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. .. . Maedoc Thibault
. . .and death a note unsaid
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- Name: . . . Maedoc Clovis Thibault . ..
Nicknames: . . . Mae . . . [Common, liked]
.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Clove
Gender: . . . Male
Sexuality: . . . Bisexual
Age: . . . 25
Species: . . . Human
Class: . . . Alchemist
Origin: . . . Xalterra
Dialogue colour: . . . #9895a3
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- Appearance
- Eye colour: . . . Forest green. . . . . . . . . Hair colour: . . . Dark brown
Height: . . . 175cm; 5'9" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Weight: . . . 62kg; 136lbs
Maedoc's frame is on the smaller side, his body lacking the muscles required for a warrior. He's slim, almost delicate in appearance, though many might just label him weedy instead. It's his mind he's trained from a young age, not his body, and that's evident in his physical appearance. He dresses well when he can afford it, picking thick cloth in dark colours. Dark greens tend to bring out the colour of his eyes, and if he's looking to impress he knows well that the colour favours him. His fingers, slim and quick, are usually stained by some powdered component to his potions, and if he's been working for a while, one might also find smudges of components on his face and arms too before he has a chance to wash.
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. .. Strengths
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Intelligent: . . . A sharp mind has been honed throughout his life. Mae's intelligence is clear in areas to do with his trade, and in a collection of other topics. He enjoys picking up odd books and learning what he can, and boasts a wide range of knowledge.
Quick fingers: . . .He hasn't lifted coins since he was a kid, but Maedoc's nimble fingers are useful for more than stealing. In particular they're good for creating delicate potions and crafting time items necessary for his work, as well as playing a number of instruments taught to him by his foster-father.
Horse riding: . . . Despite not being terribly athletic, Maedoc has a particular talent with horses. He rides well, being something of a natural with horses and is not half bad at throwing projectiles from the back of a galloping horse.
. .. Weaknesses
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Combat: . . . As might be expected given the above weakness, Maedoc's combat abilities are rather lacking too. He throws things, making sure to maintain a suitable distance from any enemies. The only skill he's remotely acceptable at is using a bow and arrow.
Foot in mouth: . . . Regardless of whether it's intentional or not, Maedoc has been known to cause insult with a poorly thought-out sentence or by stating fact where a white lie would be appreciated. A bit of perception would go a long way.
Sea sickness: . . . Maedoc would rather be anywhere else than the rocking wooden deck of a ship. His sea legs are practically non-existent and he usually forces various stomach-calming plants down in order to cope.
. .. Fears
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Battle: . . .Being thrown into the middle of battle and forced to fight against trained warriors is one of Mae's worst fears. Worse yet if he's without his potions and bombs.
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- Personality
Maedoc is smart, more so than many might give him credit for. The human seems to absorb knowledge at an astounding rate and will read almost anything for the enjoyment of the written word. He picks up new concepts and facts easily, collects bits of knowledge from books and from experiences, and has a startlingly accurate memory. Many of the potions and bombs he crafts require no written recipe, not anymore, as his memory readily brings up the needed ingredients and his fingers remember how to craft them.
When it comes to conveying Mae's intelligence, he isn't always as adapt. He has a habit of putting his foot in his mouth at times - accidentally insulting people when he means to comfort them, giving secrets away he's not meant to know. It's worse when he's nervous, so he tries to stop any flow of unwanted words by biting his lip and not talking at all. Which works well enough until he finds himself correcting someone's inaccurate fact. Mae doesn't always have the best tact for who he corrects, despite his previously mentioned self-preservation, and has had to dodge more than one fist after his words have been taken as an insult by 'lesser minds'.
Despite a few jobs working on the other side of the law, Mae does not generally lie about his work, nor make false claims about his potions. He takes pride in his alchemy and would never purposefully cheat a customer. Having seen his fair share of hardships, Mae has developed a certain altruistic streak. He'll readily offer a helping hand to those in need, in particular children. He knows how lucky he was not to end up on the street after his parents died, and attempts to help any not as fortunate.
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- History
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The market was always thriving, with people from all parts of Xalterra passing through. And while there were treasures of all sorts to be seen, there was also danger. A particularly good day of sales attracted greedy eyes, and as the small family made their way out of the city and left behind the safety of guards and fire-lit streets, those greedy eyes pulled out sharp swords. The bandits weren't well trained, but there were eight of them against a craftsman, baker, and small child. The Thibaults never stood a chance.
Maedoc was pushed under the wagon wheel, his parents attempting to draw the attackers away to protect their son. They paid with their lives, and as the raiders came to collect the goods they had killed for, Mae scrambled out and ran into the dark woods running alongside the road. Their howls followed him as he ran blindly. Only five, he should have died in the wild woods, but fate found him a caravan of travellers who took him in. They assumed he was mute, for he wouldn't speak. Only shook his head or nodded. They would take him to the city, they decided, where surely they could find his family.
So, Maedoc returned to the city with the caravan, where word was put out about the lost boy. In a city so big, their chances were slim, yet even so, news came of an attack on a family near where Mae had been found. With the help of a woman who recognised Mae from the market, they figured out why he had been alone in the woods and that he now had no family. It was suggested that Mae be taken to an orphanage, but such places were often overcrowded and not kind to their charges. Instead, a dwarf woman named Ingrit and her human husband, Aillan, took in the boy.
She was an alchemist in the caravan, and Aillan was a musician. It was from them that Mae learned his skills with alchemy and developed a love of music. He learned tricks from the other caravan members too, but it was always to Ingrit and Aillan that he would return to boast about what he had learned that day, to warm himself in their proud smiles, and to hug them at night when he ached for his birth parents. As Mae got older that ache lessened, and when he left the caravan to pursue his own work, he hugged them because he would miss Ingrit and Aillan as dearly as if they were his real parents.
Mae travelled the safe roads, adding to his skills and taking up jobs where he could. He would play music when needed, or craft potions as required. The jobs were not always legal, but the money was good. One job brought him to Luna isle, where, on completion, he found himself in a tavern buying himself a well-earned drink. It was there he heard a voice that sent him back to the night his parents were murdered. He knew it was the leader of the bandits before he saw his face, albeit greyed with the passing of time. Maedoc barely had time to think before he was across the room, a potion slipping from one hand and into his drink with a subtle sleight of hand. The bandit died clawing at his throat.
If not for the perceptive eyes of a guard at the next table who had seen Mae's move, he might still be free right now. But, instead his possessions were seized and he was thrown in the dungeons.
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Face claim: . . . Aneurin Barnard
Coding inspo: . . . Achelois