beneath a troubled sky
| Strength | ★★★★★ |
| Dexterity | ★★★★★★★ |
| Vitality | ★★★★★★★★★ |
| Inteliligence | ★★★★★ |
| Mind | ★★ |
| Charisma | ★★★★ |
| Name | Captain Cassius Thorne |
| Race | Highlander Hyur |
| Gender | Male |
| Pronouns | He/Him/His |
| Age | 38 |
| Citizenship | Unaffiliated |
| Nameday | 12th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon |
| Occupation | Skycaptain, gambler, soldier-of-fortune |
| Height | 6 fulms 4 ilms |
| Weight | 285 ponz |
| Alignment | Chaotic Good ; Cassius lives by his own hard-won code, owing nothing to laws or crowns, and will burn the sky itself to protect his freedom, his crew, and whatever he dares to call his own. |
| Class | Red Mage / Black Mage; Cassius Thorne is a capable swordsman by necessity and a devastating spellcaster by nature. His nimble bladecraft was forged in the arena, enough to keep him alive and dangerous in close quarters, but it is his innate command of black mana that marks him as truly lethal. Unlike most Red Mages, Cassius’s affinity for destructive sorcery did not come through study or balance. It surfaced unbidden, violent, and overwhelming. Though he tempers his casting through Red Magic techniques, the raw power beneath them remains volatile, restrained more by stubborn will than control. |
| Inspirations | Malcolm Reynolds, Jack Sparrow |
| Server | Mateus |
Appearance
Cassius Thorne cuts the figure of a man forged by deckwork, the coliseum sands, and bad decisions that somehow worked out. Broad shouldered and thick limbed like any Highlander worth the name, his strength shows in the easy way he moves rather than brute display. His hair, mostly brown and sun-streaked auburn, often catches copper highlights after too much time under open skies or the merciless glare of the Ul’dahn sun. A thin, pale scar cuts diagonally across one cheek, the souvenir of a bout that should have taken his eye and instead taught him when to smile and when to strike. He keeps his beard neat and his hair tied back when he remembers, though a rotating collection of well worn hats usually bears the responsibility of looking presentable. Across his back, inked deep and dark, lies the mark of his former bondage: a gladiator’s tattoo earned in the sands, equal parts brand and badge of survival, a reminder of the life he clawed his way out of and refuses to return to.Personality
Cassius is a man of stories, most of them his own, and he tells them like a professional liar who has learned that truth is more convincing when dressed up properly. A conman by instinct and a captain by stubborn refusal to be anything else, he projects easy charm, reckless confidence, and a fondness for drink, dice, and questionable deals. He laughs loudly, swears often, and treats authority with open skepticism, especially when it demands obedience without earning respect. Yet beneath the swagger and half-truths lies a fiercely protective soul. Cassius does not give loyalty lightly, but once claimed, it is ironclad. Crew, friends, and chosen family are defended with a ruthless pragmatism born in the arena: he will cheat, lie, steal, or burn bridges without hesitation if it keeps them breathing. Even stranded without a ship, Cassius Thorne still carries himself like a captain of the skies, convinced that freedom is worth any price, so long as he’s the one choosing how it’s paid.
Strengths
Refuses to stay down: Cassius has an almost irresponsible habit of standing back up when wiser men would stay bleeding in the dirt, a survival instinct forged in the coliseum and sharpened by sheer spite. Cassius wins ugly, loses stubbornly, and rarely walks away untouched. Even in victory, there’s scorch marks, blood, and visible cost. In defeat, he’s usually standing longer than he should… right up until he isn’t.
Arena Forged Hands: Cassius’s hands are scarred, calloused, and honest; made for blades, ropes, and pulling others back from the brink. Whether gripping a rapier, shaping aether, or dragging a wounded ally to safety, they speak of survival earned, not comfort sought.
Steel and sorcery: Trained to kill in the arena and born with a dangerous affinity for black mana, Cassius fights as a Red Mage who never chose half-measures. His blade moves with brutal certainty, his spells strike with volatile precision, and the voidsent link that shadows him is less a pact than a consequence. Power taken, endured, and held in check by sheer force of will. If sword fails, the affinity for black magic comes forth
Shipborn command: Life in the coliseum honed Cassius’ ability to read motion, anticipate danger, and stay calm under pressure, instincts he now brings to the helm of an airship: judging speed, distance, and timing with the same precision that once kept him alive in the sands.
Weaknesses
Terminal Tactlessness: Cassius has an uncanny instinct for finding the one remark that will sour a moment. Even if his observations are correct, his timing is catastrophically flawed; he speaks before weighing the cost, mistaking blunt honesty for charm. Just when restraint would earn him trust (or silence would spare him trouble) he opens his mouth and shoves his boot firmly inside it, turning victories into tensions and conversations into complications.
Luckless when it matters most: Fate seems to have a personal grudge against him; plans unravel, timing goes awry, and fortune reliably favors anyone standing opposite Cassius Thorne.
No head for healing: Beyond crude battlefield triage, Cassius has neither talent nor patience for healing magicks, making every injury a lingering problem rather than a passing inconvenience.
Defiant to a fault: He bristles at authority and rules alike, even when compliance would be easier or safer, turning solvable problems into personal standoffs.
Fond of every vice available: Cassius has a deep appreciation for strong drink, cheap smokes, and other indulgences, often leaning on them harder than he should… sometimes dulling his edge, sometimes draining his coin, and always complicating an already precarious life.
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known affiliations
Daevien Solflare - After losing a game of chance, the Captain found work with the mysterious cat. It didn't involve ownership of a ship, but sailing under someone else's flag was the best path to one.
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Captain on Contract Cassius finds himself arguing with dockhands, port officials, or guild agents: not over whether he has a ship, but over who actually commands it. Wearing a mercenary banner that isn’t his and flying colors he didn’t choose, he loudly insists he’s still a captain in all the ways that matter, even if the paperwork says otherwise.
Coliseum Ghost: Cassius notices someone staring a little too long at his scar or the tattoo on his back, the kind of look that says they recognize a dead man walking. He pretends not to notice… until he doesn’t.
Wrong Place, Wrong Deal: Cassius is midway through a deal involving illicit machina parts or falsified cargo when everything goes sideways. He improvises quickly, declaring whoever’s nearby an associate and insisting cooperation is now mutual.
Bad Luck Magnet: Cassius does nothing unusual… yet somehow an airship malfunctions, a brawl erupts, or a dock collapses nearby. He reacts on instinct, dragging anyone within reach along for the escape.
A Debt Forgotten: Cassius greets someone like an old friend before realizing too late that he may have lied to them, promised them something impossible, or owes them coin he absolutely does not have.
OOC Information
Preferred name is Obi. Nice to meet you!
He/Him/His Pronouns
Only RPs with 18+ individuals. This is a personal and strongly held belief.
Surface level RP is casual and lighthearted, but there are some darker themes beneath. Very much open to exploring more!
Aquarius Elder Millenial
Married OOC. All writing is and will forever be purely fictional.
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I've been roleplaying for a looooong tiiiiime, but have recently taken a long break. Please be patient!