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Name: Morionquetil "Morion" Toruisao.
Age: Unknown (late thirties, presumably).
Gender: Male.
Race: Human, but with an unknown (to anyone, including him) Drow ancestor several generations back.
Weapons: Gnome-designed and Dwarf-made crossbow - uses clips of thirteen bolts, which are fired semi-automatically. Primary weapon at range. Melee - a bastard (hand-and-a-half) sword forged from the metal of a fallen meteorite by a friendly Dwarven smith (the same that made Rom's axe and Morion's crossbow). Also a pair of Drow fighting knives.
Class: Bounty Hunter/Dark Paladin (explained below).
Height: 6' 6".
Weight: Two-hundred twenty pounds.
History: Born in a hamlet along the Great Highway, Morion was different from the other children. He was pale, with dark hair; and grey eyes, in contrast to the various shades of brown and blue among them. Strangely, when he hit puberty his hair turned salt-and-pepper; at seventeen, he had left the small village to see what life he could make for himself. Fighting as a sellsword to many different petty kingdoms, he was educated in battle; learning to fight with the sword, the crossbow, the pike and the hammer. He soon rose to become a minor celebrity, having won his signature blade in a bet on who would win the next day's battle - though it was indeed lost, the sword's previous owner (a fat, unliked Captain) lost both the bet and his life. At an undetermined age Morion returned to his village a seasoned veteran in the peak of his life; to find nothing but broken bones and ashes. It had been sacked by Paladins on a witch-hunt weeks before, which he found out later. Giving up the life of a mercenary, Morion turned to a more lucrative profession - that of a bounty hunter. Though, his targets were neither political nor criminal; Morion became himself a sort of Paladin, rooting out Evil wherever it lay hid - for a price. He became a great tracker and archer; as well as a masterful swordsman - dueling possessed warriors, smiting were-wolves, and grappling with wraiths and vampires teaches one that. One day he met a lone, half-dead Minotaur on the Highway; who was no other than one Romulus Hauntari. The two became fast friends; Rom preferring the company of the quiet, tall Man and the Men liking the company of a massive, loyal friend. Morion helped the Minotaur pay for his axe, which was obtained from a now-mutual friend. However, the pair went their separate ways; both being wanderers on their own errands. Now their paths are set to reunite; Fate being a coy mistress.
Alignment: Neutral - hunts Evil but isn't Good.
That alright? Sorry for the lengthy bio, but I like those kinds of things
