Matrim Ankh Alkateesh

``Name;; Matrim Ankh Alkateesh
``Nicknames;; Mat
``Age;; 24
``Gender;; Male
``Species;; Human
``Magic? (Y/N);; N
``Home Country;; Luxur
``Sexual Orientation;; No one knows but he sure is flirtatious

Appearance


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Personality

``Likes;;
-loyalty
-baking
-climbing
-naps

``Dislikes;;
-abuse of any kind on anyone
-disloyalty
-fancy people

``Strengths;;
-parkour
-theft
-loyalty

``Weaknesses;;
-Freckle
-Treasure
-Pretty women
-Pretty boys
-an idiot

``Fears;;
-the Boogeyman
-getting caught with his pants down

``Secrets;;
-Mat would love to have a gypsy family of his own
-Mat is convinced there is a Boogeyman

``Personality;; Matrim is a rogue but that doesn't make him entirely cunning or suave. A romantic by heart he often gets distracted easily by a pretty face when he's supposed to be swiping things or roughing up someone encroaching on his turf. An idiot by society's standards he does have a good heart and is always willing to lend a helping hand. Just be sure it isn't going towards your rear end or your coin purse. Matrim is fascinated by magic and could watch it for hours and ask many questions to the magic user. Usually though his appearance and demeanor causes the stiff-collared mages to raise their noses and ignore him. That's when he gets bored and goes looking for trouble.

``History;; He had been born on the outskirts of the human city, among a troupe of gypsies. His parents adored him and raised him well enough, his mother often sung so he took to singing, his father and older brothers hunted and fought monsters often so he picked up on that as well. Matrim grew up in barren, desolate lands but on the bouts of wanderlust as is custom to gypsies, came across all races save for the vampire. As all desert gypsies he was given a winged puppy when he was a little boy. Naming the dear creature Freckle the two became inseparable and thusly would wander off for days once Matrim hit his early teenaged years. Off they‘d go o‘er dusty hills to find a rare oasis, desert hermit, traveling caravan, monsters to battle, other gypsy clans, old temples, or abandoned ruins. He always had a thirst for knowledge and that would one day land him in hot water.

After coming of age, Matrim and Freckle parted ways with the gypsies. Armed with his lyre, his winged mount and his elongated Falchion sword at the age of sixteen, he set out to discover the human kingdom. 'Tis a wretched place. Everyone only cared for their family and friends, never looking kindly upon any stranger. Matrim often stole from the rich and gave to the needy so to say. Until, one day, he was caught red handed. Freckle was restrained by guards as the guard captain chopped off the exotic desert man‘s left hand. Being left in the street to bleed out, Matrim scampered into an alley where Freckle quickly followed suit, whimpering and fawning over the wounded one. A kind blacksmith forged a metal claw for Matrim to aid him in his rogue antics and crafty mannerisms. He also tempted a mage into enchanting it so it would still move if he were to remove it, it became a small spy for him in dire times. A wretched bandit had tried to steal it from him, carving an intricate scar upon Matrim‘s face under his left eye. Matrim was able to gut the man‘s belly, falling backwards, as Freckle lunged forth to bite out the bandit‘s throat.

He doesn‘t know what other races would think of him so he‘s a rather reserved man. Not that he isn‘t friendly. His upbringing compels him to be hospitable to anyone and everyone within reason. Matrim makes some income by playing his lyre and singing, looting places, or even brining back the hides of animals. He doesn‘t have a home and lives off the land or sometimes treats himself to a night at an inn. Matrim knows that Freckle won‘t get into trouble since the winged hound is just a giant puppy wanting to be adored. He had one day gotten word that his gypsy clan is under attack and so flew with Freckle to the regular seasonal camp site, only to find nothing but massacre and destruction by a rivaling unit of bandits. Matrim helped fight as valiantly as he could with Freckle at his side. He managed to rescue his parents and most of the clan with the help of some other men, but his brothers had perished during the battle.


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This is Freckle his winged hound.