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-Name: Murdoch Guinne
-Age: 22
-Personality: Charismatic and cock-sure, he has an air of slight arrogance about him, and he is very light on his feet and his tongue both. Despite this, though, he generally keeps to himself, avoiding large groups of people.
-Build: He is of slender build, the muscles he does have being solid and well toned. He isn’t, however, massive and instead has a relatively thin waist, slightly broad shoulders and a generally wiry quality to his limbs.
-Gender: Male
-Son of: Loki, but he allows everyone to believe that he is a Son of Hermes and as yet unclaimed.
-Appearance: Black hair hangs about halfway down his head in a part-ordered, part-straggled arrangement, hair also hanging as a fringe on his forehead. His features are rough and worn, having spent not only most of his teens, but also his entire childhood living it rough in the frozen wastes of Russia. He doesn’t have a Russian accent, though, having stayed away from populated areas. He isn’t unpleasant-looking, if you like the rugged look, and his chin is slightly squared. His skin has begun to darken a little after a few years in warmer climate, although it’s still pale.
-Weapons: Murdoch wields one of two weapons in combat; the first is a quarterstaff with a blade at one end and an iron counterbalance at the other, which he can use with deadly agility and skill. The blade is black Stygian Iron, and has a silver runic design on it, running down the blades back edge and ending at the point. The runes on it say “By the Edge of Darkness, all shall decay.” The blade also has, around the runes, a series of small silver wolves. He also wields an Olympian steel longsword, easily wielded in either one or two hands. It has a small length of blunt blade above the crossguard, along with two hooks protecting it from other blades, but the blade is not weakened by this; it is made to be strong and sturdy. The crossguard branches out from a double-sided, three dimensional Wolfs head with ruby eyes, from whose open, roaring mouth the arms of the guard sprout. The hilt is simple black leather, and the pommel is a carved marble snarling wolf. The blade itself is simple enough, save for a pattern of tribal flowing designs running down the blade. He can also summon a simple shield with the emblem of a large white wolf emblazoned in the centre, within the shining grey rim, but he rarely does so; it’s for emergencies only. He can summon and dispel the weapons as he chooses, in the blink of an eye.
-Normal Clothing: He spends his days in simple black jeans and T-shirt, with a leather trench-coat that reaches down to his ankles. His high black boots reach underneath his jeans, and are- surprisingly- silent completely silent.
-Battlegear: In battle, he can summon a suit of armour made entirely of boiled leather and thin steel plates. His Jerkin is made entirely of boiled leather, giving him not only a manageable amount of warmth but also a lot more mobility and speed than chainmail. His Pauldrons are small plates of steel that are fixed by hinges to his Jerkin, and a similar method is used to attach his steel vambraces. His greaves are a similar material, also fixed to his boiled leather breeches, and only a thin layer of metal that runs upright around his collar protects his neck from glancing blows. If he requires a helmet, he can summon one of hardened steel. Although as thin as the rest of his armour, and just as light, it is remarkably tough, having been forged in the fires of Volundr’s forges (the --Norse Smith God). The helmet is a full-head one, but without a visor, allowing a full field of vision. The helmet is conical in shape, the top squared off as if the point had been chopped off, and a pair of small horns sprout from where the ears are on the inside of the helmet, the horns reaching only a little taller than the top of the helmet. The horns are made of a dull golden iron, and the base of the horns have a small hole in them which leads to a hole in the helmet where the ears are, so he can hear easier. [Yes, I know the Horns on a Viking helmet are myth, but it just looks cool]. He rarely uses this helmet, though. The helmet itself is black, much like the boiled leather Jerkin- which also has small metal semispheres embedded on it- and the breeches. The Jerkin also has a slightly raised, textured silver snarling wolf on the chest, only about the size of his fist, and the mane runs to the pauldrons and sides. Despite this, the Jerkin remains extremely light. The Pauldrons are a dark green with a tribal-designed running wolf pasted on each one. The Vambraces and Greaves are also a dark, dark green- almost black- with silver trimming. His armoured boots are also black.
-Abilities: As well as being a deadly combatant with both staff and blade, able to dance around most combatants in his significantly lighter and more flexible armour, he is also a master of illusionary “magic”. He can summon and dispel any of his equipment he wishes, and can even teleport short distances. His mastery of illusionary magic allows him to do anything from making himself invisible to shapeshifting to even creating entirely false surroundings or creatures. He can even make the creatures ‘feel’ real, allowing for a quick distraction should he need to escape.
-Background: He spent most of his childhood and teenage years wandering the frozen wastes of Russia, surviving on his wit, resourcefulness and independence. Not much of his earliest life is known, or where his parents went to leave him alone as young as eight, and he has never been particularly forthcoming. Chiron found him whilst retrieving a Son of Hephaestus from Stalingrad, and almost forced Murdoch to accompany him to Camp Halfblood, where- when no God claimed him- he was placed into the Hermes House.
And…that’s about it, I believe.