Mortymerr is only a
couple of centuries old, yet he had enough adventures to last the entire life span of a Drow. He has a keeps fit
by daily exercises and practice of arts (sword play and hand to hand combat) He has a special chain whip for unruly
slaves. Otherwise, he treats the slaves like a farmer would his roth (cattle), as a commodity. If
they serve well, they treated accordingly. Nothing superb, but adequate. The matron cannot have scrubby looking
slave servants in her house. Afterall, beauty is a upheld by drow, even for their slaves.
He is 5'4 muscular but
not overwhelmingly. His greyish white hair is wavy and stops at his shoulders. Mostly he wears it in
a top knot, otherwise it is covered by his helm. His face has been harden over the centuries and bares
a scar that runs vertically down his left cheek. He received it from his matron for some infraction that was
unappealing to her. One he most certainly would never repeat on pain of death.
Mortymerr is geared
up in leather armor that is magically warded to keep his body temp level at all times. An excellent asset
for his travels. His boots are lined and riggied with multiple hidden projectile weapons as well a s daggers.
As are his arm bracers. He wears a vest with dimensional pockets and a sort of voodoo necklace around his neck.
