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Muchel
Much the Much
| Name | Muchel |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | A merry man |
| Age | A few summers past his boyhood |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Under the green leaves of Chetwood |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | A large and burly young fellow of the forest clad in tattered tunic and green hood. A few inches taller than most men of Bree, with a wide chest and big limbs, he would be an imposing figure but for his loud laughter and youthful features, his beard cut short to frame. He stands straighter than his fellows to make use of his height, but easily stoops to aid any of them at whim. He speaks with a low voice taken soon after boyhood, and a boy in nature is he. Churlish humour calls to him, causing rumbling laughter that sounds through the trees. To boyish jests and mockery he is no stranger too, and would laugh merrily with a cheeky grin. Those who see him would know he dutifully carries a horn and bow, and a quiver with a score of arrows slung behind him. The bow however, seems a queer thing for him; though he is an able knife fighter and skilled with the cudgel, he is no archer. |
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Background
Muchel introduces himself as 'Much the Much', but a slew of nicknames from his companions follow him, all of them belittling.
Though commonly seen as a bold merry man of the forest, he would tell few of his past, but seems a common enough sort for a woodsman. Most Bree-landers would throw guesses from his nature and appearance: A lowborn son most likely, taken in by some woodsman like other young boys of Chetwood and brought to pass into manhood between the trees and out of sight, taking part in some petty crime or fae ritual perhaps.
He oft sings rowdily a part of some song of dubious truth to many, with a collection of verses snatched out of many a song of the green Chetwood:
There stode brave Much, with much was blessed,
A fighting man of might!
But a kind heart filled his wide chest,
And wrong he would make right.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None he would tell of, but often assumed to be an orphan |
| Rivals/Enemies | Enemies of his merry band are his enemies, and their rivals his too |
| Loves | Himself, Chetwood and her generous bounty, apples, and robins |
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| Hates | The stocks, meagre coin, meagre arrows, and folk he cannot humour |
| Motivation | Be free and amongst the trees, but not without a drink! |
| Quotes | "The calf does not play with the ox for he is outmatched in horns!" |
Muchel's Adventures
| Song: Harry Twigs and the Merry Men | 11 years 1 month ago |
