Post by JezusBagels on Aug 27, 2009 20:54:43 GMT -5
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Profession: Monk
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Profession: Monk
Appearance:
Murphy is a short, stocky fellow who weighs a little more than two hundred pounds. He has pale skin, unmarred except for a large burn on his right calf.Personality:
He has shaggy black, graying hair that falls in rough, knotty patches around his head, hanging at shoulder height. He has a long, black, graying beard that falls to his waist, tied into a thick, tight braid. His eyes are a dark, brownish green.
Murphy has a silver tongue. He is a master of the art of persuasion.History:
He finds great ease in reading a person's body movement and emotions. Because of this, it's very difficult to have a complete conversation with him while he systematically breaks down one's reason for wanting to talk to him.
He only really likes to talk to intelligent people who can engage him in a good philosophical or religious debate.
He isn't very trusting of people and prefers to use them for his own gain.
Murphy was born into a very religious family, taught from birth to follow the holy book to the letter and any deviation would make his soul burn. This was all fine and dandy and Murphy believed every word of it until he was twelve years old.Additional Information:
Murphy's father lost a bet and couldn't pay the price--a concept that Murphy found great difficulty in conceiving as his father had drilled into him that gambling was evil. As punishment for the lack of payment, his creditor set his house aflame in the night. Murphy's parents burned that night, but Murphy managed to escape, jumping into a nearby pond before the fire on his leg spread to the rest of his body.
For a short while, Murphy refused to talk. He stopped studying religion and shut himself away from the rest of the world. However, it wasn't long before the church offered to take him in as a ward. He accepted and slowly crept his way back into the clutched of "God." But he was never as devout as he had been in his childhood again. Rumors existed that he no longer believed in God at all and it was all a rouse.
Of course, Murphy would deny this.
Murphy keeps two long, metal maces by his bedside, though no one knows why. No one has ever even seen him lift the weapons. If asked about them, he simply claims to feel safe with them around and dismisses the subject.