Name: Martin Lintichfeld
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Description: Lithe as a whip, Martin stands a good 6’ 6’’ and weighs in at 198 pounds. If his face were soft, it could have been called boyish, but its cherubic smoothness is marble-like in demeanor, the full lips carried in a harsh line and the intense green eyes staring out as if from behind the bars of a helmet. The hair is a lustrous blondish-brown, relatively short but wavy. His gait rolls so gracefully and his posture is such to suggest much in the way of capacity for bodily manipulation.
Personality: Ever focused on the task, time for Martin never waits. He always has an agenda; there is always something to be done, a mission to be fulfilled, a role to be played out. And it is not so much the achievement of the goal that is dear to him as the simple notion that he has such a goal and is progressing in it. Behind his blank features the mind is restless in unending calculations of a strategic nature, and on the exterior he cannot be still while there is yet some small detail to be undertaken. Though not a cold man by nature, he struggles to view his social connections as anything more personal than a means to achieve future goals.
Background: He was brought to a Monastery by an old woman who claimed to be his grandmother. Clearly having been through extreme trauma, the old woman retained sanity long enough to beg the monks to help the baby, before flying into a psychotic hysteria.
The monks took them in and cared for them until the woman died. Afterward, the head monk adopted the baby as his own and named him Martin.
Martin grew up at the Monastery, where the monks fed and clothed him and taught him their various arts. Thus he was exposed from an early age to their fighting style and their use of sorcery.
However, these were secondary things. First and foremost, the monks served the Creator.
Martin married Jasna, the head monk's daughter, at the age of eighteen. They never had children.
The head monk passed away twelve years later. Martin was to succeed him. But there was one jealous monk who was in love with Jasna and coveted her.
The jealous monk invited Martin on a journey of prayer into the mountains. There he tripped Martin over a cliff and returned to the Monastery to report him dead.
Martin was discovered, half-dead, and taken to Bethany...
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Description: Lithe as a whip, Martin stands a good 6’ 6’’ and weighs in at 198 pounds. If his face were soft, it could have been called boyish, but its cherubic smoothness is marble-like in demeanor, the full lips carried in a harsh line and the intense green eyes staring out as if from behind the bars of a helmet. The hair is a lustrous blondish-brown, relatively short but wavy. His gait rolls so gracefully and his posture is such to suggest much in the way of capacity for bodily manipulation.
Personality: Ever focused on the task, time for Martin never waits. He always has an agenda; there is always something to be done, a mission to be fulfilled, a role to be played out. And it is not so much the achievement of the goal that is dear to him as the simple notion that he has such a goal and is progressing in it. Behind his blank features the mind is restless in unending calculations of a strategic nature, and on the exterior he cannot be still while there is yet some small detail to be undertaken. Though not a cold man by nature, he struggles to view his social connections as anything more personal than a means to achieve future goals.
Background: He was brought to a Monastery by an old woman who claimed to be his grandmother. Clearly having been through extreme trauma, the old woman retained sanity long enough to beg the monks to help the baby, before flying into a psychotic hysteria.
The monks took them in and cared for them until the woman died. Afterward, the head monk adopted the baby as his own and named him Martin.
Martin grew up at the Monastery, where the monks fed and clothed him and taught him their various arts. Thus he was exposed from an early age to their fighting style and their use of sorcery.
However, these were secondary things. First and foremost, the monks served the Creator.
Martin married Jasna, the head monk's daughter, at the age of eighteen. They never had children.
The head monk passed away twelve years later. Martin was to succeed him. But there was one jealous monk who was in love with Jasna and coveted her.
The jealous monk invited Martin on a journey of prayer into the mountains. There he tripped Martin over a cliff and returned to the Monastery to report him dead.
Martin was discovered, half-dead, and taken to Bethany...
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