Casimir Renn

Tiefling / Bard

Submitted character story

Defining moment:
He was called Lica, once. Lica Pisok. Small for his age, always keeping to the shadows and the roadsides like a wraith, hoping to avoid unwanted attention.
He was weak.
It was a cold autumn day when he found the museum. It was a beautiful piece of architecture, though the years had begun to take a toll on the intricate stonework and dark, sloping rooftops. He walked in without issue. When not stared at or ridiculed, he often went ignored by the people around him. His parents as well. They cared little what he did each day, so long as he did not bring trouble down on their heads.
The portrait came later. He had been wandering for nearly an hour when he found it. Like the building in which it resided, it was a beautiful thing, preserved from over a century ago. Amidst the deep, dark brush strokes lay the visage of a man. A human. Dressed in fine clothes, he was not handsome, but carried with him a quiet confidence, a gaze that seemed to imply strength without arrogance.
Lica could hardly read at the time, but nevertheless he managed enough to understand the bronze plaque beside the portrait.
Vasile Casimir. Statesman. Noble. Born poor, from a place where his ambitions were laughed at. He was mocked for years. That is, until he clawed his way so high that no onr could look down upon him.
Casimir... Lica liked that name.

Archetype: You're the The Name We Carve. He learned that power lies not in hiding, but in becoming unshadowable.

Personality: Running from something