Name: Castus Caedis Age: 22 Gender: Male Race: Hylian Place of Origin: Refugee of the Eastern Caves PWC: 4/1/3 Treasures: Spin Attack Sense Special Triangle Punch Thunderstomp 20 rupees Height: 6' 5" Weight: 270 lbs. Equipment: Pair of Cestuses, Loose fitting Clothing Appearance: Castus is a strikingly handsome fellow, having sharp, intense features and piercing blue eyes. He has shorter dark brown hair left to take whatever shape it will. He has a extremely well toned body from his intense training, with rippling abs, very lean muscle and the like. He usually wears loose fitting pants and a shirt, so that they don't restrict his movement, even going so far as to forgo wearing a shirt (often to the ladies' enjoyment) so it may not be grabbed in a fight, should he be mainly inside or if he's unlikely to be outside long. His skin is also quite tanned as he spends much time without a shirt. Personality: Castus comes across as arrogant to a flaw to most, as he considers most weak or stupid for needing weapons and armor, or complete lack of experience with them, and will only change his opinion if the person in question beats him in a fair fight. The only exceptions to this is other fist-fighters, which he usually respects as only slightly inferior to himself and those who could clearly beat him in a fight, whom he usually tries to ignore. His disdain of equipment doesn't end with weapons and armor, it also envelopes any equipment that is gives a new ability (such as a sword slashing or bow firing) or most items that can only be used once (such as a bomb). As such he is only likely to use permanent items that enhance an ability. Furthermore, he is often obsessive when he focuses on doing something until it is finished, usually this is training or fighting but can be others. He does however, believe new experiences make a person stronger or break them utterly, and is thus willing to try things that would not seem like his forte in order to better himself. His disillusioned version of honor also means that he won't use tactics such as stealth or ambush against most opponents, and will often challenge the strongest to single combat in order prove superiority; of course Ganon and his minion conjure so much hate within him that he disregards this honor as the hatred overtakes it. Residence: He has a small sparsely furnished apartment in the thieves' fortress, amounting to a single room with a bed, dresser with spare clothes and concealed lock-box somewhere inside, and little else. Pet:N/A Backstory: Castus was born into the village of Kasuto to a blacksmith and tailor. Until Ganon's invasion, he was an unremarkable, if somewhat strong and stubborn, youth; never truly excelling or failing in any area. However the fall of Kasuto changed him, his father stayed behind with other men to buy the refugees time to escape Ganon's armies, armed with only a wooden shield and a sword he'd made. He never stood a chance. Even before Castus was out of sight, the Moblins pushed through the defenders as if they were made of paper. The last sight Castus had of his father was of the man impaled on a spear, shield broken on the ground beside him. The refugees quickly realized that the militia had in fact failed in staling the armies, and were forced to redouble their efforts, dropping supplies and whatever else they could to escape the onslaught; and for a while, that last ditch effort seemed to work, they lost sight of the Moblins attacking the village, and while they had lost their supplies, they were alive. Of course, that optimism didn't last long as the refugees had no food and little water for the long trek to the western caves, many simply collapsed of dehydration or exhaustion, others simply sat down and accepted their fates. These were left where they fell, it was all the rest could do not to cannibalize them. The last glimmer of hope fell when, in the southern fields, they encountered a massive army of monsters. Their warriors had long fallen in defense of their homes and those few still capable of combat were few in number and poor in skill indeed. The next half-hour was a blur, Castus hid and has forced to watch as the last of his friends, neighbors and rivals were butchered before his very eyes, knowing all too well that he himself would soon follow. The first to find the group were some Stalfoses, who cut down the unarmed women and children without mercy, Castus was lucky, a grazing blow from a mace knocked him out, and was left for dead by his attacker. Hours later dusk was falling, bodies littered the ground, each with a name and a face, although only less than a dozen Stalhounds remained to finish off survivors, when Castus awoke to the scene before him. Alone, afraid and doomed, he could only break down and cry, cry for what he had just lost. Of course, such activities didn't go unnoticed. A Stalhound swiftly ran and shoved Castus to the ground, locking it's jaw around his neck. In that moment, he stopped crying, he would be reunited with his father, friends, and the others he missed already. He could already feel the goddesses' open arms and hear their voices, "You have done well child", "Your heart remains pure" and "Get off him you bitch!". The teeth around his throat suddenly retreated and after opening his eyes, saw there was a