Castor Covington, 21
Castor Covington is a water genasi from another realm. Originally a green skinned, golden eyed little rapscallion of the archipelago, he's found himself not only in a new world, but a new body as well. His hair that once carried the tides themselves within it went from a bright shade of green, to a much darker one, his eyes brown instead of gold, not to mention the whole... Human thing. Though really, if whatever force that sent him here was going to change him, did they really have to leave him at 5'4?
The last thing Castor remembered before waking up in the Borderlands was running, racing towards a well of black ink at the bottom of the ocean. A glowing vial in his hands, he'd only just managed to close the rift. Still, the black ink had its hold on him, and he was drawn in anyways.
Was this the world beyond the rift? Where was this place, so futuristic and vague? What were these games he was being forced to play? And worst of all, where was his brother?
Castor has always been a charismatic fellow, having his ways of getting information and making up plans. There is nothing that his mind and magic cannot conjure, and certainly nothing that beats his bad jokes. Still, don't let his charming demeano fool you. Beneath the tranquil surface of the sea, lies a dark and deadly current. Don't be the one to set it off, lest you be claimed by the tides.
Using the skills he's collected as a prince, a pirate, and a rogue, and with a little help of some magic, Castor is determined to find his True North; his brother... And maybe the closest pen to steal.
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