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[attr="id","pegasuscol"]Amatus Cassus

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Your father, Raphael Cassus had always believed in Sybaris ever since he'd joined the coven as a witch looking to make it big in the world. He'd started by guarding caravans before moving up to running caravans. Now? Your father is the head of a successful trading company based out of Delphi whose network reaches out to all the major cities. Subsequently the name of Cassus Trading Co. has become a well respected name even outside of Sybaris. Despite the poor reputation of the rogue coven, this company operates largely over the table. Transporting all sorts of goods between the major cities and towns with a respectable fleet of land, water and even air transports. 
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You were born near the beginning of your father's skyrocket into glory. The result of a short lived loving relationship between your mother and your father. Your father had promised the world to your mother, and yet it simply wasn't meant to be. She'd passed when you were too young to remember much of her. Although from your father's stories and pictures, you liked to imagine you still remembered her from all those years ago. Unfortunately the woman your father would eventually marry turned out to have no interest in taking your mother's place. Any attention and care she seemed to give you faded as soon as your brother was born. Of course, what care you'd find lacking in your step mother, you'd instead find in your father. As he was a kind and caring man, with high hopes for his sons futures. Especially yours, as when your father hit the peak of his career, he'd decided to name you heir of the company and immediately started to set you up to take his place.
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Whilst you and your brother got the best schooling you could ask for, he obviously favored his older son. Taking you on business trips to shadow him and watch what he did. While this angered your step-mother, the weight of all of this responsibility grew tiresome and eventually you'd look into ways of escaping these responsibilities, if not for a moment. 
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So you would eventually take up fencing as a hobby as a child. Using whatever moments you didn't spend on classes and shadowing your father to practice your swordsmanship. With your father continuing to pile responsibilities on you and your step-mother turning your brother against you, fencing proved to be a good way to escape it all. Yet it never seemed to be enough. Each session didn't seem to last nearly as long as you'd wished.
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Eventually you became aware of your familiar. It was difficult at first having another voice to criticize you, but eventually you managed to gain the familiar's respect enough to sign the contract, finally gaining the magic your father had hoped you would all this time. 
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Finally able to wield your magic and old enough to become a licensed witch, your father quickly ushered you into the ranks of Sybaris so you could officially join his company as a witch. You would receive the "snake bite" making you officially a member of Sybaris, but when joining your father's company you'd make your first act of defiance. Instead of taking your place at his side you'd instead insist on caravan duty instead. Eventually you'd wear your father down enough to agree, thinking that eventually you'd grow tired of it and come to his side eventually.
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At the age of 16 he'd give you the leadership of a rather small caravan to prove yourself. The title was only honorable though, considering you knew little at the time, but you didn't mind that one bit. The only thing you sought was adventure and action. To prove yourself and show off the skills you'd practiced every chance you could before now. 
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Eventually you would prove yourself, prove your combat prowess to your peers and your leadership abilities to those above you. Instead of simply being handed your rank in your father's company, you'd prove yourself worthy of it and would continue to climb the ranks. Joining more important caravans. Leading them and protecting them from the dangers of the wilderness. Yet climbing the ranks of Sybaris and defending your father's caravans didn't quite seem enough. It was always the same, stuck to the road, waiting for be attacked by another pathetic band of bandits. With daemons proving to be welcome changes to the scenery, they weren't nearly enough. You were still restricted to the caravans. While you could move on from them and join your father once and for all, that didn't seem to be the answer either.
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Eventually, you found the answer one day, inspired by the freedom loving coven of Pegasus you'd start to look into the rather massive coven. Whilst you didn't much care for the relief work Pegasus was famous for, you'd latch onto the idea of exploring and patrolling the wilderness. Protecting the weak and seeking new horizons. That's what you sought, and it was apparent that Sybaris couldn't provide that. 
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So, one day you went to your father and announced your resignation from Sybaris and his company and the next day you'd packed you bags and found yourself at the Pegasus recruiter with little more than the cloths on your back and the sword at your hip.
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With the feather tucked into your hat, your father yet believes that you'll one day return to him once your thirst for adventure has been sated. And until that day you know a seat will be left open for you. Although whether you'd fill in that seat or not you had yet to decide.