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Castor is a rather prideful man, aware of his numerable skills and abilities, and isn't afraid to tell people about them. He has quite the high opinion of himself, and while he will listen to suggestions, he'd call someone names if he feels that they are failing at doing their job.

Castor had a hard time growing up, being head and shoulders above almost all others in Galt. Raised in a well-off household, he attained full membership in a guild at an age where most people just start getting given apprenticeships. The guild in question, a rather ambitious project, was a rather shady organisation with the goal of producing infiltrators from Galt to other neighbouring countries in order to sabotage them from within and bring them at Galt's level. Training was provided in infiltration, social interaction, and other skills needed by cloak-and-dagger personnel. Excelling at all the physical and mental challenges and tests, social interactions were Castor's only problem, and the first one he had his entire life, which infuriated him. After a while, leaders of the guild managed to make their way to the high positions in Galt's mob rule. Having need for skilled deep-cover agents, Castor was sent to Lastwall to infiltrate and establish a network there. However, a mere month after arriving at Castle Firrine, Castor received a message that the government in Galt was overthrown again, leaving him stranded many miles away from home. Swearing never to go back to that filthy, hungry, stupid, disorganized waste of landmass, Castor snatched his daggers, slapped the messenger in a fit of rage, and left the safehouse. The next day he was the first one to arrive at the recruitment post for Lastwall's army, proposing his considerable skills as a, well, everything.