Name: Mercuriel
Gender: Male
Age: Looks to be around 35
Race: Dalish Elf
Class: Warrior (Two-handed)
Hair Color: Jet-black (shoulder-length but often kept in a ponytail)
Eye Color: Hazel
Personality: He is ambitious and a bit cocky. His cockiness makes him a huge flirt around women. To most he is very friendly and welcoming despite a bit of a jaded streak that prevents him from relying on miracles, religion, magic, etc. Mercuriel knows the world will often work against him so he does not rely on luck or chance to save his ass. He is dedicated to his training with the blade. In fact, his blade is the one thing that sticks with him through thick and thin, thus he has named her, “Delphine” or Delphy for short.
Mercuriel was raised by Dalish elves. He has no knowledge of his parents or life before coming to the clan but he has been told that he grew up in a city in Fereldan and was abandoned on the outskirts when he was but a lad. To that end Mercuriel is thankful to the Dalish for their care of him over the years and he is very respectful and trusting of Dalish elves in general.
Mercuriel was in love with a clan member at one point but he witnessed her death at the hands of a bear while out hunting. The clan blamed him for her death and soon after he was forced to leave. The Keeper granted him safe passage to the nearest human city and some supplies. Since then Mercuriel has become somewhat of a nomad seeking odd jobs and getting involved in any matter that will offer coin. After losing Shaunee he is gun shy when it comes to long-term commitments. However, he is always open for fleeting, one or two-time flings.
Mercuriel has always been curious about his parents and birth heritage so he understands those who lack families or have no real strong connection with others. Although he is a bit of a loner, Mercuriel does appreciate company when offered and he is welcoming to most other races. Although he doesn’t believe in magic or trust it very much, Mercuriel is not hateful of mages just skeptical.
Mercuriel is often accompanied by a Mabari hound that he rescued on a battle-field. He utilized healing salves that the clan had taught him in order to bring the hound back from the brink of death. Soon after the hound imprinted itself onto Mercuriel and now refuses to leave him alone. Mercuriel is not particularly fond of the dog but he does not begrudge it his company. Because Mercuriel is not a “pet” kind of person he has yet to give the Mabari a name and simply refers to the hound as “Dog.”
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