Cassius

            I'm a Chaotic Good Dwarf who never tells a lie.

            I'm a middle-aged Dwarf. I'm 123 years old.

            I was born in the Dwarven Kingdom somewhere and was raised there. I was involved with the Dwarven Army but I wasn't really a good warrior because I didn't follow orders very well and was generally undisciplined. I had a problem with authority. I still do.

            I left the Dwarven community to set out on my own when I was 90. I had enough of whatever it is that I didn't like and I left. Relationships were strained and life as persona non grata wasn't to my liking either.

            It was then that I began to live in the sunlight. From ages 90-123 I really haven't been doing a whole lot of causing trouble. I traveled a lot right after I left the Dwarven Kingdom. I hiked the equivalent of the Appalachian trail. I would qualify as a novice outdoorsman.

            I settled down and spent a few years as a sheepherder just outside of Fishside. I'd come in from the wilderness a few times a month when I needed supplies but I mostly lived alone. At first I enjoyed the solitary lifestyle and the ability to strip away life to its core and become very transcendental. The rugged existence and the social stigma of being a loner and an outcast suited me just right.

            I've grown bored with sheep though. I have begun to miss my family and to tell you the truth, I'm tired of being cold and hungry. I have more to live for than counting sheep.

            I am confident, trustworthy and a man of action.

            As a young Dwarf Cassius had idolized the warriors that had been a part of The Great Purge. Few Orcs were to be found and in the decades that followed and there was great peace and prosperity. Cassius longed for the opportunity to prove himself and to get out from under the shadow of the lauded heroes.

A hundred years ago, when Cassius was still a young Dwarf, an opportunity presented itself. A roving warband of Orc raiders had come close to the Dwarven lands and Cassius was one of the first to respond to the call to arms. Along with his peers and the old Dwarven heroes of The Great Purge, they set out.

The Dwarves were outnumbered and the great heroes of a century ago were now too few and past their prime. Many warriors fell on both sides, eventually bringing about a withdrawal of Orcs and Dwarves alike. The Dwarves returned to their clan but Cassius was not with them. He had been trapped behind enemy lines and seriously injured. For many weeks days Cassius was hounded by Worg riders as he attempted to return to his kinsmen.

Finally Cassius made it back and when he did, he was branded as a dissident for being critical of the decisions made on the field of battle. Cassius became ostracized from the clan. He suffered as the disillusionment of the Dwarven heroes crumbled. They failed to live up to the stories that the young Cassius had embraced.

With tensions running high at home, Cassius ran off to join the circus. Well...maybe not the circus but I need to get with DM RM to finalize some details of the hill Dwarves before I continue with the saga of young Cassius.

Before meeting up with the other PC's had modestly gotten by as a sheepherder livin' on the outskirts of Fishside. Shepherding is a solitary and lowly position but it was fine for Cassius. So long as he had the basic necessities and didn't have to tolerate other people for very long he was happy.

Previous to watchin' over a small flock of sheep, Cassius had been in the hills panhandling for gold. There were some profitable places but he often was hungry and cold when his luck ran dry. Shepherding was a little bit more regular.

Cassius had existed as a frontiersman, living in the back country of Fishside. He's intentionally removed himself from civilization and at the beginning of gameplay he finds himself an outsider looking in.