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. By all appearances he has a decent standard of cleanliness, the most prominent smell to anyone who steps close being an odd mix of herbs and--naturally--dirt.
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. His soft-spoken baritone voice likely adds to this impression. Stray to deeper topics of conversation, 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. Chainmail protects joints where solid plates cannot. His kite shield is reinforced in both width and thickness with steel sheets, more appropriate for a siege than any battle in the field. A simple cross-hilt longsword is his weapon of choice. The entire ensemble is clearly well maintained, despite showing signs of ever-recent abuse and the odd re-forging over a particularly severe dent or gouge. Every bit of exposed metal is a bare, unadorned and dulled gray but for the sigil of a rearing unicorn stamped into the shield.
When in peaceful company, Mathurin prefers simple black trousers, boots and a gray shirt of silk-like quality.
- under construction*