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Fantasy ~Catskull~

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Name: Catskull Maclung
Age: 33
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 246 pounds
Boxing Reach: 80.0 in
Race: Human
Dominant Hand: Left
Weapons and Equipment-

*A Damascus steel Dane sword with the following specifications-
Overall length: 58" (147 cm)
Blade length: 42" (106.7 cm)
Blade width at base: 1.4" (3.5 cm)
CoG: 4" (10.2 cm)
CoP: 24.5" (62.2 cm)
Weight: 4 lbs 10 oz (2.1 kg)

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*A 16" X 16" five pound targe buckler strapped to his right forearm with five 5" spikes.

*A rope tied about his waist just below a leather belt.

*A stiletto with an eight inch blade within an oiled sheath strapped to the inside of his targe.

Appearance- Catskull is a large, pale-skinned man with rugged, imposing angular facial features and a black bowl cut framing dull yellow eyes. He's of a powerful, sturdy, and lithe build.

Personality- Sometimes good guys don't wear white. Catskull is not a nice man, nor a reasonable man, nor a sane man. He prides himself on being a cultured and educated with nerves of steel. He values class and social standing, is well-spoken, and stays far, far away from those he deems to be 'peasants'. He comes off as cold-hearted and shrewd, and that's because he is. He generally sticks to what's legal and doesn't antagonize those who stay out of his way, and if he sees someone in need of help, he'll help them if he likes them. On the flipside, he has no mercy for those who cross him.
Catskull has a dark sense of humor, and he's fond of making light (or dark) of any situation no matter how grim or whimsical. He seems to suffer from an inability to take anything seriously, besides not letting 'peasants' touch him. He's immensely selfish, and never shares unless it's a matter of life or death, or loss of limb. He will frequently perform random, inconsequential actions for no good reason, purely on a whim, but remains dedicated to the purpose of restoring his family's name and wealth.

Background- There existed a clan of nobles known as the Maclungs, lead by the evil sorcerer Malimore Maclung. Malimore, unbeknownst to his clan, had been slowly siphoning the life from his own kin to extend his own. When a Maclung's life force inevitably dwindled, they'd "run out of luck", dooming them and their bloodline to a life of fatal misfortune. Every Maclung, cruel in their own right due to their lack of a spirit and conscience, died before the age of thirty. There have only ever been two exceptions. The dark wizard Suliss Maclung, the chosen pupil and future successor to Malimore, and Catskull Maclung who was spared his soul. He was the only one Malimore allowed to remain whole due to the old sorcerer's need for a competent bodyguard, unplagued by bad luck and a short life expectancy.

Malimore had Catskull trained in the ancient arts of man and beast slaying, and had the many of the most fearsome warriors in the world teach him the ways of combat. He learned to use his blade as well as his body, and his body as well as his blade.

Catskull could have grown into a decent fellow, if his uncle hadn't been so ridiculously evil. Fortunately Catskull was intent on being his own man, not the bitch of an old monster, and soon he ditched Malimore and fled to new lands, seeking to establish his own house of nobility and recreate the Maclung bloodline properly. Once he has resurrected the House Maclung, he intends to slay his wicked uncle and brother and end the bloodline curse of the Maclungs for good.
Until then, he wanders, seeking fortune, fame, and worthy adversaries with whom he may hone his skills.
 
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Name: Mithristipheles (Stipho) of Thebes
Age: 36
Height: 5 foot, 9 inches
Weight: 185 pounds
Boxing Reach: 26 inches
Race:
Human
Dominant Hand: Right
Weapons and Equipment-

Short thrusting spear (6-foot reach, 10 pounds, wooden with 5-inch iron spearhead)
Shield (18-inch diameter, 14 pounds, iron-banded with wicker reinforcement)
Short composite bow and feather-ended bronze-tipped arrows (15 total)
Additional carrying strap on back for carrying the shield.

Appearance-

Lanky through battle, rigorous athletics, and hand-to-hand combat, Stipho is fighting-fit. Dressed in his customary Greek wear of sandals, tunic, leather girdle, and a Phrygian cap depicting his status as a toxotai, he would hardly be seen as menacing, but his calculating eye and scars show more experience than his lean physique and minimal wear. Sandy brown hair cut short, a flow from angular to smooth features, and dark green eyes finish the accents to this man.

Personality-

Studious, deceptively strong, and unabashedly iron-willed, Stipho leaves little personality to himself besides a devotion to family and to the art of slaying. Law-bound and dutiful, you can count on honour for this man. This was not always so. Behind every mask of stone lies many a secret, and Stipho carries with him a few daemons of his past.

Background-

Stipho has always been an active individual, and when he was not honing his abilities with weapons he was honing his mind, seeking out fresh information from the survivors to use on the battlefield. Born to commoners and devoted to love and to enlightenment, he was taught and learned much before taking up the spear. He was brash and fiery, and committed many an atrocity. Putting that past aside was challenging, but in the end it worked out well for him, and he lived a life of penance through service and rigor. He seeks out challenges and has ambition to become a more competent and active warrior, as on the battlefield the sting of regret lies deep in his head, practically forgotten.
 
(I just used your sheet for reference.)
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Name: The Devil Butcher
Age: 29
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 290lbs
Boxing Reach: 84 inches
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrious, favoring right.
Weapons and Equipment:

Hooked Scimitar-
Made of Damascus steel
Total Length: 52"
Blade Length: 40"
Total Width: 3" consistent width only thins when it curves back to the hook.
Center of Balance: Just above the guard
Weight: 7 lbs 12 oz

Large Hoplon Shield-
Constituted of wooden cut wrapped in steel plating.
3 feet diameter
2 inches thick at center and edges, 1 inch in perimeter surrounding central point
Weight: 10 lbs 2 oz

Wears light wooden protective plates on legs and shoulders. Wears slightly heavier bronze helmet and armguard on his right arm.
 

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