He was a
traveler, a Jack of all trades even if that namesake was not his
given name. Some might think him average, but there was nothing
really average about him. A good sturdy form that showed he worked
hard, tall enough to usually see over
others putting him over six foot, a quick mind and quick reflexes
had him to cope easily under many situations. His clothes clean
and well made.
groomed for having longer hair and a beard/moustache, showed he took pride enough in his appearance too. He had
a past alright, how could one not that ventured to open doors of
opportunity? Warrior, smith, cook, handyman, businessman and the
list went on. From England he came to seek new fortunes as he did
amass some already. He worked his way over by sea taking up a
position of sailor and found himself on these shores, a glint of
hope and a curious mind he set forth with a grin that could melt
an iceberg. He was one not willing to settle and give up his
status of wanderer.
He settled in
the lands of Heathfield continuing his disguise as a handyman for
the Thistle Tavern. Not everything is what it seems. A man with a
curse on his head....
(I keep from ooc
or rp in IM's please respect this. Childish, forced, etc type rp I
will ignore. Old enough to know enough.)
*Picture used are to represent how
Matthew would look only.
No Claims Made*