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|Description=He is a tall man, lean with broad shoulders and a rangy build, a body made of heavy bone and ropy tendon rather than abundance of flesh. His hair is thick and black, shot through with silver, and at some time his nose had been broken. Deeply set hazel eyes are shadowed by silver shot brows that are often drawn together in a serious frown over the broken beak of a nose. A well groomed mustache fades, sometimes, into a goatee, more often than not just the ghost of stubble at the end of the day.  His features are marked with a myriad collection of small scars, more are easily glimpsed on the battered knuckles of both hands, creases here and there of flat ropy scars that chafe and itch in damp weather, especially dense across his shoulders and left side. He is one of those individuals that don't age so much as weather. The gray streaking his close cropped black hair and the lines carved into his strong-jawed features marked where the passage of time had only been able to chip away at the man.
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|Description=He is a tall man, lean with broad shoulders and a rangy build, a body made of heavy bone and ropy tendon rather than an abundance of flesh. His hair is thick and dark and at some time his nose has been broken. Deeply set hazel eyes are shadowed by brows that are often drawn together thoughtfully over his broken beak of a nose. His features are marked with a myriad collection of small scars, most easily glimpsed on the battered knuckles of both hands, creases here and there of flat scars that ache in damp weather, especially dense across his shoulders and right side. His scars and a sprinkling of grey in his close-cropped hair and beard mark a more weathered passing of years.
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|Personality=Caius is intelligent, commanding and deeply loyal. It was his loyalty to his wife that saw him step away from the world when he lost her and it was that same loyalty, this time to house, that brought him back. As for the brashness and anger of youth, it finds occasional purchase in the man he is now, though a more thoughtful approach to the ties between people, houses and duty shape his actions in maturity. Since the loss of his wife, he struggles to navigate his own sense of duty and honor, often using it to set boundaries about himself even as he looks to re-engage the world.
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|Background=As a prince of Valardin his youth was a series of predetermined benchmarks. Fostered to an ally of the family at the appropriate age, squired when he'd proven himself worthy and skilled enough to not get himself killed or worse make an ass of himself and shame the knight to whom he was squired. Knighted when he came of age with other squires of the same year and skill set, Caius spent his twenties on one campaign or another, doing his share of fighting the good fight.
  
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{w({nCaius is wearing a work shirt cut from some rough material that is long faded from what may have been green at some time in the distant past but is now faded to a mottled sand color. Trousers made of a similar sturdy material with well worn patches at each knee are paired with sturdy boots.{w){n
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Taprooms and taverns filled the spaces between fights, a near decade of ultimately wasted years until he'd matured enough to long for something more. He eventually matured enough to think first - then think deeper - before reaching for his sword. He'd finally steadied in his late twenties, become less of a wild eyed fighter and begun to explore the years of diplomatic training that had been long buried in his education.  
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|Personality=Shrewd, intellectual, slow to anger, calculating, loyal & honorable.  Ask anyone who really knows Caius and these are the top few words that will, grudgingly, be uttered.  Grudging, because - of late - Caius has become more than 'somewhat of a recluse', in fact he's embraced this criticism with open arms.  After losing his wife, the lady Brennan, many of the things that he had enjoyed no longer spark any interest.  Some would say that his shrewed and intelluctual bent has been focused largely on the trade work and the small amount of diplomatic relations that can be managed by correspondence.  Or that his temper, which was ferocious in his youth was tempered first by growing into his maturity, even more so upon meeting and eventual marriage to his late wife, but that since her loss he has been slower to anger.  Or, perhaps, there is a measure of anger that he has never quite allowed to slip from his grasp, and that he is always angry but it takes a very keen eye to discern it.  To that end, there is a fine edge of calculation to the manner in which he manages business, not everything is about profit alone. Loyalty, honor, these are two cornerstones of the man that he has always been, and they serve as a guide - still - to the man he has become.
 
