Post by Cazaril on Oct 4, 2017 15:25:58 GMT -5
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Name: Lype Dy Cazaril
Nickname: Caz
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Fairytale: The Curse of Chalion
Year: Teaching Assistant (?)
Face Claim: Joseph Gordon-Levitt
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Personality: Cazaril is an intellegent and thoughtful man. He's lived much longer than he knows he ought too and it makes him wise but also weary even though he has indeed only in his twenties to look at. He isn't really an optimistic, a realist considering all the terrible things he's gone through. Life has not been kind to Cazaril in either worlds he's lived in but he makes do. He instead gives any students and others under his wing the words and the skills to be who they wish to be. It makes him feel good to know he's helped others and enjoys their company. He's a brave soul, and loves deeply and his family ties and how they have broken hurts him deeply. Still, he is persistent, and seems to constantly stand the test of time. An agnostic to his world's religion and a worthy loyal ally. Cazaril's greatest weakness is he is quick to act and can be hot headed. Something that has been soothed by time, has it's certain pressure points. He is always disgusted by injustice and often will take it into his own hands if he can fix it.
Appearance: Cazaril is a slight man but with broad shoulders. He’s mostly recognised by usually by dark head of hair and either completely clean shaven or when he’s stressed, a beard that became a habit. He has long piano like fingers (though his left hand is slightly mangled due to an incident in his past) and usually seen wearing smart casual clothing, suits and jackets, something that he had really enjoyed wearing in his ‘old age’ as a teacher that sort of stuck.
History: Cazaril is from Chalion (a fantasy kingdom based upon the stories of the unification of Spain) where he was a soldier, a courtier and a scholar. He also became a slave to Roknari, Viking like men, but he when he got off the ship, ill and sick, his left hand mangled and he tried to find a home and stumbled upon a portal.
This is when he ended up in Camelot, becoming the tutor of Arthur Pendragon and Morgana Le Fey. Many years past and they were reunited at their school where he had become a teacher, and with the increasing pressure on Morgana’s powers and Uther’s tyranny it led Morgana and Cazaril to band together closer than perhaps was wise. They fell in love, and Morgana became pregnant with their son, Mordred. The rest became a blur, using magic to speed up her pregnancy. Before Cazaril could be there for his fiancee everything went from bad to worse. His memory and his age was ripped from him, barely recognisable at his eighteen years. It took many months to regain the memory of Morgana, Camelot and his new small family. However, by the time he had them back, it was all too late. The portal opened. Cazaril was stolen back to Chalion, the second he’d been taken away. Washed up after the Roknari rescue and had to rebuild his life there.
For ten long years he kept to himself, working as a tutor in villages, and keeping his old world a secret. Using every opportunity to find a portal to return to the world where he had truly felt most at home.
Until finally, it happened. A portal finally opened for him. Perhaps there was such a thing as ‘third time lucky’ after all. He’s applied to work as a teaching assistant, with the hopes that he might find a famillar face.
Other: Caz is back baby. Be scared.
Suits! By the Goddess he had forgotten how much he had missed wearing suits. Gone were the rough cloth of tunics and in it's place, suits and ties and vests! When Cazaril had arrived, he discovered he was able to exchange his old gold coins into something that would be accepted in shops here in Tintagel. He didn't have a lot on him but it meant he could eat, prove his identity and sign up for any available housing. On his way to his new home his eyes had lingered on the clothes store for much longer than he had intended...and eventually entered.
For Cazaril, there were few pleasures in his life that compared to what the 21st Century had to offer: an electric shower, an electric razor and a clean suit.
His tired blue eyes lit up with every jacket he tried. It didn't matter that some had been too big or too small for him as he tried each one on his smile simply grew wider, until he finally found one with a blue lining that though slightly too big in the shoulders fit every other which way. He tilted his body this way and that, checking in the mirror provided. Finally, there was a man he preferred to be, the man that Tintagel had created all those years ago.
"Now," Cazaril considered out loud to himself; new clothes in hand "Perhaps it was time to shave this mess of a beard so I look as good as my new suit jacket."
