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Catskull glanced from side to side, then over a shoulder, then back at the monks. They had just finished talking, but Catskull had come to his own conclusion beforehand. He knew well how treacherous magic could be in the wrong hands. His uncle had taught him many things, and one of the big ones was to never mistake a horse for a zebra. If something is too good to be true, it likely is.

"Say, monk... Thou wouldst not be plotting to use the orb for thine own nefarious and selfish desires? Prithee, tell us thy real name. Surely no such thing may cure the free will of men that begets war, and of nature's cause and effect. Should not thy orb have worked its miracles when it first was fashioned? Set this mind to ease and mayhaps I, Catskull Maclung, may still assist thee."

Catskull stared intently at the monk, looking for any tells. A bead of sweat, dilated pupils, a hastening of the breath or hurried explanations. He supposed that this monk may have been an entity wise enough to keep a cool head, but it was worth a try. Regardless of whether or not he was right, he wasn't about to slip right back into blind obedience at the whim of another evil wizard.

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In that case, for posterity, I shall grant my character a stiletto.

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@TheLazarus

I'd imagine that the monk told the eunuchs that it had all been a misunderstanding just as soon as he coughed up that stray hair. As for the likelihood of them assaulting someone like Catskull in the first place just like that, well... That's what makes it funny.

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@Inuyasha@TheLazarus

Yes, it's exactly that. It was a chance to see his reflection and take care of some personal hygiene, so he went for it. Y'know, convenience. But he looks and acts so off-putting, it's no wonder the eunuchs got the wrong idea and dogpiled him.

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Catskull

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)



*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.

*A black steel helm fitted firmly to his head.


*Steel plating inside the knuckles of his leather gloves, inside his boots, and over his knees.

*Beneath his robes is a full layer of steel scale armor with another layer of pleated leather beneath. His full armor kit weighs in at a total of 24 pounds.

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.

Country of Origin: Ellessar

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 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 mastered the versatile Dane sword in conjunction with a targe, his already diabolical strength amplified by the weight of the targe to such an extend that he can separate a man into two halves lengthwise with a horse cut. 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 truly 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.

Side: None; Catskull is a wandering warrior.

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@TheLazarus

I posted.

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The gangplank creaked. A looming figure dressed like he belonged in a mortuary exited the ship, sheathed blade leaning against his left shoulder and a wicked looking targe slung over his back. The black silhouette of his squared frame filled the waiting monk's widening eyes. He stopped abruptly before the monk, casting a smouldering, baleful glare down without so much as acknowledging the great tower even once. When he was still, he moved not a hair but to breathe. When he moved, it was with the silent intensity of a big cat.
The monk took a step back, wiping a sleeve over his brow. This was one of those types. One gear, no off switch. He was here to slay or else twiddle his thumbs.

"You aren't a knight, are you?" Asked the monk.

"I can see mine own image reflected within thy shiny dome. Prithee be still, knave, that I mayest preen these nose hairs of mine."

Catskull leaned forwards and began studiously plucking out his protruding nosehairs as he peered into the monk's bald head. The monk's train of thought nosedived into a ravine.
Wait, nosehairs? Is he actually... But I... What? WHAT??
The monk opened his mouth and inhaled a stray nosehair. A coughing fit overtook him, and in earnest Catskull began slapping the monk's back to help him cough it up. Slowly, several eunuchs began drawing near, having heard the commotion.

"Ah, I see thou hast partook of mine hair. How fortuitous thou art, for I, Catskull Maclung shall grant thee a second chance at life! Breath, damn ye! Breath!"

When Catskull arrived with the others, having entered the tower heedless of its wonders, he had a black eye and several bruises on his face. If this drew any looks, he'd look away curtly, and with shadows brooding in his eyes, would answer simply thus; "Prithee do not mind me. A learned man is he who finds that eunuchs are formidable in packs."

The eunuchs had apparently beat his ass, having thought he'd been assaulting the monk. The issue was cleared up, but it'd be a few days before the shiner he'd recieved followed suit. Was he really a knight? Nobody would have seen him on the ship. A stowaway? Why this destination? If he wasn't a knight, he was certainly armed just as well, and likely not for no reason.

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@TheLazarus

Catskull would probably follow the first person he meets to one side or another. It fits into his quest, after all. What he seeks may be found in either faction. Glory, wealth, challenges... Plus I don't mind at all if you wanna herd him around, I can go with the flow.

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@TheLazarus
I like to add lots of detail, so this profile is sorted out a bit differently than it is in the provided format.

Catskull

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)



*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 black steel helm fitted firmly to his head.


*Steel plating inside the knuckles of his leather gloves, inside his boots, and over his knees.

*Beneath his robes is a full layer of steel scale armor with another layer of pleated leather beneath. His full armor kit weighs in at a total of 24 pounds.

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.

Country of Origin: Ellessar

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 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 mastered the versatile Dane sword in conjunction with a targe, his already diabolical strength amplified by the weight of the targe to such an extend that he can separate a man into two halves lengthwise with a horse cut. 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 truly 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.

Side: None; Catskull is a wandering warrior.

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@Vampiretwilight

appearance: A chubby hobbit with brown sideburns and a mop of scraggly hair. Wears overalls.
name: Dingle Tentoes
age: 16
species: Hobbit
powers(if any): Has big, hairy hobbit feet. They're tough enough to be able to walk on broken glass without being hurt.