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Fantasy Help Me Make the Most of Freedom, and of Pleasure [CS]

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Character Sheet for 'Help Me Make the Most of Freedom, and of Pleasure'
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Matheus Ungarn
"I don't think I'm dead, that would hurt less. It is drafty though."
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Full Name: Matheus Ungarn
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Explored, but Heterosexual
Role: Muse A
Occupation: Mercenary

Personality: Matheus was born with an incredible hunger for the unknown and a desire for excitement. While still certainly present it has been weathered in recent times by his profession. A decade on the battlefield has taught him to be skeptical of anything that seems too wonderous. As a result, he concerns himself with the tangible and practical over the ephemeral or philosophical. What wit he does have is devoted to staying alive and crafting clever insults. His motivations in life have also been weathered by the life of a mercenary. Whereas in his youth he longed for adventure and thrills, now he desires more base things, carnal and palliative. This belies a deeper longing for a normal life though, one of constancy and peace.
Vices: Close-Minded, Drink, Women of Leisure
Virtues: Knowledgeable, Adaptable, Loyal

Brief Bio: Matheus was born in a small farming village situated near where one lord's land ended and another began. For the first ten years of his life, he knew only peace and farmwork, with the only cares in the world being the next day's work. This all changed when the two neighboring lords went to war with each other, partly over the fertile land of the village. As such everything that he had ever known was promptly razed to the ground and the young Matheus was thrust into the world with only the will to survive and a desire for adventure. For a few years, he wandered, taking kindness where it could be found and stealing where it could not. Ironically he would join one of the mercenary bands that waged the war that destroyed his home. He made his home with those warriors, the band of the brass ox, who over many years, raised him to be a man of battle. They set up camp in the war-torn kingdom to the west, where there was always coin to be found for mercenaries.
Moral Alignment: True Neutral
Health: Presently Dying

Relationships: Members of the Band of the Brass Ox


 

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    Alone.
    A man?

    Isn't this thing a bit odd looking?

    It almost looks like a woman, just without...

    Well, you know what it's missing!

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