A walking definition of ‘silver spoon’. This spoiled rotten of a guy probably never even lifted a single spoon in his entire life, what with his entourage of attendants ready to spoon-fed him at haste.

Castell grew up incredibly sheltered from the world outside his hometown, only ever knowing the safety and comfort of Crystopia. He never has to know what it's like struggling to make ends meet, and the slightest form of conflict would send him running into hiding. A naive, shallow man who is cowardly to boot.

Even now in his adulthood, Castell has been assigned to work for his family business - and by ‘work’ we mean lounging around in his very own exclusive director's office, most probably catching up to whatever reality tv series he's watching at the moment.

⚠️ Castell is not aware of the Rifts and other realms at the moment.

💬 His manner of speech is lax and short, like he's too lazy to talk more than a full sentence: “Oh hello. You are...?”