Murtagh

Height: 6'2
Profession: Bounty Hunter

Early Life:
Murtagh grew within a very poor environment for the first 12 years of his life, both financially and physically. In his early life, he found solace among all the poverty around him in his mother’s arms, but he often fled at the sight of his drunken father. Murtagh’s “dear ‘ol dad” was a very violent man, even without alcohol flooding his system. He would often beat his own wife in front of his son just to show who was the decision maker in the family, if it could even be considered that. However, Murtagh’s mother showed her son the utmost love and care with what she had and always put her child first. Murtagh felt safe around her. This was the cycle of Murtagh’s life up just after his 12th birthday until his father sold his mother into slavery to feed his gambling addiction and alcoholism. That was where the young demented boy snapped. He snuck into his father’s room and stabbed the man 17 times in his back before he was satisfied. By the time the town guard’s found the corpse, Murtagh had been long gone.

Apprenticeship: Murtagh remained on the run for 2 years following the murder of his father, jumping from place to place until he ran into this stubborn old man. As it turned out, this “stubborn old man” was one of the most adept wizards in all the land, and he had been looking for Murtagh. As things turned out, Murtagh’s mother was a witch that had been on the run most of her life, seeking freedom from persecution. She had escaped for a while, but eventually she had been found and sold from Murtagh’s lowlife father. The wizard revealed that he had been looking for Murtagh in order to fill his mother’s last order of her will, to teach her son the ways of magic.

The wizard happily obliged, and became Murtagh’s mentor, teaching him all he knew. Murtagh grew to know in many forms of magic, but the young mage excelled in dark magic, a very rare and powerful magic even among even the most adept mages. Despite his apprentice working best within dark realms of Magic, the teacher did not intervene and instead left it to the student to make the decision of what kind of they wanted to live. The apprentice mage was satisfied with his life all the way until his mentor finally died of natural causes. Murtagh mourned the man, and as a testimony of respect, he encased his tomb in crystal.

(As of right now, Murtagh sticks mostly to fire based magic, reserving his dark magic for tougher targets.)

The Blade:
In his travels as a bounty hunter, he came across a contract to hunt down a leader of a bandit group that was holed up in an ancient temple of the precursors. Seeing this only as a chance to make coin, the young Mage accepted the contract and set off to find the bandit leader.

The temple the bandits had chose to fortify themselves in wasn't very well hidden, but it had one hell of a defense perimeter. Murtagh decided to play this contract safe and sneak instead of fight, but inside, he found more than he bargained for. The bandit leader himself wasn't much of a challenge and fell before Murtagh’s feet quicker than some of his counterparts, but there was something strange inside that temple and Murtagh’s curiosity wouldn't let him leave until he found out.The deeper he ventured, the stronger a longing in his heart began to surface. It was the strangest thing Murtagh had ever felt, and it only strengthened his resolve until he found the source.

Atop an alter in the center of the room was a single object, a dagger. It was jagged in shape, as black as night and what seemed to be glowing red ember from the center of them blade. Even though the dagger had a shape that looked as if it would cut you if you touched it, it had a strange elegance to it. As Murtagh approached it, he felt a voice echo in his head.

“Join me… feel my love… feel my embrace.” A powerful feminine voice called out to him.

Murtagh approached the weapon, completely enthralled by its promises and soft melodies, but as he touched it, a great pain erupted in his chest. The blade had bound itself to him, taking a part of the mage's soul and tying it to the blade so that neither of them could ever be separated. Murtagh was uneasy at first, but as he and the blade worked in sync, he began to notice his skills slowly honing to that of superhuman speed and dexterity with the blade. For the first time in a long time, Murtagh found solace in his relationship with the blade, he knew it and it knew him all the way down to his core.

Personality:
Despite his upbringing, Murtagh is a fairly self-confident character, though he doesn't openly flaunt it about. He keeps a calm, composed demeanor most the time, only breaking it in the most tense of situations. Murtagh's favorite way to approach things is through mind games and word play. He finds it more interesting to speak to his targets and trick them rather than just feed them to his dagger. The dagger finds great enjoyment in it too, often giggling to herself watching Murtagh work.

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Currently looking for/RP ideas:

-A motherly figure for Murtagh, seeing as he lost his mother, he hold a silent longing for the feeling again
-A rival bounty hunter
-An utterly insane, powerful target for the bounty hunter
-An extremely illusive target that turns to from being hunted to hunter
-Mentor figure, one that could educate Murtagh in a few unique forms of combat or special techniques.



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Notable Encouters
-Met Vianna_Shadowscale while hunting her... not a bad person. (bounty forfeited)
-Found a stray ewe starving to death, took it home, killed wolves hunting it
-Fulfilled contract hunting down cultist, encountered rival bounty hunter seeking the same bounty. I won... but I'm sure we'll meet again.
-Met a strange girl at an apothecary store... even stranger night.

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Liked: Esper, Black_Dragoness
Disliked:
Friends: Beatrix_Rumblehorn, Vianna_Shadowscale
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Rivals:Synyster