Basic Information
Species: Human
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Class: Warrior
Appearance:Much like his armour Martin is beginning to shows of wear and tear, a relatively long life as first a knight and now a merenary has taken its toll and the wrinkles in his face are pointing more and more to a time soon coming when he will have to lay down his shield before he can lift it no more.
Curriculum Vitae
Specialisations: Weapon and Shield,
Champion,
ArcheryNotable Traits:A Lifetime Of War: Starting with the
Fereldan Rebellion, which occurred when he was only 12 years old, Martin has been fighting his whole life, as a page, a knight and a mercenary. He's gained a knack for not dying, simply by managing to always be in the right place at the wrong time in order to avoid enemy attacks, whether they be swords, arrows or flaming fireballs. While this knack rarely helps his colleagues it ensures Martin will almost certainly live to fight yet another day.
Sword, Bow and Shield: Learning early on that the true path to victory lies in being able to kill the other guy faster than he can kill you, Martin has honed his ability with a combination of weapons to ensure he's always able to damage his enemies, no matter how close or far they may be.
Bitter Determination: Martin's mind is a steel trap, sharp and tough and virtually impregnable. Spellcasters, daemons and mind altering chemicals have little effect on him allowing him to keep his wits sharper and clearer no matter how confusing things around him may get.
Master Strategist: Having seen almost everything the world, and beyond, can throw at him Martin has the foresight and wisdom to lead troops in even the strangest of encounters, and his allies would do well to heed his counsel when he chooses to give it.
Flaws:Old War Horse: Having lived a lifetime in battle Martin's beginning to feel his old age creeping up on him and he's fully aware that he's not as young as he used to be. Minor aches and pains from old wounds as well as his own decaying flesh all plague him, making him just that little bit slower than his younger companions. Not that that makes him any less fierce the fighter.
"I'm The Boss, No-one Else": For some reason he'd rather not talk about Martin hates to be under the command of others and in situations were he has to defer his command he'll always be resistant to the change in roles. He's the one who's fought his way up the ranks after all, and everyone else should respect that.
Dishonourable Past: When the chips are down the truth is that whatever Martin did in his past has led him to being a pariah to his own people. Exiled from Ferelden Martin can never return to the country of his birth, the country he has fought and bled for more times than he can count. And whatever you do, don't ask him about it.
Skills: Shield Wall,
Shield Bash,
Lunge and Slash,
Payback Strike,
Line in the Sand,
Walking Fortress,
To the Death,
Explosive Shot,
Full Draw and
Long ShotBackstory
Biography:Not much is known about Martin's past, other than the fact he has been fighting for most of it. Starting at the age of twelve Martin was one of the citizens of Ferelden who stood up to their Orlesian oppressors and drove the invaders out of their country. Soon after he was involved with a number of internecine conflicts between neighbouring Arls as the lords scrambled for territory, position and power. Rising up through the ranks he was taken on by a nobleman as his page, and eventually gained his knighthood.
During the
Fifth Blight Martin lead a cavalry detachment, riding between the villages fighting darkspawn wherever he could. During that time he had to end more than a few lives of his comrades as they felt to the Blight, struck down by the cursed blood of their enemies. Hardening himself he fought on and when the final push came he was there at Denerim to see the Archdemon fall to the spells of the Hero of Ferelden. Something changed in him after the Blight however and turning his back on his comrades Martin set out on his own, becoming a wandering mercenary for hire, taking coin where he could to fight in another's name.
When the
Mage-Templar War started business was good for Martin, and he made money on both sides. One week he'd be defending apostates fleeing their homes as they escaped into the wilds, the next week he'd be accompanying Chantry sisters to root out maleficar in the outlying villages. Soon his travels led him further and further west, leaving his former colleagues far behind. When the sky tore open and demons began terrorising the lands Martin continued on, fighting just as he'd always done.
Gathering together other disparate wanderers during that dark time Martin soon found himself working for the Inquisition, sent out into the wilds to hunt down breaches and report back on their locations for the higher ranking members of the Inquisition to deal with. As part of these during he ended up travelling far across Thedas, to the remotes of Orlais and the shores of Nevarra, never once looking back upon his old life as the battles led him further from home.
Now, with the immediate danger passed, the old warrior is once more seeking a path for his destiny, offering his services to the nobles of Nevarra as he seeks to travel even further out into the world.
Old and bitter, Martin has seen more things than any one man should have had to. After seeing friends, family and loved ones killed by everything from Orlesian soldiers to darkspawn to demons he's rapidly reaching the point of desperation. And yet, something keeps him fighting, a drive from within that tells him his fight is not yet done, and may not be done for some time to come.
Player’s long term goals:Martin is here for the long haul, keeping his party together and fighting until the very bitter end.
Relations:- Most of Martin's immediate family were killed during the Fereldan Rebellion, leaving him an orphan of war amidst the chaos of those dark days.
- The only woman Martin ever truly loved died in his arms after being infected with the Blight. The blade that killed her was his own.
- While holding the respect of the Inquisition, the general military of Ferelden dislike what they see as Martin's disloyalty at having deserted his post following the Battle of Denerim, choosing instead to become a sellsword.
- While Martin sees the Company as a surrogate family, he lacks the compassion to care for them any more-so than he did the troops under his command during the Fifth Blight, and should the time ever come when he needs to put them down, his blade will be just as swift as with any other foe.
Darkspawn Taint: The true reason Martin left his military position was that during the Fifth Blight he became infected with darkspawn blood. Unknown to him his body managed to purge the taint in the same way a Grey Warden's would, making him an unofficial Grey Warden with no training to the role. Not realising this fact Martin has gone to great lengths to hide the fact of his infection, and lives for the day his blood will turn against him, changing him into a ghoul.
