Clovis ExSanguis

[Clovis]

Name: Clovis ExSanguis

Age: 30

Profession: Maceman/Detective


Appearance:  Black hair, below shoulder length, often embellished with swordsman's braids to either side of his head. Slender, but broad-shouldered from swinging the crushing weight of his chosen weapon.  His face is drawn, unusually pale, and his emerald eyes carry a constant glimmer of suppressed amusement.

Professional:  While a competent and sturdy maceman, his main interest is in the sciences.  Alchemy, forensics... and detection.  Especially detection.  He delights in the logic of observation and the ripples of effect that spread outward from a single cause, in linking seemingly unconnected threads into a stark, unified tapestry.. and back again. 

He reportedly joined the militia for the "bracing coastal air," and the "good, honest work."

Personality:  His manner is laconic and somewhat dry.  There is a tone of mockery in his florid -- some would say *needlessly* florid -- speech.  Sometimes fond in its inflection, sometimes knowingly self-directed, but always, ever present, and it can be difficult, at times, to tell whether one is being addressed with derision or respect.  Indeed, Clovis seems to enjoy presenting himself as something of an enigma.  His perpetual air of "I know something you don't know," would grate deeply were it not for his sense of camaraderie and rare, sudden moments of deep seriousness. 

He keeps an innumerable number of journals, all written in a bizarre series of ciphers - another bizarre hobby of his. 

Background:  Clovis has led a perfectly normal existence.  Prior to joining the militia, he was involved in study and clerical duties, occupying some indefinite, intermediate position in the church.  Before that, he was a shipwright on board the trading vessel Hand of Glory, which reputedly went down with all hands off the coast of Haven.  Before that, a mercenary in Oswald Black's (deceased) company out of Skara Brae.

What he did prior to that is certainly hardly worth talking about.  Tedious business, history.  We've quite enough to do in the here and now, don't you agree?

Perfectly normal.