Cassius was born the eldest child to two traveling merchants, who rode across the lands trading in herbs, spices and simple remedies. Despite not having a stable home until the age of 10, him and his younger brother, Junius, would never tire of each other’s company (even if they did antagonize each other as siblings do).

The Faust family would settle in the small village of Mossborn, not too far from the Sword Coast, where his parents would establish a stall in the village square, and the two boys would enter schooling. Life was simple, their needs were met and they were happy.

At age 17, tragedy would strike when a horde of bandits would storm the village, destroying and pillaging all they could. Cassius and Junius were split up in the fray on their way home; Cassius managed to hide, and Junius vanished. The only trace of him left was his satchel left at the east gate of the village. Cassius would return home and declare to his parents that he was to head out to find Junius, much to their dismay. But Cassius was adamant and furious, and they wouldn’t be able to stop him.

The journey began about as rocky as one could imagine; leads led to nowhere, nobody was willing to disclose information regarding the horde, and he got his ass handed to him more times than he could count. Demoralized, low on resources, and completely lost, Cassius would take shelter in a small woodland where in his dreams he would be visited by Her.

The deity of the endless black hole, the angel of the bottomless pit, Abbadon would reveal herself to Cassius in a temple of dark red, as he would awake in her company. Standing at an altar and gazing upon him with loving pity, she told him that she knew where he could find Junius, and that she could grant him the power to reach his brother, and bring destruction to the forces that took him. With little other option, Cassius made this deal, handing over his life and death to Abbadon, and becoming a Warlock of the Undying.

When Cassius would wake, he found himself with renewed vigor, and a strange itching tirelessness that wouldn’t leave him alone. The next fourteen years were an unfortunate blur to Cassius, although he can pinpoint a few memories. He traveled across the Sword Coast, swindling many and sleeping with many more, making a mockery of himself along the way.

He would eventually land in the city of Phlan where he met his current adventuring party. Believing that he may stand a better chance of finding his brother with a group of other adventurers, he worked alongside them on missions within the city and the surrounding areas, before the group made the trek down to Chult on the lead of a death curse sweeping through the city.

Cassius began to unravel in the jungles of Chult, the presence of those he sought to bring down grew stronger here. As this pressed into his temples, he would soon begin to lose grasp over his own willpower, dissociating into silent fugue states, waking up in the middle of the night in the middle of thieving from his party. His powers would begin to swell and strengthen as control slipped away, manifesting in what looked like an infection of ink pouring across his chest and arms, up his neck and to his face.

The climax of this dissolvement is something Cassius finds too hard to recall, but it resolved in him cutting the contract with his patron, after a grizzly confrontation and a moment of raw vulnerability with the party’s Divination wizard, Caliban. He is still navigating life with his hands back on the wheel. The current location of his party is unknown as they continue cutting through the jungles of Chult, in search of a cure to this Death Curse, in search of Junius Faust…