He’s the Lord of these parts. He owns the Colosseum where he makes the convicted and the unfortunates combat to the death. You can always see him at every fight, eating his way through several plates of meat. He laughs and he claps at death. He is a rotund and misshapen and has his servants carry and bathe him. He doesn’t really have many friends, not any that he doesn’t pay anyway. He is good friends with Jimmy, of Jimmy’s Tavern, a up and coming chef in The Lower. He’s probably one of the causes of Cushing’s weight gain. He wasn’t always like this.

Once upon a time, Cushing was a strong, fit warrior. His weapon of choice was a broad axe. He was a keen adventurer and when there was trouble, he was the one to sort it. This one time, he and a fellow treasure hunter were in search of a cave rumoured to contain valuable items. They did find it but only Cushing made it out. He was discovered trapped by fallen rocks that crushed and pinned his legs. It took a dozen men to free him. As he was taken to a doctor, he claimed that the other man had perished within the cave. Given the state at which Cushing was found, people believed him. He had barely escaped with a bagful of jewels. Of which he sold and bought the Colosseum with. He couldn’t use he legs as he once used to and so he became depressed and mean to those who cared. He grew spiteful at those who reminded him of what he used to be. So he felt much joy from watching fit people die. His latest experiment is a little sprite of a girl, if whom is being force fed food far too vast for her size in order to make her resemble how he feels now.

His mind and body have gone too far to be rescued. He used to be great and helpful. But now he is the opposite. Anyone not with him is wrong and anyone who crosses him, will learn to regret their life choices.