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Mamoru Edgeworth (Moru for short)
Bio: Previously a resource gathering Gielenor resident, Moru looks like a solidly built, lightly tanned man who boasts a whip-like braid to his knees. He feels safest in melee armor, but feels a full set too cumbersome. Therefore, he totes a chainmail and platelegs, with areas of plate removed to allow greater maneuverability. His hair is a very light brown, but his eyes vary by emotion; green when joyous, brown when depressed, and hazel when furious. A mixture of said colors will show otherwise.
"Previously" a resource gatherer refers to a life changing event at sixteen years old. When mining, he found a gem within the rocks. It was still well hidden, so he felt impatient enough to dig it out with his hands instead of mine it away. The violent shifting caused the rock to collapse, crushing his fingers very thoroughly. Kratos Aurion was nearby enough at the time to help him get free, but couldn't mend the fingers. Rather than let Moru's life halt to a stop, however, he went to the one person he knew could at least work around a human's limitations. Being the one close to and keeping Zemdi happy, Kratos was able to convince the man to help renew Moru's hands, even in a mechanical way. Moru, innocent and ignorant to machinery, was curious if metal could keep up with him, given his highly active nature and mind. It was this thought that allowed Djanzad to envision a gun that fires pure physical energy, and permission to replace Moru's entire hands rather than the fingers allowed it to be so. So now with metal hands that featured a gun able to draw on his physical energy to fire a very powerful, minute, dart-like bullet, Moru traded a life full of gathering resources to sell for one mixing that with slaying menaces among the cities energy seemed to peak. Twenty years of firing upon obnoxious goblins and skeletons trying to rise up led to a very good amount of control and accuracy for his gun.
Now, still clad with metal armor and hands, Moru traded his pickaxe for a spear, and hatchet for a little experience in the magical arts. Just enough to at least be able to provide small support. He didn't enjoy combat as much as others, but when the land needs help in a war it didn't ask for, someone has to do something.
Personality: Previously a natural, charismatic leader, the mining incident changed his outlook on life enough that he seemed impatient with others. Times have advanced, so people shouldn't need to do things as stupid as he did, or they do now. In time, that attitude has softened and he has gained much of his old social skills back, but he often dips between either being impatient or controlling. Very rarely does he feel either due to any thoughts of superiority, however, and he's told that lack of "I'm better than you" at least shows when he speaks.