Ser Mortimer Boggs
House Boggs of Eel's Cove
[ ⚔ ]Reputation
Ser Mortimer is everything one would expect of a knighted bog-devil; He is crude, cold, and thoroughly unhonorable. Not particularly well-liked for a hedge knight, Ser Mortimer has spent the last two decades splitting the skulls that low lords deem fit to be split open. Having been knighted for his assistance in quelling a rebellion of Northern peasantry, Mortimer has always known only the first, most basic tenet of knighthood -- to kill your opponent before they can kill you.
Ser Mortimer is a famously poor bet for seemingly every type of tournament, having proved his inability to hit a target with an arrow, hold a note, complete a game of chess, or stay on the back of a horse long enough to joust. As Mortimer was never a squire or page, skills such as horsemanship and literacy have escaped Mortimer's bony-fingered grasp. That being said, his skill in the fields his people are known for, such as poisons and ambush tactics, keep his employment as a hired killer frequent enough that his coffers are so well-lined that he does not feel a need to compete for prizes in tournaments with frilly-wristed southern knights. As Mortimer is fond of all vices, be it ale, whores, wine, sourleaf, or even shade of the evening where it can be found, his need for employment means that for the past twenty years, he has killed approximately one man each week.
He is known to knights and smallfolk of the North as "Ser Mortimer of The Black Ass", a monicker that to some, references his steed Ojo, a black long-eared donkey, and to others, his controversial killing of Ser Edgard Hornwood, a well-liked knight, during a trial by combat where Mortimer had championed for a noblewoman accused of laying with one of her stableboys. After Edgard had embedded his greatsword -- which had been affixed to his gauntlets in preparation for the duel -- into the trunk of a thick tree, Mortimer simply placed a lit torch into the back of his ill-fitting tasset, burning Edgard to death.
[ ⚔ ]Appearance
Mortimer is lithe and sharp-featured, with an appearance not unlike a weasel or particularly hungry rat. The women who have known him as 'Morty' can attest to his skin being splotchy and speckled where has has accidentally burned himself while mixing poisons, and oddly pale and hairless. He wears a drab moss-green tunic and brown trousers to cover this pale hairlessness, with a pair of dark brown boots and black cloak. In lieu of plate armor, Mortimer frequently wears a boiled leather cuirass and arm guards beneath his tunic to give an appearance of being unguarded. The arms of his house, which are barely distinguishable amidst the dents, scratches, and embedded arrowheads of his shield, are a triquetra of three black eels atop an olive field, encircling a red eye.
[ ⚔ ]History
Ser Mortimer's life, for a man born in a cold, desolate swamp, who has spent years of his life butchering men, has been surprisingly free of many woes. The eldest of seven children from a banner house in the neck, Mortimer was knighted at twenty-one after unintentionally saving the life of George Manderly at The Battle of Pitcairn Peak, where a group of peasants had began to revolt. Not knowing the first thing about knighthood, Mortimer has simply continued killing throughout the North, travelling by way of mule from keep to keep, asking the local lords if they have men who need to be slain, tavern-goers talking of contention and rebellion that need laying in line, or escaped fugitives they need apprehended. Rarely has he been turned away for his work.
[ ⚔ ]Family Tree
Father - Lord Boris Boggs, 67
Mother - Lady Amelie Boggs, 60
Sister - Sylvain Boggs, 35
Brother - Terrance Boggs, 34
Brother - Philip Boggs, 31
Sister - Agatha Boggs, 24
Sister - Sophitia Boggs, 19
Brother - Malcolm Boggs, 13
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