Appearance: Murphy is pasty of complexion, giving the impression (and rightly so) that he very rarely ever gets any sun. More slender than most humans his size, but underneath that tunic is a physique that’s beautiful the way a firearm is beautiful, elegant the way a well-honed blade is elegant. His hair, kept shoulder-length, is a black so deep it seems almost blue. His vibrant indigo eyes are, in his own mind, his most striking feature...which is hilarious, because no one has ever seen Murphy’s face.
Apparel: If Legolas dressed like Aragorn, you’d basically have a good idea of how Murphy dresses, though he does so with noticeably more style. Also, Murphy ALWAYS wears a plain white mask shaped to resemble a stylized owl face, and no one has ever actually seen his face or even his eyes, as the mask anomalously conceals all features of the face it covers, as if there were some outside force determined to preserve the secret at all costs.
Ranged attacks (including but not limited to bows, crossbows, and thrown weapons) use Speed stat to determine offense, contested against the target's Speed instead of their normal defensive stat. For each simultaneous projectile Murphy fires, the speed-contest is divided by the number of projectiles.
(in the event of a tie or similar situation, target player may use their best discretion)
Murphy's longbow is, much to the surprise of those who see it for the first time, actually composed purely of energy which Murphy manifests using what in other lands might be called his ki. Manifesting it halves Murphy’s maximum Energy until dispelled, at which point the maximum is restored, though Murphy requires 1 post of rest for each point to be returned.
Firing it costs nothing, and the damage dealt by them is mostly internal damage in the form of punctures, lacerations, and magical “burns.” Also, the shafts always disappear almost immediately after delivering its "payload" except when Murphy "charges up" a shot, in which case they literally explode like miniature hand grenades, causing about as much damage and destruction as one would expect. Each charge requires 1 post, costs 1 ENG, and each stack adds a +1 to the contested Speed for every projectile in that shot. Charges can be stacked as many times as Murphy has ENG to afford it. Each post where the bow is manifested while at 0, there’s a 50% chance it vanishes instead of doing anything useful. If it does, there is another 50% chance of the forced dissipation causing some kind of violent physical and/or mental backlash to Murphy.
-Note- Normal shots pierce usually reach about 8 inches deep through non-tessarite material, more or less depending on the material being shot at/through. When they dissipate (assuming they did not explode), the only visible sign of damage is minor charring although inanimate targets are usually left structurally weaker and less stable by the exceedingly invasive and destructive energy bolt that it just slammed through it. This “invisible” penetration and damage to inanimate objects is why it is a necessity to simply dodge instead of blocking.
No, you can't see under it. No, your ability to see through things doesn't work on it. Why? Cuz it's an integral aspect of the character that his face remain unseen at all times and at all costs unless he deliberately allows it or is somehow forced to give up the secret.
Each article of Murphy’s clothing provides resistance to all magical effects (harmful, beneficial, and otherwise) that the article comes into contact with. Removing an article removes the protection only from those parts now left exposed, and anyone who fits into the article can benefit from its protection, though even if articles overlap, their benefits do not stack. Belts, buckles, and accessories offer no protection, so the effective articles are, unless stated otherwise: Boots, gloves, trousers, and a short-sleeve tunic.
First and foremost, Murphy is not the name he was born with. However, that name and its entire bloodline has been erased from history and from memory. Murphy himself was born to a noble family with a tradition of entering their land's military and distinguishing themselves quite respectably. In the elven society Murphy hails from, your family name might get you quite a bit but respect and actual advancement in any field requires hard work and real merit. Now, when your people live for a few thousand years you develop some rather peculiar proclivities and the decedences of your people develop down some rather disturbing paths. Sadly, Murphy was never quite able to be comfortable with the sort of vices others of his social standing got involved in, and likewise did ot approve of many of the orders his commanding officers gave him...though he thankfully had the good sense never to voice his objections to anyone. Perhaps if he’d been able to tell someone, things might have gone differently. The supreme irony of the situation was that Murphy himself had an uncanny knack for murder, stealth, and more than once had to prove he hadn’t cheated in contests of marksmanship.
So, when Murphy's exceptional gift for violence earned him a spot on the most top secret government black ops squad, his identity was erased, his death faked, and a disgraceful dishonor was laid on his memory to ensure no one ever tried to find out the truth. One may only imagine the reaction from Murphy's family when their paragon of a soldier son (albeit one who was always a bit of a prude) is suddenly branded a traitor, “publicly executed,” and the entire family is now forced to deal with having been related to him.
Fast forward a few centuries, and Murphy has made himself quite invaluable as a member of his team, despite his hesitancy to share in their revels. What follows is the account of events as Murphy tells them, of the night he left his homeland for good:
“We got to the house and we knew our orders. Liquidation, nothing we hadn’t done 4,561 other times, but something about the whole estate gave me the creepiest feeling of deja vu. Anyway, we did what we were trained to do, and while the others finished with the staff, I proceeded to The Den to put those poor souls out of their misery before the others got any ideas. I don’t know if I ever even made it to the door…..the next thing I remember, I’m naked, covered in filth, and about 10 miles from the burning estate. Turns out, our bosses decided the mission was a complete success despite me and my entire team apparently being considered KIA, which was always hilarious to us, given the recruitment process. Anyways, I decided not to correct them and left. The mask then? Call it an old habit I just can’t kick.”
This story is mostly a lie. However, no one has yet gotten him to reveal any more.
SUPER SECRET HIDDEN LORE:
Murphy did make it to The Den and he remembers exactly what he found there (his father, chained to a wall and more than half mad), and that discovery also revealed to him why the place gave him deja vu: it was the home of a woman he’d previously been arranged to marry before his induction. Further, he knows he killed his entire team and that he was the one who razed the entire estate to the ground. Murphy, unable to bear his shame any longer over everything he’d done in his life, has since worn a mask that he refuses to take off for he cannot bear to even look at his own face, let alone allow anyone else to see it.
Should someone get a glimpse underneath the mask and live to tell about it, his face would be considered quite handsome by the standards of his people, with deep-set and expressive eyes, firm jaw and brow both indicative of refinement and good breeding, although even when smiling that face would never be without the marks of deep sorrow and self-loathing.