[hider=Mergoux the Butcher] [b]Name:[/b] Mergoux [b]Age:[/b] 87 [b]Physical Description:[/b] Mergoux stands at six feet tall. She is lithe and lean, her body hard with muscle. Her black hair flows a little past her shoulder and portions of it are usually braided to keep out of her face. Her face would be pretty but for the scar that runs down from just under her left eye to her jaw, along with the fact that Mergoux never, ever, smiles. Her ears are long and pointed like her elven mother's, and are laden heavily with piercings. Studs and rings in gold, silver, and platinum. Tattoos decorate her body as well, though most are covered by the armor she almost always wears over her thick, leather jerkin. Of the ones ever visible are the dwarven runes on her chin, reading 'Butcher' and the intricate ones on either arm. Starting with manacles tattooed at the wrist, chains wrap halfway up her arm, only to break at the elbow, shattering and morphing into vines that reach up and spill across her upper chest. On either shoulder, the vines wrap around two symbols. One is a circle of eight coins, the other a flower with eight petals. Finally, on the back of her neck, nearly always covered by her hair, there is a slaver's branding mark. [img]https://i.imgur.com/1GcuuKj.png[/img] [b]Important items:[/b] Mergoux's most treasured possessions are but three. 1. She wields a large, two-handed sword she named 'Talon'. Expertly crafted and enchanted to make it lighter, she strikes with uncanny speed and skill, born of carrying the blade for over half a decade. 2. Her crossbow of dwarven design. Though a bit larger and ungainly, the weapon is surprisingly quick to load and above all, powerful and accurate at long range. What's more, Mergoux is a crack shot. 3. The Safeguard, a spiked helmet of magical origin. Wearing it conceals most of Mergoux's face and head, allowing her to pass for human with ease. What's more, the steel is enchanted with a spell that negates any kinetic energy that impacts it. An arrow would fall lifeless to the ground, a powerful mace blow would merely result in a slight clunk of metal on metal. [b]Short Bio:[/b] Born as Thalia Coldstone to Jared and Elaina Coldstone, an unusual pairing of an Elf and a Human, Thalia did not much enjoy her childhood. Raised in a rather narrow-minded village, she was bullied often and cruelly by the other children for her half-breed nature. Finally it all culminated in several older boys beating on the then 8-year old Half-Elf. It is said perhaps this is where the got her facial scar. Soon after, the Coldstones left down and headed off to live with Elaina's family. They never arrived, for their caravan was attacked by marauding bandits. Thalia was forced to watch her parents die in front of her, and was then taken as a slave by those who had attacked and killed the only family she knew. The next twelve years were hard for the girl, working under a cruel master, a self-proclaimed Bandit King, hiding deep within the mountains. During that time she worked hard as a labor slave in the cold mountain air, building up her body's strength and resilience until the King himself decided he'd sooner have the unusual young woman as his own 'personal attendant'. She fought back, and it is rumored this is where she received her scar. Two years later, she escaped, mutilating the Bandit King in the process, leaving him cursed to hobble along on one leg for the rest of his life, the other ruined by a blow to the knee by a mace. She came close to death on the mountainside but was rescued by a group of mercenaries. They nursed her back to health and took her to the local Lord, where with her help they located the Bandit King's stronghold and destroyed it. After that, Thalia joined the local army. Proving to be a natural with a blade, over the next five years she advanced in rank to that of Sergeant, until one day she and her unit came upon a small encampment of Bandits, many of whom had served under the Bandit king. Against previous orders to scout and observe and wait for backup, Thalia lead her unit into battle against the bandits. She lost half of her twelve men, and when reinforcements arrived to witness the acts of violence and cruelty she was showing the captured bandits, her time in the army was over. After leaving the army, no-one heard from her for nearly a decade until one day, she turned up again. She claimed a dead or alive bounty on a bandit, and when asked to give her name for the reward, she replied Mergoux. Thalia Coldstone was gone, now there was Mergoux. The next fifty years were marked with blood. Quickly acquiring the moniker of 'The Butcher' for her sadistic, violent tendencies, Mergoux carved her way across the outer lands. She killed not for money, not for fame or glory, not even because she enjoyed doing it, though she did. She killed to prevent what had happened to her from happening to anyone else. She killed to stop cruelty, to protect the weak. She didn't even stop at simple bandits and maruaders. More than a few tyrannical officials of villages and towns wound up losing their head to her blade, the number of legal slavers killed by her numbers in the dozens. Now, she comes to the city, hearing of a massive slave auction and hoping to put some kind of a stop to it. With her talent for violence, she is confident that she'll be able to at least put a dent in the slavers numbers. [b]Starting Faction:[/b] Independent. Mergoux is an outsider, with no loyalties to any faction inside Vendig upon her arrival. That may change as she learns about them however... [b]Spell List:[/b] None. Mergoux is not a magic user. [B]Exceptional Skill List:[/b] Ex. Bladecraft (Swords and swordlike weapons) x2 Ex. Toughness/Endurance Ex. Athletics Ex. Crossbow skill Ex. Stealth Ex. Hearing (This ability comes from her species) [b]Flaws[/b] Quick to anger Hateful Distrustful Violent [/hider]