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|  full  name  |
Murtagh Murray Melbush.

|  nickname  |
Murry, or MurMur.

|  age  |
21.

|  gender  |
Male.

|  sexuality  |
Straight

|  local  or  foreign  |
Foreign. He's from the coast, and used to live practically on the ocean. It was his life. The Blue Sea coast, actually. A peaceful place, but bustling with merchants and traders. It's known for its salty air, scallops, and tapestries carefully crafted by the locals. A great tourist destination.

Murtagh is from the outskirts of the kingdom. He and his father were fishermen, oftentimes living on the sea itself more than land.

|  social  class  |
Lower class, but the higher end of it. He is just barely under middle class.

|  faceclaim  | Brenton Thwaites

|  scars  /  tattoos  /  piercings  |
Oh yeah, he has earrings. Three of them, actually. Two on one ear and one on the other. None of them are precious material —he could never get his hands on that. The two lobe piercings are both rings, made of crude metal wire. Still cool looking though.

He has a jagged scar on his left leg from the one time when he was young that a fishing hook got caught on him. That was a terrible day for him.

No tattoos.

|  preferred  clothing  style  |
Good, solid shoes that he's had since he was fifteen. They are wearing thin now, but he has only one other pair. And that's for special occasions only.

Overalls are pretty good, too, with a comfortable, brown undershirt. He wears a blue ball cap hat a fricken lot. His overalls have a few patches in them too, on the knees and the seat of his pants.

He also wears a warm jacket that goes down to his waist, whenever it gets cold.

So comfortable, breathable, and clothes he can work in is what he wears most.

|  personality  |
Murtagh is a lonely boy, who spends most of us time out on the water. He likes to laugh, and does so whenever he can. However, often times he feels pressured, either to take care of his father or to take up the business. Neither of those are bad, and he wants to care for his father, but he also wants to be able to think and act for himself. Become his own person, and not what his father did or his mother did not do. He wants to make his own name, even if it isn't that different from what he is already doing.

He longs to be free. Free to make his own choices in life, and not stuck in an endless pattern of waking, working, and sleeping. He wants excitement.

He's a hard worker to most tasks he's given, even if he doesn't particularly enjoy the given task. He'll do it. Especially if you pay him. He has learned to be frugal with money, since it has been rather short most of his life. He isn't afraid to bargain for his purchases either, if he thinks he can get away with it.

Since his mother left and his father became a frequent visitor to the taverns, he has begun to see the world in a cruel light. How terrible Fate's sense of humor must be. But however awful he thinks of the world and it's ways, he always has a glimmer of hope. Hope that life can turn itself around, and become better for those who live in its embrace. Hope that each day will be better than the last. Hope is the only thing he has to hold on to.

He likes to learn, and is receptive to most things taught to him. He did well in school, when they could afford school. Now the moon is his friend, and the ocean is his comfort. The breezes are the soft and gentle hand that caresses his cheek.

Still, he longs for more.

|  likes  |
He likes to be out on the water, alone in his boat. He loves the ocean breezes that come through and wave around his sandy hair.
He likes to sing, and write songs. Usually, he sings to himself, or to help his father calm down from some bit of drink or another.
Sketching is a fun past time while out in a boat with nothing else to do. He carries a small sketch book and pencil around in his pocket everywhere he goes.
He likes to look out at the moon, on clear nights, and think. It makes him feel like he's being watched over by some protective being...

|  dislikes  |
He hates liquor, mostly because of is father. He swears that he won't touch the stuff ever, so that he doesn't even have the change to become a drunk.
Sunburns are pretty bad too.
Days when he doesn't catch any fish.
When his pencil lead breaks and he has to sharpen it all over again.
Mice. Just no.
Illness. He hates getting sick.

|  strengths  |
Fishing, boating, and pretty much anything that has to do with being on water.
He's physically strong, because of his work.
His determination. He is determined not to end up like his father, and he will let nothing get in the way of finding something better.
Finding direction by using the stars. He can navigate pretty decently, and has a good sense of direction.

|  weaknesses  |
He isn't very good at communicating with other people about what he wants, or feels, or anything really. He can come off as rude, even if that isn't his intention. He hasn't had the most experience with to many people either. He tries, but his words get caught up in him and his mouth isn't able to express. This leads to seeming indecisive, or ignoring someone. He can communicate better when he writes his thoughts down in song.

Cooking, for one thing. His mother never taught him, and his father could only cook fish, and potato cakes. So that's what he knows how to do. Fish and potato cakes.

He can be quite defensive at times, too. Whenever his mother is brought up in conversation or rumor, and someone accuses her of abandoning her family or running away or something of the like, he will take it personally. He's thrown a few punches before because of this. He's very sensitive about family matters.

Being vulnerable with people. Most of the townsfolk that he knows, and who know him, pity him. He hates the way they look down at him, as if he was a poor, helpless animal. He doesn't want pity.

|  fears  |
Becoming a drunk like his father.
Falling in love, and losing that same love, like his mother.
Infection. He doesn't have the best access to medical care, being the class he is.
Dying with an unfulfilled life.
He's afraid of his reflection coming alive in the mirror and killing him.
Getting murdered in the night.
Mildly afraid of sirens, but he's been on the water all his life and has never seen one.

|  family  |
His father, Morcar Melbush. He has no siblings, or mother. Well, he has one, but he hasn't seen her since he was a child.

|  health  information  |
Murtagh is very healthy! He has a case of a cold on occasion, but nothing other than that.

|  backstory  |
Murtagh grew up on the water. His father is a fisherman, and by trade, he is too. His father married a woman named Matilda Merrion, who worked with tapestries. Together, they had a son; Murtagh. It was a happy family, until Matilda supposedly ran off with a merchant. Others say she was kidnapped. Some say she was sung to her doom by sirens. No matter what anyone says, not a single soul has seen hide nor hair of her since Murtagh was five.

Morcar took it pretty hard, and soon turned to drink. It was only at night, and only after work. At first. But the liquor's hold grew, until one day Murtagh woke up to an empty house. He searched all day, and only hours later did he find his father in some back alley, with a bottle in hand. From that day on, Morcar hasn't been much help in anything. Murtagh was fifteen then.

Since that incident, Murtagh has worked his hardest to give them both a nice life. He would spend days out on the water, fishing. Some days he wouldn't catch anything, and some he would. He's always enjoyed fishing, either using a net or line.

He wants to learn other trades, always has, but never had the chance. Back when Matilda was still around, she taught him a bit about tapestry making, but he was five.

Now, he searches for a better life. One that will lead to something. Something other than drunkenness, hardship, and heartbreak.

|  why  you're  here  |
He wants a better life. A better life for his father —and his future. He doesn't want to be a fisherman all his life. He searches for more.

|  other  |
He has around an 8th grade level of formal education. He had to stop school because his father needed help with the business. This, of course, does not mean that he is stupid or a fool. He is well versed in the line of his work, and has educated himself in the regions of navigation, a bit of reading, sewing, the occasional grammar book.

He has a small photograph of his whole family, back when he was very young, that he keeps in his pocket all the time.

He hasn't been out of the country, so this will certainly be an experience for him.