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Summary
Thin but muscled, narrow face, wild, shoulder length brown hair. Small burns litter his arms and hands. A larger more noticeable burn from his jaw to chin distracts the eye from his otherwise pretty common face. Castor always looks very tired and usually has a bandage or two on his fingers or hands. Wears a grey tunic with a faded blue over vest, sturdy well-worn boots, and carries thick leather gloves in his belt.

His father gone, his mother in poor health, and no siblings or extended family, Castor has been the breadwinner since the age of 12, not leaving much time to garner friendships nor enjoy the carefree frivolity of youth. While he's amiable with most he has no extremely close friends.

His grandparents on his mother's side, Castor and Amalia Parrilli were well known for their helpful spirits and kindness. Of Castor's parent's generation most would probably remember their selflessness, community works, and were probably mothered by them at some point.

Usually he and his mother are some of the first people in church on Sundays but several weeks ago the two didn't attend for many services. Last week they attended but came in just before mass started, Castor aiding his mother who, despite being in her early 30s, was now walking like an elderly woman-hunched and hobbling, her son on one side and a cane on the other.

More recently he's been seen going to the apothecary on a regular basis to purchase sleeping aid and pain relief.

Castor is not very good at well, anything. He lacks self confidence and is unsure of himself. He trusts in God, even if he's not sure if He was right to chose him.