Mortiferum Latro

By GoldieS

• September 7, 2017

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: <p> Mortiferum is a tall but skinny griffon with cyan blue eyes. His fur is black, while his feathers are white. Despite his chosen profession and outdoor lifestyle, he keeps up a clean and cared for appearance. Typically you'll find him with leather bandoleers and belts to hold various roguish tools. No robes, capes, or hoods though... he likes other's to know he's there. At least, that's the usual MO.  </p>

Cutie Mark: <p> N/A </p>

Personality: <p> Mort is an aggressive and unpleasant fellow who often uses his physical appearance and strength to intimidate others. While he enjoys manipulating others to his own designs, his abilities to do so are questionable. </p> <p> Despite his outward emotions and personality, he is quite passionate about the things he sets his goals towards. In addition to that, he hate's seeing others being taken advantage of, despite partaking in it more often than not himself. In this regard, he justifies his own actions in whatever way he can, reasonable or not.  </p> <p> He's brash, but he's a thinker. </p>

Backstory: <p> Mort was not born in Equestria, but ran away from home to travel there when he was young. It wasn't a rough family life, or anything to such a degree. Instead, he wanted to be famous and adventure across the world. As he spent time on the streets in Manehattan with other street urchins, learning the art of 'innocent subterfuge', he aspired to accomplish his ultimate fantasy by becoming the worlds most notorious outlaw.  </p> <p> Still very young, he grew claustrophobic with the city, thinking nothing new or exciting would ever happen sitting around. Despite more than a few 'epic robberies' they carried out to help stifle that feeling, he left for the countryside of Equestria. It was during this time that he eventually heard about several bandit gangs terrorizing the highways and byways of the lands. He set himself off with the singular purpose of joining one of these groups.  </p> <p> The encounter was... rather dangerous. Fortunately, being a lone hatchling out in the middle of the woods, the bandits saw something to pity. After pleading with them, they took him in, more as a novelty than an equal or a trainee. From there, he was relegated to something more akin to a squire or a cabin boy than an actual bandit.  </p> <p> Being around them at such a young age still gave him the opportunity to learn. Plus, many of the bandits would show him tricks of the trade on their off time, finding it an amusing or engaging distraction to teach him. As time progressed, he began to impress them with the accumulated knowledge they were eagerly providing him. At the age of thirteen, in a grandiose ceremony, the bandit gang graduated him to a full fledged bandit.  </p> <p> Mere months after, they realized how efficient he really was at the profession. He was a strategist, and a meticulous planner, but he was also aggressive and not afraid to show bravado and strength. Quickly he became the defacto strategist and raid boss, for almost every operation. This of course, did not sit well with the complacent and lazy leader that had lead the troop at the time. Mort was becoming bolder, demanding more dangerous and risky operations, but things with far greater payout.  </p> <p> Eventually, the two came to a head. The leader threatening to kick Mort from the gang. This of course, didn't sit well with the others, those who had essentially raised Mort since before he was a teenager. Ultimately, through a show of support from the other bandits, he proclaimed himself the leader of the gang, but kept the former leader in a show of pity. Now, at the age of 23, Mort roams the countryside in search of caravans laden to the gills with goods, and scantly defended villages just fresh from the field with a fresh harvest. At times, he even ranges into the cities with some of his more trusted companions robbing banks, warehouses, fancy gatherings, and any other high profile location that might yield a hefty haul.  </p>