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BASIC INFORMATION
- Given Name : Madoc Parnell
- Age : 34
- Race : Au Ra, Xaela
- Current Residence : Coerthas/Dravania
- Occupation : Mercenary, co-leader of Solaris Edge
- Marital Status : Single, Noncommittal
- Weapon of Choice : Two-handed Weapons
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- Birth Name : Madoc [Surname Unknown]
- Nameday : 28th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon
- Tribe : Unknown
- Birthplace : Western Steppes
- Family : Unknown
- Guardian : The Dusk Mother
- Alignment : Chaotic Neutral
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APPEARANCE
- Being a towering Xaela with rich ebony hair, matching black eyes and horns, and a barbed, whipping tail, Madoc had grown quite used to being associated with demons by those who knew little of his race. In fact, he seemed to relish in the stories that whirled around him. That is, before the Au Ra immigrants started pouring in.
- A good 3-4 ilms of Madoc's left horn is broken in the front and back, harmful to his pride at the time, but now convenient that he can see better out that side. Scars of all types and lengths litter his body, and he'd be happy to share the tale of each one.
- Whether by confidence or cockiness, he rarely wears proper armor to battle. If no shirt at all, he can otherwise be seen wearing cloth or leather armor with only plate on his arms or legs. Perhaps he seeks to intimidate by showing his scars and scales. Or perhaps he is simply averse to clothes.
PERSONALITY
- Typically found in taverns or lazying about, it's easy to see Madoc as an easy-going, laid back guy at first. And he is. He loves interesting stories and meeting interesting people, and he is quite comfortable walking straight up and striking a conversation. The company of women is even moreso welcomed, with his wandering eyes and cocky little smirk.
- On the battlefield, Madoc revels in the adrenaline of a good fight, often taunting enemies or boosting the morale of others. Even if wounded, he'll seem to be enjoying himself. There's a light-heartedness to him, almost as if he was playing a sport and not murdering
people legitimate monsters.
- There is a serious side to him, especially when it comes to business and loyalty. Despite his questionable trade, he is surprisingly true to his word. His loyalty can be bought, for good or ill, and he will remain so until the job is done. Unless, of course, this puts him in a compromising position. He doesn't like being tricked or trapped, and this is the quickest way to kindle his anger.
BACKGROUND
- Madoc remembers living in the Steppes as a small child. He remembers being surrounded by a warm Xaela tribe. He remembers fire, and war, and the crackling of branches. Boarding a small vessel and spending weeks at sea. Xaela bodies being sent overboard, dead and rotting with disease. The feel of land beneath his feet, and being traded from one pair of hands to the next, moving and running and surviving.
- Living on his own, he remembers dark nights and cold shoulders. 'Demon child' the blurred faces said. He remembers starting to believe them, and the rebellion that burned through his veins in bitterness.
- Then, he remembered a face. A thick beard with matching brows and a smile that was both gentle but callous, extending a hand that showed the same. 'Mercenaries,' Madoc remembers him saying, 'are simply demons without horns.' Madoc took the hand, and his training as a sellsword began.
PLAYER RELATIONSHIPS
- ● Istellia Montagne: 'Boss'. Co-leader of Solaris Edge. Her stringent personality is a good balance to Madoc's laissez-faire.
- ● Lu (Lulupi): 'Sleepy'. Mercenary hired under Solaris Edge. A curious little Miqo'te with a differing personality.
- ● Temame Kajiya: 'Bean'. Mercenary hired under Solaris Edge. Tiny Au Ra, big gun, bigger explosions.
NPC RELATIONSHIPS
- ● Stanton: 'Piece of shite'. Attacked the mercs of Solaris Edge and managed to get away with it. What a dick.
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