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|Background=As a prince of Valardin his youth was a series of pre-determined benchmarks.  Fostered to an ally of the family at the appropriate age, squired when he'd proven himself worthy and skilled enough to not get himself killed or worse make an ass of himself and shame the knight to whom he was squiring.  Knighted when he came of age with other squires of the same year and skill set.  Caius, Cai to his friends, spent his twenties on one campaign or another, doing his share of fighting the good fight or fighting the relentless hours of boredom between doing more of the bashing and smashing.  Taprooms and inns, bars and taverns, a nearly endless ultimately boring span of years until he'd matured enough to no longer have 'bash & smash' be his first instinct; matured enough to think first - then think deeper - before reaching for his sword.  
 
  
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He'd steadied in his middle twenties, become less of a wild eyed fighter and begun to explore the years of diplomatic training that had been long buried in his education, when he chanced upon a brawl in a tavern.  Inspired by a tiny glimmer of curiosity, Cai stepped into the tavern, and met the business end of a maile-clad fist. Unintentionally.  Broken nose and black eyed raccoon faced as a result, Cai would face endless weeks of laughter when his comrades and fellows learned that the knight who'd smashed his nose was the Lady Brennan. Never one to follow all of the guidelines set forth by good example, Cai was determined to win the heart of Lady Brennan, and two years of effort and persistance followed before they were betrothed properly then wed.  One thing that Cai often would preface any statement about his wife were the words 'My Brenn, she does have a temper' often said with a certain smile that was both content and just a little bit smug at the same time.  Not every marriage is built on a great romance, in fact, most marriages are built on common ground and the need to establish or cement networking and ties that bind.  Cai and Brennan were a fly in the mix, genuinely fond of each other, genuinely well suited by all rights they were happy with each other.  In the usual passing of time their first child was born, and five years later, a second.  Only months after their second child was born Brennan was visiting family when the worst of all nightmares came to a head, culminating at the Tragedy of Sanctum.  Brennan was just one of many who died that day, but Cai was never - could never - be the same after the loss of his wife.  
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It was in this transition that he would find himself on the business end of a mail-clad fist in one of his last regular visits to a tavern. Unintentional as it was, he was left with a broken nose and two black-eyes as a result.  Caius would face endless weeks of laughter when his comrades and fellows learned that the knight who'd smashed his nose was the Lady Brennan. For him, however, it was the catalyst for his determination to win the heart of the Lady Knight. Two years of effort and persistence followed before they were betrothed properly then wed.
  
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He retreated from the world, taking only the household staff that would keep everything running smoothly. A nanny who was long enough in the tooth as to assist raising his children but never replace the wife, their mother, that his sons had lost.  
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One thing that Caius would often preface any statement about his wife were the words, 'My Brenn, she does have a temper' often said with a contented smile and no small amount of affection. Not every marriage is built on a great romance, in fact, most marriages are built on common ground and the need to establish or cement networking and ties that bind. Caius and Brennan were a fly in the mix, genuinely fond of each other, genuinely well-suited for one another and, by all rights, happy with each other. Thus, in the usual passing of time their first child was born, and five years later, a second. Only months after their second child was born Brennan was visiting family when the worst of all nightmares came to a head, culminating at the Tragedy of Sanctum. His wife was one of many that died that day, but Caius was deeply affected by her loss.
  
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At age 41, he has solidified his reclusive nature by focusing on trade negotiations, small ancillary diplomacy and the management of family estates and assets. His family gave him time to mourn, as he wasn't the only one who lost someone they loved. But five years is long enough and he's been dragged back into social life, court life, not quite kicking and screaming but absolutely with grudging reluctance.  But family pressure being what it is, he's at least going to make an appearance at some court events. Meet face to face with some of the merchants he's been working with & trading with for years.
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He retreated from the world, taking only the household staff that would keep everything running smoothly and focusing himself on his children and the management of the family estate and assets. Eventually, he was called upon by his family to engage once more, to take up the duties of a child of Valardin. Reluctant but duty-bound, Caius returned to the vanguard of house affairs.
 
