Matt Ostrya - One Man Rep of Halflings

    

Name: Matt Ostrya
Race: Halfling (Bloodskin father, Pasumian mother)
Class: Scout, Thief
Rank: Rank 1, Overt
Age: 26_DOB April 1
Gender: Male
Patron Deity: N/A

Stats

Ski - 8
Spd – 14 (doubled to 28 when he is not in the sight of his enemy)
Str - 7
Def - 5
Mag - 6
Res - 6
Con - 6

Weapons

2x Dagger (Small melee), Throwing Knife (Small ranged)

Magic

Psyche, Intuition
Psyche, Invisibility & Silence

Background Information

Physical

Height: 6’8” , Weight: 184lbs
Three necklaces, each bead a separate necklace (two black beads and one white bead)
Dark red hair, light tan, black (where the white part of your eye is) with white pupils, pointy ears
His body bears many scars from the hard life he lived and continues to live
Leather boots and glove for armour; his arm stump also has a leather wrapping around it inside the sleeve with the mechanic prosthetic on top
His metal prosthetic arm is crudely made and a mere substitute until he can afford a better arm. This arm was made by Midnight and is a gift from the cat Shi’nara. At the moment, he needs to oil the joints of his ‘fingers’ in order to reposition them. At the very least, he could use it as a shield or to block a close-range attack.

Personality

Matt is openly cheery, good-humoured and sly. He seems to know a little of everything, but isn’t willing to share much of anything. He is sarcastic when wit calls him to be and enjoys being on his toes in conversation. Most would describe him to be a roguish gentleman, as his mischievous nature matches well with his habit of lying sincerely. Whatever help to be gained from him though, would need to be paid in the form of gold.

In the few private moments he has to himself: he is more melancholy and solemn. To those who are more than acquaintances to him; he has a more reserved opinion and keeps more secrets to himself than most are accustomed to. He has a more cynical attitude towards the life he lives, and is slowly losing his cautious nature, being sloppy in his work and attitude.

Likes/Talents/Hobbies

Nova Ostrya _{”Know that I will always love you…”}
+ Musical strings
+ Self-assured people
+ Good piety
+ Peace

Pickpocketing people
Stealthily sneaking around and stalking targets/people
Finding out what he wants to know

* Enjoys collecting a little trinket from everyone he meets, be it a little secret or a physical item
* He enjoys reading scrolls of any sort, though he has no time or will to commit to this hobby
* He would like to learn the magic of shifting his body into that of a falcon’s
* Having information that anyone may need

Dislikes/Weaknesses

- People fearing others for what they are; stigmatism
- All bark and no bite people
- Mindless followers of any deity
- Loud banging noises and chaos
- Squirmy people, useless
- Dying alone but that happened so...
- Nova’s death _{(has happened, he is grieving)}
- Seeing others attacked while being unable to help
- Watching friends/family die

His fighting style is compromised because he needs to adjust to a new way of balancing himself
Fire burns quite heavily, he has a fear of it

History

Born as a Halfling and raised (mainly) by a Pasumian mother, in the kingdom of Levention on the shoreline of the Ocean of Speir; Matt never really minded his father being mainly absent in his life. If his grandparents had anything to say anything to say about it: they made sure he knew what they thought. His Pasumian cousins were clearly more favoured than himself; he’d get glares from everyone in the community; other children would either avoid him or bully him; the list went on about being stigmatized. His mother was a handy fisherwoman, but no one would willingly buy fish from the mother of a Halfling. Her competitors eagerly bought her wares for less than a third of its value: money is money.

Mark did visit on occasion, having work as a traveling mercenary in a small guild. How he was not strangled with Yelena’s fishing gear upon every return remains a great mystery to most; for the young Halfling, he knew quite well that his wonderful parents were in this wonderful thing called “romantic love”—and so swore to have such a marital happiness of his own with a girl in his own future. The opportunity came when, at the age of thirteen, he accepted an offer from his father to join his guild on “adventures” as a full-time mercenary. His mother let him do as he pleased, as he was “old enough to make his own decisions”. After five years, he separated from the group and went on to travel by himself.

He set off to traveling around the land to find a new place to call “home”. Being ambushed by highway bandits and left for dead, it was a tree Faelan that nursed him back to health. The Faelan Nova allowed him to leave once he was well healed and his wanderings then led him to the outskirts of Chyrston, where he lived in a rather run down place whenever he wished to ‘rest’. When he wasn’t resting, he’d be traveling the lands that allowed him passage. While on his travels, he helped a Shi’nara settle down in Chyrston after losing her mate; Midnight would later became a great friend and confident. She remains a confident young woman, and he had to admit that he did harbour certain feelings beyond that of mere friendship. However, the one he wedded was Nova a few years ago. There was no one he trusted or loved more than the selfless and kind Faelan who saw beyond his race.

They lived in relative peace up until she went missing. Nova was kidnapped and sacrificed by a cult that worshiped Isleen; they believed her death to be the final component of releasing their goddess from the realm where she was imprisoned. Finding his beloved too late, he would have been consumed with vengeance had the cult not been captured by Chyrston authorities. Of those among his friends who know, only he confides his grief willingly with Midnight.

Misc

Fighting style: Close-range so he can gut and cut, dealing major damage. He relies on his speed to avoid retaliating attacks or blocks. Of course, if he sneaks up on his target, that wouldn’t be needed… However, as he’s lost an arm and needs to readjust his fighting style due to balance issues (and the lack of using two daggers at the same time). He is mainly more defensive and is likely to use his magic in order to sneak up on his target, shift and kill the target quickly.
Freelance Informant / Spy - He breaks into noble houses and creeps around, looking or listening for scandalous information. Sometimes he gets lucky and sometimes not. As for information: he looks for the highest bidder and never reveals his informant, regardless if it was himself or someone else who had heard the news. He does pilfer some trinkets from the houses he frequents though.
He is handsome by halfling standards, supposedly because his father is a Bloodskin and we all know what they say about Bloodskins
Family:
_{Mark Ostrya (father), Desmond Ostrya (grandfather), Ursula Ostrya (grandmother), Erik Ostrya (uncle), Oskar Skirn (grandfather), Megan Skirn (grandmother), Yelena Skirn (mother), Mike Skirn (uncle), Evelyn Skirn (aunt), Scott Skirn (cousin), Olga Skirn (cousin), Aznett (half-brother) and Raine Ostrya (adopted daughter)}
Friends:
_{Osmond, Daisy and Rex Sacaebus; Leila Alnus; Elfinn Quercusur; Nino Zantho; Ninian Spinos; and Alcaeus Bucus (Tree Rings)
Midnight, cat Shi'nara – I think she’s starting to tolerate my presence, after we’ve worked together in a few trials and I’ve gotten on her business side.
Nova Ostrya, woods Faelen – My beloved…I will never forget you
Aznett, BloodSkin – I thought I lost my twin somewhere.
Nena, Woods Faelen – I am her third adoptive father, no questions asked.}

Preferred RP Style

Form: Skype (note me for skype name), notes, comments
Technique: Paragraph or script, will do page if requested (and I’m not particularly busy)

Example: Sitting crosslegged on the grassy plain, Matt let out a breath before laying on his back and staring up into the cloudless sky. The heavens were washes of orange, red and yellows; yet he felt no joy in the coming sunset. Not even as the warmth of the sun’s rays began to leave, had he felt. He was already cold, from the tip of his ears to the tips of his toes: he was cold. And he wasn’t sure how long he’d stay cold, in want of his deceased wife.

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