Mason Pergus

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Mason Pergus
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Wedge
  • Nicknames: None thus far.
  • Race: Human
  • Class: Sharpshooter
  • Age: 22
  • Body Type: Lean
  • Height: 5'10
  • Weight: 165
  • Complexion: Pale & Smooth
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: Light Grey
  • Handedness: Ambi-dextrous
  • Scars: Left upper thigh, right bicep, and back of right calf.
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Kind, laid back, can be cold at times.
  • Mannerisms: A proper gentleman by most standards.
  • Likes: Swimming, Running, Woodworking, Hunting (Non-Humanoids), cleaning his various weapons, reading the tome "The Triuval Campaign" By Harlokson Dejuve, crafting various traps, exercising, practicing his marksmanship on inanimate objects, gambling, fine wine, and expanding his knowledge.
  • Dislikes: Those arrogant in character, cherries, deception, mindless conflict, the colour of rust, and certain breeds of feline. Rest to be revealed via roleplay.

• Description

  Mason stands at a height nearing six feet, but just not quite getting there. From head to toe he is lean of build, wiry, and covered in taut musculature that was borne of a soldiers regiment and taken to another level. His physique is often hidden behind clothes of rather simple, yet elegant design. A white dress shirt is often tucked into a pair of solid black slacks belted with brown leather and a silver buckle. The left knee of his trousers appeared to have come under repair with a noticable hue that matched the grey colour of the waistcoat worn about his torso. Black socks and polished dress shoes of matching colour also adorned his feet.
  
  As for accessories the fellow wore a pair of brown leather gloves with the fingers of the index and middle finger severed at the very base to allow full mobility. A pair of crimson pince-nez styled spectacles rested above a small button nose. The lenses were shaped into that of elegant rectangles, often positioned high enough to hide the light grey shade of his eyes behind the thick glass.
  
  His face was formed in a delicate fashion. His slender jawline evident with definition, traveled down to a narrow chin that was smooth and void of any divet or mark. He suffered just a hint of an underbite, which could be noticed by those that paid heed to those supple lips of rosey tint that stood out like a rose bush in winter. His cheeks were high in position, bringing about a brightness to his smile, the added depth evident against the fullness of his cheeks, showing a healthy diet was had by this fellow.

• Biography

  Mason comes from a humble family that is borne of the large continent of Zhot Khut, a human dominated empire that is along the borders of two other cultures, the Balkrul and the Triuval nations. The son of a soldier, and the elder sibling of a boy and girl, he was often in the position of helping his mother tend to the household, the children, and even financially when war came to their home.
  
  Financially he assisted as an apprentice to a woodcrafter that was occupied with the creation of various siege machines for the war effort and mending damaged Airships. He grew keen on the woodwork but it was not his path. When the war was over, he retired from the position to return to a whole family when his father returned, seemingly unscathed by the conflict waged for the past three years.
  
  Mason then spent most of his time learning various skills from his father, these skills ranging from hunting, to the specifics of various traps, and the use of a rifle brought from the region of Triuval. Mason was quick to learn, and before long he was hunting on his own at the scant age of fourteen to help provide for his family.
  
  Holding an immense respect for his fathers position as a soldier in the Zhot Khut military, at the age of sixteen he enlisted, feigning his age, he would pass through the initial training with flying colours and was placed in the 42nd Airship Brigade on the ship codenamed "Khaz" after one of the large cities of Zhot Khut.
  
  Not even a year after his enlistment began, war came upon Zhot Khut once more but from a different nation. For five years Mason fought in this war, and returned, a different man. He was no longer the boy, but something else within. He spent only three months with his family upon his return, before striking out on his own.
  
  Two weeks after, he left the continent of Zhot Khut and begins his travels abroad, putting his talents to use in whatever way manageable, but the one that is most prominent, is his skill as a Sharpshooter and the target in his scopes? Those deemed monsters by the people, aswell as he. Those dark of character and sadistic in nature; beware.