Mathurin
| Mathurin | |||||||
| Male Guess | |||||||
| Player: CraughSPL | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Mathurin | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | None | |||||||||
| Age: | By appearance, late twenties or early thirties | |||||||||
| Deity: | Ehlonna | |||||||||
| Alignment: |
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| Occupation: | Hunter, Mercykiller | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | Red Death - Namer | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Beastlands - Grove of the Unicorns | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 5'10 without armor, 6'2 with | |||||||||
| Weight: | 220 lb | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Dull emerald | |||||||||
| Hair: | Light brown | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Light skinned, deeply tanned | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Stocky | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Bald, full beard | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Tracking, Wilderness Survival, Combat | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| Full plate, sword and board | ||||||||||
Yet another plodding figure clad in steel from head to toe walks the streets of the Cage, weariness expressed in every motion. When--or if--he removes the helm, an equally fatigued expression is revealed with a solemn tone of voice to match.
Appearance
Physical Features
Mathurin is an unremarkable character in most respects. Even with broad shoulders and significant muscle, he doesn't exactly stand out above the crowd at 5'10 nor act the part of a basher. His perfectly bald head, smashed nose and scarred face likewise fail at evoking the image of a handsome man, if he was even that to begin with. His posture at least is straight, though this factor is also marred by the occasional difficulty he has with muscle spasms and other signs of weakness. The way he tells it, this is just the natural result of a lifetime spent fighting. Ancient scars peeking beyond his shirt sleeves and collar attest to this claim. His hands are clumsy and calloused, ill-suited to any craft beyond holding plow or sword. There is often dirt visible in between the creases of his fingers and on the backs of his hands, something which may suggest he does more than grip a blade.
Demeanor
Like his appearance, Mathurin's expressions of emotion are far from memorable. He possesses a passable modicum of courtesy and knowledge of social mores, and his apparent inability to show a temper--instead only growing stiff--mute any semblance of offensive or hostile behavior toward those in Sigil. More easily affected by melancholy or grief than joy, his smiles are nevertheless frequent if lacking in strength. In most situations he might be said to display a mellow personality. Stray to deeper topics, and only then a real fervor may surface.
Tools of the Trade
In the face of danger, Mathurin wears a heavy sheath of metal like a second skin, with chainmail protecting joints where solid plates cannot. ... When in peaceful company, Mathurin prefers simple black trousers, boots and a gray shirt of silk-like quality.
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