Tank No Floors

There was this one time where Cas had just served a lowborn old man his drink, the man always gave him a warm smile “Here’s something for ya kiddo, it ain’t much but its all I got” Now that Cas was on his teenage years every tip was welcome, some people actually got used to his presence around the bar after many years, some never did. After saying thanks and returning a smile to the old man a few Temple Knights decided to arrive for a few drinks, all the tables were full so they decided to approach the old man “Hey Gramps we need this table, would you be so kind as to sit elsewhere?” One of the Temple Knights whispered to the man, he obeyed without any question as they were the law of Ishgard under Thordan still at that time. Cas noticed this and went to grab a stray chair that was around and brought it to him, the heartfelt gratitude from the man was interrupted by the same knight “What do you think you're doing kid?” The temple knight tried to pull the chair away but Cas held on to it as hard as he could. “Go back to drinking and that’s an order” this seemed to be a captain of the knights who just spoke as the one that was bothering them obeyed and went back to his table “I like your attitude kid and considering how different you are I’m sure enforcing the laws of Ishgard would be easy for you, come see me when your're old enough”.

He didn’t feel he was being used or that he was a tool but it was only after he undertook his training and passed it that he realized he was, after seeing both sides of the social status coin in the city he just wanted to help those who needed it so he didn’t mind it too much. Now an official Temple Knight his presence actually inspired fear to any wrongdoer and even among his comrades, he became quite proficient with the spear and after some time everyone started warming up to him. In his quest to prove that he simply wished to protect Ishgard despite his appearance he enlisted for the Azure Dragoons, many months later he was an official Dragoon and his prowess with the spear grew even more, during that time he also developed this not so friendly rivalry with Estinien.

The Dragonsong War was his last involvement in Ishgard. He realized the walls he wanted to protect so much were built on lies, even after Ser Aymeric took over he still resigned to his title as a dragoon. He had nobody to rely on when he was young and he stuck to that as now he spends most of his time in his apartment and wakes up every morning to mentor up and coming lancers in Gridania’s Guild. Now on his 20’s he trains a lot, listens to his orchestrion and goes sightseeing. He decided now that he would only fight if it was necessary, the thought of all the comrades he lost in the Steps of Faith eats away slowly at him sometimes “To think they all died for a bunch of lies” He says thinking out loud, the way he chooses to save others now is by teaching them how to protect themselves.