Character Background - Cass Bridgemore

Cass is a character I've had as a concept for a long time and has had various incarnations. He originally started as a She - Cassandra - but as the character developed it felt more and more male. The text below is a background placed in application to a game set in quite a well crafted homebrew world hence the references to past events and custom gods. The Game Ad asked for something essential to the character, and considering "Nonhumans travelling openly often face confusion or open fear from citizens." (taken from the advert) and his Half-Orc race I wanted to reflect his interractions with people.

Cass’ start wasn’t easy, but then in the Post-Ascendancy world whose was? The only child of a single mother Cass was often bullied and rarely attended school, preferring to spend his time in the company of the local blacksmith. It was here that he gained his education, learning: to work metal; the stories of Keotil; and, in time, a small number spells to aid his craft. It wasn’t just his mother’s reputation that tainted his relationships, he wasn’t all human. His mother never spoke of his father or how Cass came to be, but his greenish skin and solitary tusk gave him a hint of his origins. However it was these traits that also set him apart from the other residents of the village – they feared him.
The blacksmith was old when Cass met him, and once he died, Cass had little holding him to his village – his mother had remarried, and he hated everyone else – so he packed his meagre possessions and set off to earn his fortune. He wandered between villages finding work where he could: working farms; mending, or making, tools; and occasionally warding off marauding creatures. It was a simple life, living hand to mouth, looking after himself – he was happy.

They were coming for him again, it wasn’t surprising really, but he hadn’t meant to scare her. He’d been in Brook for nearly six months, and had actually started to like the place. The people left him alone (except when they wanted to pay him for something) the village’s smith was getting old and had welcomed the help. This was when the problems always arose - when he relaxed. The young girl had been playing with her dog in the street and the calm scene had brought a joy to his heart he hadn’t felt in a long time. The dogs ball had rolled to his feet and he picked it up offering it back to the girl with a smile – that smile, his vile, angry tusk, usually hidden, revealed. As soon as she’d screamed he’d known – it was time to go. He’d picked up his tools as quickly as possible and set off for home ’they’ll be five, maybe 10 minutes behind’ he thought as he hurried out to his house just past the village boundary. He never carried much with him, and had the important things packed and ready for times like this. He’d liked Brook, '’bye old house’. He headed off into the afternoon sun...

I'll keep you posted on how Cass does in the selection process...