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✘•-name: Mortimer Simeon Thorn
✘•-nicknames: Thorn, Mort’
✘•-species: Infernal Hound
✘•-age: ageless; ancient
✘•-gender: intersex
✘•-pronouns: he/him/his
✘•-height: 5’6”
✘•-weight: 250+ lbs
✘•-tattoos: none
✘•-scars: various; right elbow, both forearms, right ear mostly missing,
✘•-piercings: septum,

✘•-weapon of choice: Ember Rose’s Thorn–a burdensome blade; the wielder’s burdens become its advantageous lesson. If too many burdens weigh heavy as will the blade, even tenfold.
✘•-common accessories: memorial chain with ashes, coin purse, metaphysical stones and candles,
✘•-common quirks: He has an unconscious flirtatious demeanor, he’s prone to uncontrollable fidgeting when nervous, he’s prone to self-sabotaging behaviors,

✘•-mbti: enfp-t
✘•-moral alignment: chaotic good
✘•-social viewpoint: ambivert; mostly introverted

✘•-personality: Mortimer is quite empathetic for an infernal hound. He is more feeling than instinctive, but the drive for instinct is still present. He’s known to recharge in solitude, as too much outside interaction leaves him drained and very short tempered. He easily understands other people's feelings. This trait makes him a great potential friend and listener, providing support when needed. He enjoys humor, especially with a biting edge. His dark wit can be sharp, sometimes making others laugh and especially feel uneasy. It’s definitely hard, near impossible even, to change his mind when a decision has been made. He’s very stubborn!

✘•-Backstory: Mortimer Thorn grew up in a small village, the son of a human blacksmith. He was different from the other children, and he grew to learn this quickly, with a fiery aura and a deep connection to the ground beneath his feet. His empathy drew him to the weak and downtrodden. He often helped those in need, even if it meant putting himself in danger.
His life changed when he learned of his expected destiny. An ancient prophecy claimed he would wield a mighty sword—an enchanted weapon that promised power but came with a curse. This sword would return any pain it inflicted on others back to him, multiplied. Despite the warning, Mortimer felt compelled to take on the challenge. Driven by a sense of duty and stubborn resolve, he believed he could handle the burden.
Presently, as a knight’s squire, he struggles with the sword’s curse. Each swing brings him agony, yet he stands firm. Mortimer sees the sword as a test of his kindness and strength. His impulsive nature often leads him into trouble, but his cautious heart reminds him to tread carefully. He fights not just for glory, but for the chance to protect others, even at a great personal cost.

✘•-fears: spiders, vomiting, meaningless, disappointing others, the unknown, what lurks in the dark,
✘•-likes: drawing, writing, cooking, prepping food, the color blue, making flower crowns, gentle rolling storms, fall weather, the moon and stars, serene forests, learning new things gradually,
✘•-dislikes: heavy snowfall, nervous tinkering habits, sudden changes in plans, humid heat, heavy perfume scents, being alone, fear of what’s in the dark,
✘•-hobbies: drawing, writing, reading, sparring, cooking, hunting, vulture culture,
✘•-love interest: Prince Shadow ( © evildad )
✘•-sexual preference: Demisexual; male/masculine leaning