AppearanceRace: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Birthday: 16, Summer, 486AV
Birthplace: Sunberth
Appearance: Mortas is a relatively tall man, standing roughly at 6 feet tall. He has short black hair which is slightly scruffy, his beard is short with a goatee on his chin. This gives him a slightly roguish appearance which he delights in.
His lightly tanned skin is marred by the occasional pink scar on his lean but muscular body. His face usually wears a carefree smile, masking any intent of malice or wrong-doing. His friendly demeanour can often turn cold or hostile very quickly if you annoy him or if he locks you in shackles.
He walks with somewhat of a swagger, just by a glance you can tell he's confident, if not overly so. His mossy green eyes are always alert, appearing to be searching for something, or someone.
Character ConceptMortas, is first and foremost, a survivor. Nothing is below him if it means it could advance his standing or increase his wealth, usually this incorporates itself into slavery, Mortas' main profession. He doesn't take too much joy in this but views it as a necessity, a job someone must do, after all, if there were no slaves the world would fall apart.
He takes great pleasure in socialising with people, whether it be casual, intimate or formal. Music and songs are a great passion of his, despite that fact that he neither sing nor dance.
Mortas is also quite a vain character, slightly obsessive with his body he will lap up any praise given and takes great pride in his appearance. This partially leads to his bloated ego, and over-confidence, bordering on arrogance.
While Mortas mightn't be the most learned man out there, he certainly isn't an idiot, he is a quick thinker and can make decisions on his feet. It isn't that he isn't capable of making a decent living for himself, it's just he never had the education or the chance to learn the necessary skills. Due to this fact his social edict may be lacking but he can be formal.... to a certain extent. He can be quite persuasive however, his easy smiles and carefree attitude can lure you in, but by then it might already be too late.
Character HistoryMortas was born in Sunberth, and typical to a child born in the cesspool known as a city didn't have a happy childhood. His parents were decent people, always struggling to meet ends meet however as the threat of crime and corruption was an ever present cloud lingering over their existence. From what Mortas can remember it was clear they cared for him very much, this was evident, right up to their last moments.
When Mortas was a child, aged 4 years old a small riot broke out, fighting and chaos took over a few streets, and with that chaos came opportunity for some and misfortune for others. A group of armed thugs broke into their small home and proceeded to ransack the place, Mortas' father tried to defend his wife and young child in vain, he was murdered after taking down one of the attackers. Meanwhile Mortas' mother hid him in an upturned wicker basket. Mortas was never found, his mother however was not so lucky, she was found raped and murdered.
Mortas was left with nothing, his parents were dead, his house ransacked and ruined. The future looked bleak for the young child.
He was not to die yet however, as he wandered the streets in the aftermath of the riot he found a group of men shackling some wounded and unconscious people. The young Mortas saw these people as enforcers, come to arrest all the bad people and make everything alright again... he couldn't have been more wrong however they were slavers. Oblivious Mortas walked over and proceeded to hug the leg of the leader and begin crying. Fate could have gone two ways for the young boy that day, he could have been put in shackles and lived a short miserable life, but fate smiled on him. The slaver took pity on the young lad, and took him in. Probably only because he was in a good mood due to the large haul of slaves he got. Later in life Mortas would see the same man beat and shackle children the same age.
So for the next number of years Mortas travelled with these people, growing up a slaver, not a slave. This hardened him and left little room for mercy in his soul. He learned all he could from the man, never quite holding him as a father figure however.
Mortas is now 27, his adopted father is dead and he has no loyalty to the other slavers, so he decided to embark on his own journey, one of wealth, women and adventure.... or so he hoped. [Will expand through flashbacks later]
LanguageFluent Language: Common
SkillsSkill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
Weapon:Widowmaker | 15 SP, 15 RB | 30 | Competent |
Intimidation | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
Negotiation | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
Weapon: Shortbow | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
Weapon: Whip | 5 SP | 5 | Novice |
LoresLore of Slavery
Lore of the Value of People
Possessions
Backpack
-Comb (Metal)
-Brush (Metal)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
-Kelvic Collar Leather (5)
-Manacles (5)
-Manacles, high quality (2)
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On Person
-Cold iron Widowmaker
-Shortbow
-Whip
-Archery glove
-Archer's arm guard
-Weapon Harness
-Quiver
-Breastplate
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak or Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
Heirloom: Shortbow
HousingLocation: House: Room in Aquillar hot springs
LedgerPurchase | Cost | Total |
Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
Traded in house | +500 GM | 600 GM |
Kelvic collar (leather) x5 | 25 GM | 575 GM |
Manacles x5 | 75 GM | 500 GM |
Manacles (high quality) x2 | 100 GM | 400 GM |
Cold iron widowmaker | 105 GM | 295GM |
Whip | 1 GM | 294 GM |
Archery Glove | 1 GM | 293 GM |
Archer's armguard | 1GM | 292 GM |
Weapon harness | 5 GM | 287 GM |
Quiver | 20 GM | 267 GM |
Breastplate | 200 GM | 67 GM |
Renesa | 40 GM | 27 GM |
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