Birthday: 7 Wood, 598
Languages: Amarantine, Echovian (Fluent); Israni (Poor)
Castor is a wisp of flesh and bone. Her face is all sharp angles with dark freckles splashed across her too-pale skin. Her hair is a cropped mess of black and her eyes are hazel.
An archanic and a bastard, Castor tries desperately to hide the latter with the former. She overcompensates for her parentage, or rather the lack of, with magical talent. Castor is reactive, impulsive, quicker to act than think. She's vain, proud, and quick to embarrass. She is mildly allergic to mangoes.
Her life started with a fuck up. Or, it started because of one. Her father, Rigalis Morais
, the genius inventor, but also a colossal idiot, thought he was doing the proper thing claiming her. So, in his infinite wisdom, he brought Castor, a whore's daughter, home to his wife and family.
It was a minor scandal and, obviously, nobody was happy about it. Least of all Castor; she'd lost her home, her mother, and suddenly found herself tangled up with a viper of a step-mother and three ugly step-siblings. It was no small miracle, for everyone involved, that she turned out be an archanic and given over to the Spire.
There, at the tower, Castor thrived. She was adept and clever with her talents, unsurprisingly to her, and proved herself readily. Her mentor, Alicia di Mare, happily filled the missing role of competent-and-supportive parental figure. Obviously, she was later killed, but not before binding Castor to a Caladora
On her eighteenth, she was given leave to return to House Morais. However, what she imagined (and hoped) to be a happy homecoming was -- well, it wasn't. In a fit of spite, she renounced her father's name and standing, taking the di Mare name for herself and in memory of the only real parent she'd ever known.