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Description

[The Physical]

Name: Matzul (or just Mat)
Age: Allegedly 273
Sex or What can be determined: Male
Species: Demonic embodiment of famine
Appearance: As one might expect for the living embodiment of starvation Matzul is intensely skinny, ribs clearly visible through even most of his shirts and with a build sometimes so slight one might expect him to keel over any minute. His height only accentuates how thin he is with his deathly pale complexion making him often look like a lanky skeleton. His face can often be gaunt but is not without its attraction; youthful and could even be considered handsome though his numerous, needle-like teeth are disconcerting to say the least. Mat's short black hair is messily spiked with some brand of demonic hair gel but aside form this is devoid of hair bodily or otherwise, often wearing surprizingly contemporary clothes compared to the other horsemen. He has dirty black cargo pants held up by a pair of white suspenders over a tight fitting, light grey T-shirt. Matzul wears always cream coloured converses often splattered with blood and has close fitting leather braces on his forearms and covering the backs of his hands, small metal spikes scattered across them with his overall look somehow working.

Height: Roughly 6 feet tall
Weight: 15 pounds (on a good day)
Eye color: Completely white
Skin color: Pale white
Build: Emaciated
Other physical traits: Food and drink becomes stale or otherwise unwholesome in his presence. Food turns to ash and liquids evaporate upon touch with any living thing in the general vicinity feeling their hunger become suddenly ravenous. Whilst normally his movements appear weak and his body fragile he is known to have sudden bursts of great agility and speed in battle as well as physical wounds being greeted with little more than annoyance. Matzul also has a diffident Irish accent which often seems peculiar.

Personality

Attitude towards others: Physically Matzul seems unfit to challenge a feather to a duel, generally resorting to violence only when absolutely necessary however he is very insulting towards others at any opportunity as long as it's funny. He tends to be less than cheerful in his encounters with others as well, somewhat bitter and pessimistic. In a strange way he is friendly though and probably the most approachable of the horsemen
Habits/Tendencies: Matzul has a tendency to be a smart ass and with justification, quite intelligent and usually funny if only to himself. If there is an opportunity to make a joke he will take it without exception whether it is appropriate or not for the situation. Most often his humour is dry and laconic or extravagant and long-winded but rarely at any preferable point between the two. Unfortunately he also happens to be a bit of a negative Nancy, always the first to point out a flaw in a plan or the worst part of a situation. Mat is a technical pacifist too, usually trying to find a non-violent way of solving his problems though the fact that he destroys all available food in the area by his presence doesn't exactly help win people over. For some reason he is fond of humans and appears to be less fond of himself due to his effect on them.
Strengths: Intelligence/wit, agility and (surprizingly) endurance.
Weaknesses: Physical strength, pessimism and pretzels.
Fears: Fat people.
Favorite pastime: Playing music and annoying Lexx.
Religious Beliefs: Pastafarian (or so he claims...)
Other quirky personality traits or disorders: He likes to come up with highly improbable, over complicated and generally ridiculous explanations for things for the fun of it. Mat's eyes also tend to twitch a lot when excited which can seem a little worrying at times.

Equipment

[The Heavy Metal]

Weapons: A large, rusted iron spear almost taller than Matzul with a well sharpened and fairly broad head that doesn't appear to get as much use as you'd suspect for one of the horsemen of the apocalypse. He calls it 'Bodkin'.
Attire: Black cargo pants, leather spiked belt and braces, white suspenders, cream coloured converse shoes and an old grey shirt.
Items: A bag of pretzels filled with ash and a harmonica.
Mount: Matzul rides a pale horse seemingly made of nothing but bones and a thick, grey mist. It's eyes glow with bright white light and can evaporate or coalesce at its hellish rider's command. It's presence is unnerving at the best of times and it seems to leave an unnatural silence in its wake, it making no sound even when galloping.
Other: He has been known to be able to suck the life out of mortals by touch, reducing them to a shriveled and emaciated state similar to his own.

History

[The In between]

Bio: In 1739 Northern Ireland a man was dying of starvation alone in a dank, dark cave where no one knew nor cared of his suffering. His final wish was that all those of the living world that had scorned him and left him to this fate would know his pain and died in such intense, agonising hunger that this last request was to be granted. His shriveled, emaciated corpse turned to ash and was picked up by a cold wind that blew across Ireland and then Europe. This began a terrible curse of starvation that would become the 'Irish Famine', the hunger of so many people causing the ash to reform again to create the embodiment of deprivation, the bringer of hunger and the player of a mean harmonica: Matzul. He let the humans of Europe know nothing of prosperity but instead pain for several years until Satan called him to the depths of hell.

His abilities were deemed useful and so Matzul was reluctantly made to inflict torment upon the glutenous sinners of the 3rd circle of hell, occasionally re-emerging on Earth to inflict a famine or two as the Horseman of Famine and eventually create Jenny Craig for a bit of fun. This is the story he gives for his creation in any case but he may have existed, at least in some form, for far longer. Due to this placement he has had to cope with listening to Lexx and his band's sickly tones and horrendous demos for centuries, something which he has grow to resent. Though Mat loves music he finds the Horseman of Pestilence and his music to be irritating at the best of times, feeling the arrival of the apocalypse to be almost relieving as it means that Lexx may lay off it a little whilst they are fixing Satan's problems for him. No one knows why he likes pretzels so much...
Birthplace: Northern Ireland
Previous existence prior to worm drop: Tormenting the glutenous sinners of the 3rd circle of hell and CEO of Jenny Craig.
Allegiance: Satan, albeit grudgingly, and anyone who's willing to give him enough pretzels.
Occupation: Horseman of the Apocalypse (Famine) and living embodiment of starvation.

Matzul's Story