knife in the thing's side, held by Castus' mother; her left arm almost hacked off and blood running from her chest. He could only run as the Stalhound descended upon her, taking the last familiar thing from the world. He didn't stop running, not when the field was out of sight, not when the sounds of the dying petered out, or when his legs felt like fire. He didn't stop because he could never outrun his mother's face, covered in blood and dirt, a violent scowl he had never seen before and always after. What he did know however, was when he came to, he had passed out in the ruins of Kakariko village, burnt long before Kasuto. He wanted to cry, but the previous weeks events had ensured that it was impossible, he had no tears left. He gathered what food and water had been left behind by the raiding armies and set off. He knew the burning of Kakariko must have meant that the western caves had already been overrun, that left only one viable option, the thieves' fortress. Castus' father had told him horrible stories of a tribe of desert women who kidnapped Hylian men and did unspeakable things to them, many were never seen again. Still, it was likely the only place in the entirety of southern Hyrule that might welcome him, and even so, he was far too young for them... he hoped. So he wandered east, and at first the journey was hell, the supplies he took quickly ran out and rain was the only reason he didn't die of dehydration. The rest however, he can't remember, as he awoke inside the fortress. The scouts that found him claimed they did so on the mountains near the fortress, and that the boy was on the brink of death from hunger. Still Castus was surprised at how well the Gerudo and Hylians got on, even with the female Hylians, which he assumed would simply be killed. For the first time since his ordeal began, he felt relief, he knew he'd survive. Well he lay there, he couldn't help reliving that painful experience over and over, each different in some detail, until he was left unsure as to which actually occurred and with contradicting memories. And on that bed he swore three things to himself: That he would not wield any weapon which allowed him to do something he otherwise could not, so that if he were ever without it, he could still fight back. That he would become stronger, so that that tragedy would never repeat. That Ganon and his minions would pay tenfold for every step they took into Hylia. Still, his journey had left him a wreck, physically and mentally. Over time most of his injuries healed, he put on some of the weight he had lost, the flashbacks were fewer and farther between and some semblance of personality began to return. Others did not, as in addition to the trauma to his memory, most attempts to recall what happened left him extremely violent for a time and the nerve damage was simply too much. This left his sense of touch considerably weakened and himself immune to pain. This however, didn't stop him as it was nothing compared to what he'd already experienced, and as soon as he was able to walk, he began searching for a teacher, someone who would teach him to fight without a weapon. In time he found one as the fire and determination within was obvious to even a casual observer, but only on the condition that he first recover. Over time, he became an immensely skilled fighter, training beside others of similar skill. He wasn't particularly smart, but also far from an idiot, and thus realized he'd need different techniques than most against his enemies who used steel and as such specialized in acrobatic styles, disarms, dodges and breaking and dislocating bones. While he took more attempts than most others to master a particular skill or technique, training was his life and within a year, he found himself doing little more than training and sleeping, as opposed to the others who were limited to a few hours training a day. Of course such intense training meant overall he learned techniques and styles far faster than the others, and his body developed faster still. This in time, made him quite popular with the Gerudo he trained beside, as they valued strength and skill-at-arms highly, and his looks didn't hurt either. He never refused or accepted any of the feeling directed towards him. Finally, toward the end of his training, sessions lasting over 24 hours weren't uncommon, being unaware of the crippling pain he should be feeling. Finally, after 15 years back-breaking, mind-numbing training, there was little anyone in the fortress could teach him that he wanted to know, and so he left, for revenge, for strength and for skill all to finally reach their peak.
Alright, good job. While there are basic errors, things that could/should be fixed through a quick proof-read, there is nothing majorly wrong with this. In fact, I enjoyed reading it; you really brought some of those scenes to life. My biggest problem is that you never explained his first conviction, of why he won't fight with any object that would allow him to do things that he normally couldn't. Could you please fix that, along with this confusing sentence?
Alright, thank you for editing in the explanation. You proof-read the errors out- not only from that sentence, but also from the whole post, which is very good. Nice job! Have fun with CC, Raz! ACCEPTED
