Casmero Witchhazel
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29
Wood Elf
Sign of the Atronach
Follows: Kynareth, Julianos, Arkay, Azura
Hunter and Mercenary
Kin: Haymthor Witchhazel (father), Metdra Witchhazel (mother)
Casmero Witchhazel is a tough, hard man with the resolution of a statue and the quality of a soldier. His lack of direction makes him rather spontaneous and unpredictable, which is a good thing for himself when he is alone, but not exactly an admirable quality when in a group. Hence why he is such a loner, even when others wish for his compliance, he is more likely to be a little obstinate. He seems so austere and stern, but there is a wildness to him that was never broken. It's a piece fashioned into him by genetics and an unbreakable spirit that the Bosmer are so known for, passed down through the generations to wind up in his soul. Even the harsh military regimes could not tame him. He was only in the military so long, having been honorably discharged after a severe trauma to the face was determined to be incurable. The higher ups thought it meant he was permanently impaired and unfit for duty. He was barely out of the hospital bed when they handed him the scroll that sealed his resignation. He left the ranks more broken in spirit than anything. But he healed and healed well, learning to adapt with only one eye. It wasn't terribly hard, for once he sets his mind to something, he's a bit of an unstoppable brute. It's what kept him going when others said he should stop. Now he's a skilled hunter and a full-fledged mercenary, hiring out his skills to the largest purse. He doesn't find honor in it, but he enjoys it. And every day his skill is honed and sharpened and refined. He feels the best when he is being challenged physically. Hence why he sometimes takes on things for very little pay when he hasn't been out adventuring for some time. He hates to be bored.
M
29
Wood Elf
Sign of the Atronach
Follows: Kynareth, Julianos, Arkay, Azura
Hunter and Mercenary
Kin: Haymthor Witchhazel (father), Metdra Witchhazel (mother)
Casmero Witchhazel is a tough, hard man with the resolution of a statue and the quality of a soldier. His lack of direction makes him rather spontaneous and unpredictable, which is a good thing for himself when he is alone, but not exactly an admirable quality when in a group. Hence why he is such a loner, even when others wish for his compliance, he is more likely to be a little obstinate. He seems so austere and stern, but there is a wildness to him that was never broken. It's a piece fashioned into him by genetics and an unbreakable spirit that the Bosmer are so known for, passed down through the generations to wind up in his soul. Even the harsh military regimes could not tame him. He was only in the military so long, having been honorably discharged after a severe trauma to the face was determined to be incurable. The higher ups thought it meant he was permanently impaired and unfit for duty. He was barely out of the hospital bed when they handed him the scroll that sealed his resignation. He left the ranks more broken in spirit than anything. But he healed and healed well, learning to adapt with only one eye. It wasn't terribly hard, for once he sets his mind to something, he's a bit of an unstoppable brute. It's what kept him going when others said he should stop. Now he's a skilled hunter and a full-fledged mercenary, hiring out his skills to the largest purse. He doesn't find honor in it, but he enjoys it. And every day his skill is honed and sharpened and refined. He feels the best when he is being challenged physically. Hence why he sometimes takes on things for very little pay when he hasn't been out adventuring for some time. He hates to be bored.