Profession:
Assualter
Appearance:
Bio:
Hi there, I'm Casden, I'll be narrating my own bio, thank you very much. It's not that I don't trust the writer, it's just that he might not give my story the justice it deserves. Also, have you seen that picture up there? Handsome mug, isn't it? Anywho, let's get started.
My story begins about 29 years and 9 months ago with a hunter and newly-wed husband named Geltren Sedar, who spent too much time in the woods and found himself with quite the stiffy when he got back home. Fast forward a bit, and the village healer delivers a little blonde baby Casden. And I was adorable, by the way. I was the only child to a couple who were pretty much broke, but at least we weren't starving because pa was good at killing the local wildlife. I'd say I was a relatively happy kid, all things considered. I didn't mind being broke 'cause I grew up in a little village called Riverfen where
everyone was broke! We lived off dead deer and milk, what can I say, it was a simple childhood. Soon as I was old enough to walk and talk, pa pretty much decided that I'd follow in his footsteps cause if I didn't, mother would starve to death once he was inevitably killed by a bear or something. So he taught me to shoot with a bow, catch animals, stuff like that. Turns out, however, I didn't actually need it because three years after I'd started hunting with him, a new road was built that passed straight through our little village. Merchants began to move in, jobs were made, boring economic things happened, and we became one of the many boom towns that were popping up at the time. So, my pa started selling his extra kills and we started
buying food instead of burning it over a fire. After a while, he didn't even need to hunt because there was so much food around, he ended up getting another, safer, job. To be honest, I think he was disappointed. I think he kind of
wanted to get killed by a bear or something, I don't know. Maybe so he could go down providing or something fruity and poetic like that. Instead, he died of old age at 60 a couple of years ago. Terrible way to go, he had to lie in bed and do nothing all day while people made him comfortable. He
hated it. Back to
my story though.
After the town was successfully secured by trade and my parents would no longer starve to death once I left... I left. I wasn't going to live my entire life in a tiny village, come on. I traveled around for a while, met some interesting characters, learned some new tricks. I made it to Grufford in one piece and it was at that time that I realized I had no money left. I could've just gotten a job, gods know there's always work shoveling coal. I
almost made the mistake of earning an honest living when I met a man who changed my life for better or for worse. His name was Tornick Herdtrunk, big tough northern dude and one of the ugliest people I've ever met in my life. And I've met
orcs. He was the leader of a sort of thieve's den, the kind of a place where thieves helped each other out, planned raids, stuff like that. He showed me some neat tricks. Really neat tricks. Like how to get in and out of someone's house without them even knowing you were there; at least until they start looking for their coin purses. With Tornick, I got a lot better with my archery, learned how to use a sword, and learned how to make money without needing something useless like a job. I ran with them for several years, but nothing lasts forever.
Eventually, the town guards got sick of us and started looking for the location of den. They actually found it rather quickly, I still wonder if using a local tavern basement was a good idea. It seemed pretty good at the time, and free drinks may have been a factor. They raided our headquarters and anyone who happened to be in there got arrested or killed. Thankfully, my life was saved by a shortage of milk. No joke. The pantry was out of bottled milk and I drew the short straw, so I had to go buy it. I came back with arms full of milk, saw a bunch of guards at the entrance to the den, turned around, whistled as inconspicuously as I could, and went home. I
was there for Tornick's execution though. The guards hung him in the city square. Not pretty. Really glad it wasn't me, but I was gonna miss that ugly mug.
After that, I mostly made money on my own here and there. Got into some trouble though. I met some other people over time, borrowed some money which I still mean to repay eventually, and I may or may not have slept with a gang boss's wife; needless to say, I've gotten myself into a lot of trouble over the years. But I always find a way to make it work. Mostly. Okay, so I owe a lot of money to a lot of people, have a reputation for being untrustworthy, and yes, I slept with his wife, but only because she insisted. It didn't end well. He caught me on my second visit there and chased me up to the roof of his house. I sort of, maybe, might have killed him. It's not what you think! He was threatening to skin me with a kitchen knife, so I punched him in the face and fell off the roof and he lived in one of those buildings in Grufford that's kinda stacked on top of another building, so it was a long way down. I was only trying to knock him out, not over knock him off the building! Now his boys want me dead, and I can only evade them for so long. Not only that, but the Drulock twins are starting to ask for their money back, the town guards know me as "that guy who keeps stealing shit and shot Jervis in the knee", and Maritha won't return my letters because I killed her husband. That last one really bums me, she had quite the rear end.
Now I've decided to get a job ferrying some doctor around a beach or something. It looks easy enough, and gods know I need the money.
Skills:
Arrows Hurt - Casden is surprisingly skilled with a bow. His marksmanship is excellent, but don't ask him to shoot anything while drunk because he
will try it, and you might end up with an accidental puncture wound. In combat, he uses a form of close quartered archery, moving around a lot and firing arrows into aggressors at nearly point-blank range; a technique developed by the thieves of Grufford. Fights in the city tend to happen in cramped alleyways and indoors, so many of them adapted archery to work in close combat, making smaller bows that require less torque and can be drawn back faster while moving around. While his long range marksmanship is pretty good, he excels at the odd technique of pointing an arrow at something's face and letting it fly the whole four inches home. He also carries a sword around, but he's about average when it comes to swordsmanship. He just keeps it cause it looks nice.
Keep an Eye on Those Coin Pouches - Casden's got an eye for gold, so keep an eye on your stash. He's quite capable of sneaking into places without being detected, and he can stuff more than you'd think into those pockets. Sneaking in, sneaking out, or just plain hiding. If it's staying out of sight and nicking something pricey, count on him. Between you and me, he's even tailored most of his own trousers and added deeper pockets so he can stuff more into them. Believe me, he has one pair in particular that has pockets that go down to his knees.
I Ever Tell You About the Time... - Casden talks too much. But that can be a good thing! I think. He can spin up quite the story, and the only reason most people think Casden is untrustworthy is because they've known him for at least more than a week. That's usually how long it takes to realize you've been duped, unless it's immediately apparent. Casden can be very convincing towards those that don't already know he's a con, and even those people fall for it again anyway (then they usually get angry and say they knew they shouldn't have believed him). He's charismatic, although often times it only serves to get him in trouble when he goes on for too long. So... if you need someone suckered, Casden's a good choice. Just don't expect them to fall for it twice. Sometimes it happens, but usually they want to beat you up and take their money back.
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