Ser Mortimer Fenn
[ ⚔ ]House
House Fenn of The Black Fen
[ ⚔ ]Reputation
Ser Mortimer is everything one would expect of a knighted bog-devil; He is crude, cold, and thoroughly dishonorable. Not particularly well-liked for a knight, Ser Mortimer has spent the last decade splitting the skulls that Lord Corbray deemed fit to be split open. Having been knighted for his assistance in quelling a rebellion of Northern peasantry, Mortimer has always known only the first, most basic tenet of knighthood -- to kill your opponent before they can kill you.
Ser Fenn is a famously poor bet for seemingly every type of tournament, having proved his inability to hit a target with an arrow, hold a note, complete a game of chess, or hold up a lance on the back of a horse for long enough to joust. As Mortimer was never a squire or page, skills such as horsemanship and literacy have escaped Mortimer's bony-fingered grasp. That being said, his skill in the fields his people are known for, such as poisons and ambush tactics, have kept his employment under Lord Corbray for over a decade.
He is known to knights and smallfolk of the Vale as "Ser Mortimer of The Black Ass", a monicker that to some, references his steed Ojo, a black long-eared donkey, and to others, his controversial killing of Ser Edgard Payne, a well-liked knight, during a trial by combat where Mortimer had championed for a Western noblewoman accused of laying with one of her stableboys. After Edgard had embedded his greatsword -- which had been affixed to his gauntlets in preparation for the duel -- into the trunk of a thick tree, Mortimer simply placed a lit torch into the back of his ill-fitting tasset, burning Edgard to death.
Ser Fenn is a famously poor bet for seemingly every type of tournament, having proved his inability to hit a target with an arrow, hold a note, complete a game of chess, or hold up a lance on the back of a horse for long enough to joust. As Mortimer was never a squire or page, skills such as horsemanship and literacy have escaped Mortimer's bony-fingered grasp. That being said, his skill in the fields his people are known for, such as poisons and ambush tactics, have kept his employment under Lord Corbray for over a decade.
He is known to knights and smallfolk of the Vale as "Ser Mortimer of The Black Ass", a monicker that to some, references his steed Ojo, a black long-eared donkey, and to others, his controversial killing of Ser Edgard Payne, a well-liked knight, during a trial by combat where Mortimer had championed for a Western noblewoman accused of laying with one of her stableboys. After Edgard had embedded his greatsword -- which had been affixed to his gauntlets in preparation for the duel -- into the trunk of a thick tree, Mortimer simply placed a lit torch into the back of his ill-fitting tasset, burning Edgard to death.
[ ⚔ ]Appearance
Mortimer is lithe and sharp-featured, with an appearance not unlike a weasel or particularly hungry rat. His naked skin is splotchy and speckled where has has accidentally burned himself while mixing poisons, with an oddly pale hairlessness to his many scars. He wears a drab moss-green tunic and brown trousers to cover this speckled pale hairlessness, with a pair of dark brown boots and brown cloak. In lieu of plate armor, Mortimer frequently wears a boiled leather cuirass and arm guards beneath his tunic to give off the appearance of being unguarded. The arms of his house, which are barely distinguishable amidst the dents, scratches, and embedded arrowheads of his shield are three black lilypads.
[ ⚔ ]History
Ser Mortimer's life, for a man born in a cold, desolate swamp, who has spent years of his life butchering men, has been surprisingly free of many woes. The second-eldest of House Fenn's current line, Mortimer was knighted at twenty-one after unintentionally saving the life of George Manderly at The Battle of Pitcairn Peak, where a group of peasants had begun to revolt. Not knowing the first thing about knighthood, Mortimer simply continued killing for hire as he traveled southward until he came into the service of House Corbray at the age of twenty-six. Now a decade older, he has hardly become more pleasant with age.