Martis

Information

Player: Aadora

Character Full Name: Martis Mortimere

Character In-Game Name: Martis

Nickname(s): Mart, Mort

Association(s): The Horde, The Forsaken

Race: Forsaken

Class: Shadow Gunner (( Hunter ingame and not a beastmaster in any way ))

Skills and Abilities: Martis is a gunner (Not a Beastmaster) who uses shadow in place of arcane to power his special shots. He usually uses two pistols but is skilled with all firearms.

Martis also has limited close combat skills with daggers in the case that an enemy were to get too close, but he is better off at a range or simply using his guns in close combat.

Age: 36 (26 before death)

Sex: Male

Hair: A grayed black leaving what's left as it was when he was dead, and simply combed down.

Eyes: Gold Lights in place of missing eyes.

Weight: 217 lbs

Height: 5'11"

Appearance

Martis usually wears dark clothing that covers his face in one way or another, and prefers robes to go with them. He will wear anything though really, as long as it is convenient for his activities. He designs his own gear to be able to hold his weapons in easily accessible places for him, and doesn't skip out on protection. Under the cloth of most of his robes he is armored in a layer of chain mail. Beyond that, he relies on staying at a range or killing his target before they can do too much damage. If all else fails he can be quite nimble, which his gear also allows for.

Other: His finger bones seem to have been filed into spikes, easily useable as a weapon.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral

Martis is a quiet and angry type of man. He looks at others as if they are not competent when compared to him, yet at the same time doubts his own abilities. He is very back and forth with his thoughts, feeling one way about something one moment and another the next.

He feels a strong bit of devotion to the Forsaken, feeling that they are the people from his life. They may look different and not share the same names, but they are the rightful owners to the land. He cares not for his being an undead as it is just his image, and it is not the image that make a man but the actions they take.

History

Martis spent most of his life in Lordaeron. The only time he was elsewhere was during the Second War, when the city was in great danger. Not wanting to take a chance at getting cornered inside of the city, a small group of the civilians moved out on their own. They moved far off into the wilderness and built a life for themselves there, sending scouts to check on the progress of the war. One of the families that left with them had a daughter named Lorsale. Martis and Lorsale grew close in their time outside the city, and it all taught Martis the meaning of hard work.

In the wilderness they had to hunt their own food, build their own shelter. They did it for the sake of their lives. As Lordaeron was in danger, they were hidden away. They had their own protections if any stray scouting groups got too close. They wouldn't risk a fight, instead choosing to stay hidden. Their shelters were built in caves and trees, being able to camouflage what they needed to, and stay out of the conflict all together.

When the danger had passed, the group moved back to the city. Martis was closer to his family than ever, seeing what they had gone through to keep him safe. He put what he had learned to work and learned his father's trade of the smith. He worked hard, and by time he was old enough to live on his own he had worked enough to own his own workshop and a small house of his own. But his work didn't stop there. He mastered the art and became a gunsmith. While he never did big jobs such as military orders, he did sometimes have soldiers coming to him for personal repairs or modifications. Some just liked personality over professionalism.

Lorsale had never left his life, and their friendship had long since turned to more. Martis worked hard to afford what he needed for their life. A ring to start, and then everything after. He needed to be able to afford a good home and keep a good line of work for himself. He kept thinking about his family, all they did for him when he was unable to fend for himself as a child. He wanted to do the same for her now.

Finally the time had come that all had been prepared. His finances were in order, his home was able to support two, and his smithing was on a good path. He bought a diamond ring from a traveling salesman and offered it to Lorsale. She accepted, and the two were to be married. That's all there was to it. It was your average love story, with your average tragic ending.

When the wedding was to be held, the city was overrun by the Scourge. They tried to run, but in the chaos they were separated. Martis was not able to stay with his family, and could not find Lorsale. He was forced out of the city, running as far as he could to get away. He could only hope that everyone was okay, even though in his mind he knew what had happened to them all. He was chased by the Scourge. A skeletal soldier or two pursued him. Certainly they weren't going to allow much to give chase to a single man. He didn't make it but a few miles, before an arrow ended his escape. He managed to crawl into a nearby ditch, and hide himself as they passed by.

He stayed there, the arrow too deep to remove himself. It seemed like a day or two before somebody found him. He was too far gone by that point, not even able to tell who it was. They were not Scourge, and they took him somewhere safe. But safety was beyond comforting him. His last thoughts were of the slaughter, and the separation that happened. He prayed to the light that at least, Lorsale had made it out. But it seemed the light had abandoned him, as his wound left him dead. He was buried in a small grave of his own, given herbs to keep his body preserved. But they only lasted so long, and before his rise he did not escape the rot of death completely.

He was not found by the Scourge, and so he remained buried. Lorsale rose without him, and faced the challenges of death alone. From Scourge, to Forsaken she had a new life in undeath. But it was cut short due to a curse from an unknown source. She carried her ring until she met true death, hoping that he would someday turn up. With Lorsale fallen, it is finally Martis' time as his grave was discovered and his body dug up to be raised by the Val'kyr.

He still carries his hate and desire for vengeance with him, even as the time of the scourge passes his enemy is clear.