Role
The Squire
"Or at least I used to be. I'm a freelancer now."
Age
16
"I'm old enough to take care of myself."
Nationality
Akharian
"I didn't quit the military because I'm not proud of my country."
Gender
Male
"I do the hard, manual work."
Personality
Martin isn't the sort of person you would have expected to have dropped out of his training as a squire. He is loyal, hard-working and diligent, but also prefers freedom to the strict rules the Akharian military forced him to obey during his training. He's a very friendly person and will act like a dog towards his friends. It isn't particularly hard to gain his trust; as long as he's not convinced that you'll slit his throat while he sleeps, he'll trust you.
"The more the merrier!"
Pros
Despite only having trained in the art of swordplay for a year, Martin is as proficient with a sword as a fully-fledged knight. This is largely due to his initiative which gave rise to his unorthodox fighting style. Instead of simply using his sword, Martin will use whatever he can to his advantage. He will always start a fight by looking for a weakness in his enemy and will then proceed to exploit it. He always uses his surroundings in combat; he uses them to put barriers between him and his enemy and uses the environment as a weapon. He often uses his hands in combat as well as his sword. He is also fairly apt at using guns, but dislikes using them due to the length of time it takes to reload them.
"I could cleave off your head before you had the chance to scream."
Cons
Martin's a nice young lad, but that's all anybody really ever says about him. He has no really special traits that make him stand out in the crowd. If he has any magical abilities he's completely oblivious to them. His utter lack of armour leaves him extremely vulnerable, so one serious hit and he's out of combat.
"There's more in my favour than in your's!"
Appearance
Martin is a well-proportioned young man. He stands 5'11" with a lithe, muscular build, pale skin, a slightly pointed nose, wild, scruffy, fair hair and silvery-blue eyes that portray his emotions just as well as the rest of his face does. His pale complexion comes from his mother. His attire consists of a short-sleeved, blue denim jacket adorned with brass buttons over a brick red cotton shirt, charcoal grey woolen trousers, a long, worn, yellow scarf that once belonged to his father, a pair of thick leather falconer's gloves and rubber-soled leather boots. His sword is strapped over his back as opposed to his waist since it would rub uncomfortably against his leg if it were. He also wears a belt from which a few pouches, containing various useful items, and a compass hang.
"I look the part, don't I?"
History
Martin was born to an Akharian blacksmith and his Ik'Ranian wife. Martin lived all his early life in Kalistos, a large and important city in Akhar. He was the youngest of five children, the oldest was 12 years older than him and now serves as a forge-hand to his father. Martin never really took any interest in his father's work, but this never really worried his father. Martin was much more interested in legends that are widely accepted in Taakeira as true. He always dreamed of living a life of adventure and heroism like the heroes in the stories he read. As he grew older, his desire changed from fame to playing his part in society. He signed up to become a squire and spent a year living and training in Castle Kalistos. He learned much about swordplay there, but he was never really happy. He always felt that his life was being needlessly restricted, and quit after a year. He's not quite sure what he's going to do next, but he only ever dreamed of what would happen next.
Rory Gallagher - Bad Penny
Well, like a bad penny you've turned up again,
You're in my sights, there's a mist on my lens.
I think you know how it was when I tripped and fell,
Well, you double-dealed me, baby and I broke like a shell.
Like a bad penny you've sure lost the glow
But I'm out of reach, your smile's sure gone cold.
Well, it can't ever be like it was then,
Well, don't you fool with me, baby,
Don't you mess with my plans.
Some stormy nights, your memory haunts me,
You won't go away.
Well, like a bad penny you have turned up in the change,
Try to fit into the picture, you can't get inside the frame.
I think you know I'm still sore, but I'm on the mend,
Times sure have changed, it won't happen again.
Well, like a bad penny spins around and around,
Well, you won't know what's gone wrong when it all falls down,
You got to learn from now on to stop playing games,
You ought to keep on moving, you got to spin on your way.
Some lonely nights, I hear you calling,
Won't you go away?
Well, like a bad penny you have turned up again,
You're in my sights, there's a mist on my lens.
I think you know how it was when I tripped and fell,
Well, you double-dealed me, baby, I cracked like a shell.
Other
Martin is oddly fond of rodents, especially rabbits. He is also a vegetarian.
"But they're so fluffy!"