Name: Catskull Maclung
Age: 33
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 246 pounds
Boxing Reach: 80.0 in
Race: Human
Dominant Hand: Left
Weapons and Equipment-
*A Damascus steel Dane sword with the following specifications-
Overall length: 58" (147 cm)
Blade length: 42" (106.7 cm)
Blade width at base: 1.4" (3.5 cm)
Weight: 4 lbs 10 oz (2.1 kg)
*A Scottish backsword with the following specifications-
Overall length: 40"
Blade Length: 33"
Weight: 3lbs, 2 oz
Blade Width: 32.6mm
*A 16" X 16" five pound targe buckler strapped to his right forearm with five 5" spikes. There's a gap on the side of the shield to allow full range of motion for his wrist.
*A rope tied about his waist just below a leather belt.
*A stiletto with an eight inch blade in an oiled sheath strapped to the inside of his targe.
*A black steel Norman helmet fitted firmly to his head.
*Steel plating inside the knuckles of his leather gloves, inside his boots, and over his knees.
*Beneath his robes is a full layer of steel scale armor with another layer of pleated leather beneath. His full armor kit weighs in at a total of 24 pounds.
Appearance- Catskull is a large, pale-skinned man with rugged, imposing angular facial features and a black bowl cut framing dull yellow eyes. He's of a powerful, sturdy, and lithe build.
Personality- Sometimes good guys don't wear white. Catskull is not a nice man, nor a reasonable man, nor a sane man. He prides himself predominantly on his status, as a cultured and educated noble with nerves of steel. He values class and social standing, is well-spoken, and stays far, far away from those he deems to be 'peasants'. He comes off as cold-hearted, and that's because he is. He generally sticks to what's legal and doesn't antagonize those who stay out of his way, and if he sees someone in need of help, he'll help them if he likes them. On the flipside, he has no mercy for those who cross him.
Catskull has a dark sense of humor, and he's fond of making light (or dark) of any situation no matter how grim or whimsical. He seems to suffer from an inability to take anything seriously except petty grievances, which inexplicably drive him up a wall, especially when 'peasants' touch him. He's immensely selfish, and never shares unless it's a matter of life or death, or loss of limb. The dedication he has to the purpose of restoring his family's name and wealth is unbreakable.
Background- There existed a clan of nobles known as the Maclungs, lead by the evil sorcerer Malimore Maclung. Malimore, unbeknownst to his clan, had been slowly siphoning the life from his own kin to extend his own. When a Maclung's life force inevitably dwindled, they'd 'run out of luck', dooming them and their bloodline to a life of fatal misfortune. Every Maclung, cruel in their own right due to their lack of a spirit and conscience, died before the age of thirty. There have only ever been two exceptions. The dark wizard Suliss Maclung, the chosen pupil and future successor to Malimore, and Catskull Maclung who was spared his soul. He was the only one Malimore allowed to remain whole due to the old sorcerer's need for a competent bodyguard, unplagued by bad luck and a short life expectancy.
Malimore had Catskull trained in the ancient arts of man and beast slaying, and had the many of the most fearsome warriors in the world teach him the ways of combat. He mastered the versatile Dane sword in conjunction with a targe, his already diabolical strength amplified by the weight of the targe to such an extend that he can halfway separate a man from collar to pelvis with a horse cut. He's a master swordsman and a formidable athlete, able to dart in and out of combat and seamlessly flow between stances and guards, a mobile threshing machine. He learned to use his blade as well as his body, and his body as well as his blade.
Uncommon for his time, he stretches every day as a part of his training and has the flexibility of a martial artist.
Catskull could have grown into a truly decent fellow if his uncle hadn't been so vile. Good or bad he was intent on being his own man, not the lackey of an old monster. He eventually ditched Malimore and fled to new lands, seeking to establish his own house of nobility to recreate the Maclung bloodline properly. Once he has resurrected the House Maclung, he intends to fulfill his oath to slay his wicked uncle and brother and end the bloodline curse of the Maclungs for good.
Until then he wanders, seeking fortune, fame, and worthy adversaries with whom he may hone his skills.
Stats- Catskull can bench 350, squat 525, and run 17 MPH while wearing his kit.
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