Born to a muggle father and a mother who was a wizard, Casimir was unaware of how challenging having parents who hailed from two sides of quite literally, different worlds. Right after he was born, his father had found out his mother was a 'witch' leading to a subsequent divorce. Casimir's father was religious and seeing anyone perform magic in his eyes was as if they were performing some black magic. He didn't want any of that. The only reason why he didn't tell the entire world his wife wasn't a witch was because he was quite frankly, scared of what she might do to him.

They had shared custody of Casimir after splitting up, He'd have two homes, one in the city of Nottingham where his father resided and a nice cottage in the countryside where his mother resided in. So the boy got to see the world in 2 perspectives. He'd be lying if he said he didn't prefer spending more time with his mother. She worked as an auror and she'd have INSANE stories to tell him that kept him on the edge of his feet. Mind-thrilling stuff really. He'd learn all about magic too, about hogwarts and how his mom studied and eventually graduated and many more magical terms and words that helped him famliraize himself with the wizarding world.

On the other hand.. his father.. his father and him had a bit of a complicated relationship. Casimir's father was one of those neck-collared men who worked a 9-5 at the office and made a decent pay and he was deadset on getting Casimir to be NORMAL, or hell, even become better then him. In a nutshell, whatever his father had failed to do as a child he'd want Casimir to do in his steed. This led to some pretty stressful times for the boy.

He was an academic achiever, played football and basketball. But there were of course times where he couldn't keep up, times where he felt tired. His father would hurt him, not physically, but mentally. Casimir, at the age of 8, learned this the hardway when he returned with a report card plastered with Bs and As rather then straight As. He'd acknowledge him but the look in his eyes said it all. Disappointment. Perhaps even a tinge of hatred. Casimir for a while, thought his father must've been a wizard too, putting some sort of jinx on him, the way he stared and speak.. his tone.. it scared the boy. He didn't want that, he didn't want anyone to look at him with a disapproving look or frown, so in his fragile mind he realized it was better to make everyone happy. If everyone was happy, HE was happy.

A terrible mindset for sure, and one that was carved into his brain, refusing to erode away for quite sometime. His first instant of magic, which happened right after he tried to confront his father about it was what led to him being sent to his mother, for good most likely because his mother never sent him back after a week. To Casimir? this was perfectly fine yet his mother could see the damage had already been done.

He was spineless.

Though his mother was busy with work, she'd try desperately to bring back the Cas she knew who was free-minded and wasn't afraid too speak his mind out. Instead, standing before her was a child, and that child was wrestling a giant. Nontheless, living with his mother somewhat chiselled away a bit of this flawed mindset. Receving his letter of acceptance of hogwarts soon after was a joy to both of them. Yet deep down, his mother does worry for how he'd do, away from home.

Only time will tell.

First Instance of Magic:
Casimir was nearing his eleventh birthday when this happened. It was the start of August. His report card that was not plastered with As came out and as both him and his father pulled up in the driveway there was silence. Silence so loud Casimir felt like glass was being shoved inside his ears making it bleed with agony. His father talked, of course he does, but that look and tone. It scared him. He looked like a zombie.

Ever since he was 8, he had gotten that look, it wasn't like it was a daily occurence but when it happened, it played and toyed with his mind. The pressure of pleasing his father would be placed on the top of his head like a pile of metaphorical bricks. "You should do better, be better.", his father finally sliced the silence with his tongue. This was the first time he had talked when he had gotten 'medicore' results. "You have a legacy to uphold. You can do great things.", his father continued.

Casimir nodded as they stayed inside the car. He could hear the first few raindrops hit the roof of car. The sound echoed in his head like a hollow steel ball. "I'm calling off visits with your mother for a while. Until you fix this.", he said, pointing at the report card. Casimir pursed his lips, clenching his fists. Was he really going to nod his head? Like he did every other time?

"No."

The word echoced in his head. Who was his father to tell that to him. "You should be more like Kiera. Straight As i've heard.", his father begin to babble. No more, not this time, "Well if Kiera does better, she should've been your CHILD."

As he raised his tone, the windows of the car shattered and cracked. Horrified, both father and son stumbled out. The blaring alarm of the car was not enough to cover up the utter look of horror his father had on his face as he muttered, "You're just like her aren't you?", before scampering to make a phone call.

He was sent off the next day with his belongings. That was the last time Casimir Edwards saw his father.

A boy with fluffy lush brown hair and a very light brown skintone. The bangs on his forehead are long enough that it covers his eyes but not thick enough that it blocks his view entirely. Speaking of eyes, they are dark blue and somewhat narrow. There are no scars on his face or body. He has a skinny physique that stands out due to his 'preference' in baggy clothings. Casimir stands at a height of 150 cm tall.