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Martigan is a huge, hulking brute with long black hair with several thin braids woven in it. Is very loud and brash and will not hesitate to challenge any who seem worthy to a duel, usually for drinks. Dresses in studded leather armor that fairly drips with weapons. |
Martigan was the illegitimate son of a gypsy woman looking for a quick gold piece and a drunken carnival strongman who found himself buck naked and strapped to the hind end of a circus elephant the next morning. Martigan traveled the world with his mother for much of his early life, learning
pickpocketing and other forms of petty thievery. Learned early on that most other people don't care too much for gypsies and learned the hard way how to defend himself, and later, how to slit a few throats to pull off some higher-paying thefts. Left with his mother's blessing and a kick in the pants when he decided to apprentice himself to the first Weapons Master he encountered. After months of wandering in the wilderness, he happened upon the legendary Garet Jax meditating in a forest. Ten seconds, two broken legs, a black eye, and a punctured lung later Martigan knew he had found his Master. Several days and several dozen beatings later, Jax realized simple pain was
not going to dissuade this pest from leaving him in solitude. He apprenticed the young Martigan and put him through the most hellish training program imaginable. Martigan loved every waking moment of it. He absorbed every lesson
like it was the very food that sustained his existence. he learned to use every weapon like an extension of his own body, but discovered a latent talent for the sword, which even Jax grudgingly admitted was impressive. Martigan focused all his energy on swordplay, learning every offensive and defensive strategy ever invented. One fine day Martigan decided he'd learned enough and set out to test
himself in battle. Jax still had only taught him the least of what he knew, but was relieved to get the annoying youngster out of his hair. Martigan won every single battle he came upon, and soon became restless and bored with his lack of challenge. They say idle hands are the Dark Lord's workshop, and Martigan's were no exception. He soon found that merely being good with a sword didn't put food in the belly, and discovered two other latent talents: wenching and drinking. Martigan took to hiring himself out as muscle to local taverns and is currently settled in Grimpen Ward as a bouncer. |
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