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Latest revision as of 22:05, 31 July 2019

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Caius Valardin
Social Rank 3
Fealty Valardin
House Valardin
Gender Male
Age 41
Religion Pantheon
Vocation Noble
Height 6'4"
Hair Color Black
Eye Color Hazel
Skintone Pale
Family
Parents Jeremy Valardin
Uncles/Aunts Gloriessa Valardin, Victor Redtyde, Berenice Valardin, Hope Valardin, Ector Valardin
Cousins Radley Valardin, Dayne Valardin, Selennia Valardin, Alareon Valardin, Marrok Valardin, Bernh Valardin, Nathan Valardin, Charity Valardin, Vincenzo Valardin, Patrice Valardin, Lyllindyl Valardin, Temperance Valardin, Bravery Valardin, Yvon Baseborn
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Description

He is a tall man, lean with broad shoulders and a rangy build, a body made of heavy bone and ropy tendon rather than an abundance of flesh. His hair is thick and dark and at some time his nose has been broken. Deeply set hazel eyes are shadowed by brows that are often drawn together thoughtfully over his broken beak of a nose. His features are marked with a myriad collection of small scars, most easily glimpsed on the battered knuckles of both hands, creases here and there of flat scars that ache in damp weather, especially dense across his shoulders and right side. His scars and a sprinkling of grey in his close-cropped hair and beard mark a more weathered passing of years.

Personality

Caius is intelligent, commanding and deeply loyal. It was his loyalty to his wife that saw him step away from the world when he lost her and it was that same loyalty, this time to house, that brought him back. As for the brashness and anger of youth, it finds occasional purchase in the man he is now, though a more thoughtful approach to the ties between people, houses and duty shape his actions in maturity. Since the loss of his wife, he struggles to navigate his own sense of duty and honor, often using it to set boundaries about himself even as he looks to re-engage the world.

Background

As a prince of Valardin his youth was a series of predetermined benchmarks. Fostered to an ally of the family at the appropriate age, squired when he'd proven himself worthy and skilled enough to not get himself killed or worse make an ass of himself and shame the knight to whom he was squired. Knighted when he came of age with other squires of the same year and skill set, Caius spent his twenties on one campaign or another, doing his share of fighting the good fight.

Taprooms and taverns filled the spaces between fights, a near decade of ultimately wasted years until he'd matured enough to long for something more. He eventually matured enough to think first - then think deeper - before reaching for his sword. He'd finally steadied in his late twenties, become less of a wild eyed fighter and begun to explore the years of diplomatic training that had been long buried in his education.

It was in this transition that he would find himself on the business end of a mail-clad fist in one of his last regular visits to a tavern. Unintentional as it was, he was left with a broken nose and two black-eyes as a result. Caius would face endless weeks of laughter when his comrades and fellows learned that the knight who'd smashed his nose was the Lady Brennan. For him, however, it was the catalyst for his determination to win the heart of the Lady Knight. Two years of effort and persistence followed before they were betrothed properly then wed.

One thing that Caius would often preface any statement about his wife were the words, 'My Brenn, she does have a temper' often said with a contented smile and no small amount of affection. Not every marriage is built on a great romance, in fact, most marriages are built on common ground and the need to establish or cement networking and ties that bind. Caius and Brennan were a fly in the mix, genuinely fond of each other, genuinely well-suited for one another and, by all rights, happy with each other. Thus, in the usual passing of time their first child was born, and five years later, a second. Only months after their second child was born Brennan was visiting family when the worst of all nightmares came to a head, culminating at the Tragedy of Sanctum. His wife was one of many that died that day, but Caius was deeply affected by her loss.

He retreated from the world, taking only the household staff that would keep everything running smoothly and focusing himself on his children and the management of the family estate and assets. Eventually, he was called upon by his family to engage once more, to take up the duties of a child of Valardin. Reluctant but duty-bound, Caius returned to the vanguard of house affairs.

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