Ethius til Moritz

“What the fuck? Another ‘E’ name? Is there any thought going into these names at all? Ehrys, Eden, Ethius—what the fuck? And, Morey is a shit name. I didn’t come up with that.”

Name: Ethius til Moritz
Nickname: Hemlock, Morey (alias)
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Elándria, Lerwick Kingdom
Age: 29
Height: 178cm (5’10”)
Weight: 73kg (161lbs)

Mannerisms:
-Refers to people he views as incompetent/ignorant as boy/kid no matter their age
-Pinches the bridge of his nose and let’s out a dramatic sigh when annoyed

Likes: Alcohol and Cats.
(Also, Correcting people, Getting into scuffles, Sleeping in trees, Horses, Avoiding personal questions, Telling tall tales about himself.)

Dislikes: Dogs and Personal Questions
(Cheats, Crooks, Anyone from his country.)

Alignment:Chaotic Neutral

Class: Assassin (Ex), Hired Hand

Quirks:
-Will pick fights with the odds stacked against him. Will correct people on their fighting stance before allowing them to attack him. Has a death wish.
-Is terrible, and will almost always lose, at any sort of game involving cards and gambling. But he will join a game if invited.
-Terrible cook. YC is better off eating bark with a side of dirt than trying to stomach anything he cooks.

Skills:
-Pickpocket. If it’s not tied down, it’s his for the taking. Only steals from assholes though, never the innocent or suffering.
-Linguist. Due to his lower Nobel birth and later his work as an Assassin, Ethius is proficient in several languages.
-Herbalist. Knows how to concoct mixtures of herbs for healing or to make deadly poisons. Knows basic first aid and anatomy—is better at killing people though.
-Swordsman. Proficient with blades, prefers long daggers and short swords. Is absolute rubbish with a bow.
-Novice Huntsman. Can set snares to catch small prey.
-Iron Stomach. Has trained his body to be immune to many poisons….including his own cooking.

Relationship Status: It’ll change depending on who’s asking about this—he doesn’t like this sort of question and will make up an outlandish lie. (Single)

For Example...
-“I was once a prince from a far off distant land with many wives and concubines. I had to leave once my younger brother sought to take my throne and my head. But I remain loyal to my harem.”
-“I fell in love with a fine lady. Then she took an arrow to the knee and married a baron. They have six children now.”
-“I nearly married a hag once, but upon waking to her trying to carve out my heart, I fled. I’m sure she’s still after me and my heart; I’d hate to tell you more though, and risk your life as well as mine.”
-“Single, but I’m only interested in… (lists traits opposite of YC).”

Description: He was probably once a very good looking man, but with a combination of facial scars, weather worn skin, and a lack of self care, he tends to look more like a hobo. Or someone with the plague. Most people avoid both, which is fine with him. He might look decent...if someone could get him to clean up his act.

Eye color - Hazel
Hair color - Dark Brown
Complexion - Light Olive skin tone
Scars - Too many to count. Notable Scars: Long, diagonal, rigid knife scar from the top right of his hairline, across his eyebrow, over his nose to the far left of his chin. Large slash across his chest. Thin, horizontal scar along his neck. 4cm dark red puncture scar on left shoulder. (He has a true story and a lie for each major scar).

“Well...fuck you too. I may not be beautiful, but at least I have the body of a half starved god. That’s attractive...right?”

Family: (all deceased)

Father - Lord Wynfor til Moritz
Mother - Lady Ebba til Moritz
Brother - Rothen (Arum)
Sister - Keely (born after brothers’ exile)
Wife - Ahkiya (Azalea)

“This should be a not-so-very subtle warning that you are probably going to die if you hang around me too long.”

**If you wish for the outcome of the roleplay to end in Ethius’ death, this is an option. (This does not mean I will remove his profile)

“Which of you assholes wants me dead? Huh? Not that I really care... But, fuck you.”



**His use of offensive language tends to be extensive. I can and will censor words if you wish.

“What the f***?! What do you mean censor me? Are you some kind of f***ing p****? Piece of s***! Why the f*** do you keep blocking my words?! -rage quits-