Character Name: Cassian von Daemos

Player Name: Fred Naumann

Cassian Portrait

Cassian von Daemos, as drawn by player Fred Naumann

Class Bard
Race Human

Physical Description: Edit

Cassian is somewhat scrawny in build, with dark hair around chin-length and a faint scar running across his nose and the upper right side of his face. He’s friendly and outgoing in a pompous way, fond of luxury, and generally spends money as quickly as he acquires it. He prefers shortcuts over hard work and an ambush over a fair fight, although he does relish any opportunity to play the part of a gallant master swordsman. He is very loyal to the members of VDAS, maybe because he hasn’t had many friends in his life.

History: Edit

Cassian von Daemos has a story or a song for every occasion, many of them about his own adventures and almost all of them a bit grander than the truth. He’ll gladly tell you the story of his own life: how he grew up the son of a wealthy nobleman across the sea, grew bored of his life of leisure, and struck out in search of adventure. Those who are familiar with Cassian’s shameless boasting may suspect he’s embellished his origins somewhat - especially if they stop to wonder how exactly he acquired his skill at picking pockets.

What is known is that Cassian spent several years working for a mercenary outfit called the Ninelives, where he learned a little about swordsmanship and a lot about fighting dirty. He soon discovered that his insults hit almost as hard as his blows. His wit and imagination caught the attention of a wandering master songsmith, Timmeo the Teller, who taught him the rudiments of the bard’s profession. He also gave Cassian the idea that would become his driving goal in life: to swagger his way into legend, bluffing the universe itself into making him a mythic hero.

To that end, Cassian recruited several other talented wanderers into a group he dubbed the Von Daemos Adventuring Syndicate, VDAS for short, and started meticulously recording his deeds and boasts on cards for easy distribution. The rest is history - or  at least close enough to fool historians.