Mathis Majister Mejeure

Biographical information

Birthplace Born Died Age 34 Home Elbion Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'2" Mass 183 lbs. Hair color Brown Eye color Brown Skin color Fair

Political information

Affiliation(s) Once nobility, now outlaw Occupation Raider/Freelancer Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer VigiloConfido Created on Avatar Reiner from Fell Seal: Arbiter's Mark

* Short, well-groomed brown hair, trimmed thin beard, brown eyes, fair skin, 6'2"

* Usually wears a knee-length tan overcoat, charcoal-black doublet and pants, brown leather gloves and boots.

* Usually armed with a rapier.

Fencer: The combat form of the sophisticated gentleman, or so he had been told. Majister trained extensively within the circles of nobility in primarily Elbion but also Alliria, under the guidance of well-paid swordmasters. This, in all the service of hollow glorification in dueling tournaments where nothing of real value was at stake. Things have changed.

Raiders: Majister is often accompanied by a cohort of fellow raiders, fugitives, outlaws, and whomever he has convinced to join him. There's always people who want the same thing as you. Even if they don't know it yet.

Minor Illusion Magic: Noble parties are a bore, full of stifling formality. Despite his family's disapproval, Majister learned some minor cantrips and spells of illusion magic. Parlor tricks, of little to no use in battle. But the magic he learned did make for some entertainment, did it not?

* Articulate. Speaks fast and fluidly, and likes to ensure that he is the loudest voice in the room. Makes plenty of gestures and flourishes when he talks, accentuates this point and that point, all in the manner of an animated stage performance.

* Very affable. Always assumes familiarity.

* Prefers talk to force.

* A master of concealing his true emotions.

* Has a sense of adventure that languished for years in the safe confines of noble city life.

* Has come to vigorously enjoy loot and the act of looting itself. Where once everything was given, it is both extremely liberating and satisfying to him to take. To garner wealth not by virtue of his birth, but by his force of will enacted upon the world.

+ Goes by his middle name purely because of the sound of it.

+ Good with numbers. Memorizing and reciting them. On the spot math.

+ Enjoys slow dancing.

+ Believes everyone has a put-on act, some better than others.

Darla
Krull
Hillby
Padre
Mack (McEnany)

"Hello there! Good to see you, good to see you. Huh hah! It's been quite a long time hasn't it? I'd inquire as to whether or not you've encountered anyone else as devilish handsome as myself but I think we both know the answer to that, now don't we? But that's quite enough about me, why, we've yet to talk about you, my fine fellow, yes, of course! Right this way, have a seat why don't you, make yourself as comfortable as you please. There's a bright future ahead for both of us and it's my absolute pleasure to share the good news with you! Ha, ha! You and I are sure to have a grand time and let me tell you how!"

"Now listen close, my fine fellow, listen close..."

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