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Cantus is the type of person to get into trouble for all the right reasons. The wrong reasons? In any case, it's almost because he saw someone that decided they needed help, whether or not they agreed. But it's okay! Sometimes they actually do need helping. He had been taking a walk, as Cantus was wont to do, and stumbled upon a brigand harassing a poor old man. After that, a couple that needed a wagon wheel replaced. Depending on how he's feeling at the telling, either he felt the spirit of wandering the world, helping folks, ooooor far more likely Cantus found himself lost, shrugged, and decided to embrace this new adventure.

Tall and broad, with bright green eyes and short blonde hair, Cantus a sense of barely-contained energy, like a rope pulled taut. He has the wiry build of someone who does a lot of physical labor, and the smattering of small scars across his face and arms lend further weight to that image. Quick to both smile and frown, though rarely do either touch his eyes.

Though not without a sense of good cheer, Cantus tends towards the grumbly. It'd probably be hard to like him, if his biting wit wasn't usually directed at himself, or if he didn't seem entirely sincere in his desire to help. The world might be a dark place, full of dark things, but Cantus would damn himself before letting that extinguish hope.