Mr. Mumbels Info

Mr. Mumbles

Age: 28
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 102lbs
Specie: Human
Alliance: None

History: Once a very normal banker who got quite tiered of the snobby, uptight United governing peoples live with the classic “We are the voice of god.” trick. He began ravel rousing in a pitiful attempt to encourage people to rise up against the United, This led to his exile. He secretly returned, and not learning from his past mistakes again tried and failed to start a riot. This time his tongue was cut off  and he was tossed into the deepest darkest dungeon below the United’s temple. Of course this was no ordinary dungeon, no, it was inhabited by a possessed cannibalistic psychopath… with scythes for hands! With the help of a mysterious voice he was led to a secret exit, the crazy lost track of him. Following the instructions of the voice he was found none other than the figured head of the United. He very Quickly noticed, because she was without makeup, that she was in fact born of one of the tribes. He then decided that to spite the United he would take their precious “Deity” and return her to her original home.

Personality: A nervous wreck, constantly looking over  his shoulder do to being on the run. He is not as nice as most people think and dose noble and heroic actions often for personal gain and to harm others. He very quickly will decide to hate something or someone, one screw up is all it takes with him. He really doesn’t like Suzie that much at all, his policy of always seeing things through to the end is what kept him from ditching her a week into their quest. But, her sweetness is growing on him. Not that he would ever admit it. He is generally a very clever and witty person. Normally he can figure a way out of most any situation, but his sly ways have landed him in worse spots than the ones he began in. He has become quite a clepto as a result of his exile, sometimes he dose not notice that he stole something until he actually sees it in his hands. Don’t be surprised if he swipes your magic fire sword… and keeps it for the next round. He has a love for puzzles and riddles and just can not resist the urge to solve them, even if it takes hours.
Appearance: He is underweight do to a poor diet, this causes his clothes to hang quite loosely on him. His hair is filthy brown-ish mess and looks a lot like a rat nest. It has no real style but just randomly spikes off in various directions, he really needs a hair cut. He wears a dirty white shirt with long sleeves and rather plain lapels, most of the buttons are missing. His pants are equally filthy and are of a tan color, he has a rope in place of a belt. He has light brown shoes that are relics of his time as a well off banker, they are very worn. Last his eyes are brown.

In combat: Him and Suzie must fight together to be effective. Mr. M’s job is to get in close and keep his eyes on the target long enough so Suzie can lock on to it. This usually takes no more than two minutes. During battle Suzie is left away from danger, some where Mr. M thinks is safe. She will not move from the spot she is placed in and is easy to sneak up on sense her attention is else where. If she were to be caught she could not use her sparkly death beam to fight back with ought killing herself.

Likes: Puzzles, getting something for nothing, a decent meal

Dislikes: Annoying people, anything unfinished, Merry

Important: He is not mute, he can still shout but can not say anything that can be understood, it all sounds like gibberish.