Lord Marzio Mazetti
The thunder of hooves can be a sound of deliverance or doom. May we always be on the right side of the storm.
Description: Of a shorter stature than average, this man possesses a powerful build like that of a soldier. His hands are heavily calloused, especially at the tips of his right index and middle fingers, speaking of time spent pulling at the string of a bow. A thick mane of unruly brown hair hangs down to his chin when not tied back from his eyes with a cord of leather. A pair of green eyes rest comfortably beneath a dark brow, and twinkle with a friendly nature above a nose that has a noticeable crook in it from being broken at least once in its lifetime. More often than not a growth of stubble adorns his jawline.
Personality: A quiet man, Marzio is often believed to be on the shy side when described by those who know him. While not entirely true, Marzio is definitely a man who listens more than he speaks. Even tempered, a smile or laugh can be seen upon his features when the situation warrants just as easily as a scowl. Shyness aside, many who knew the man in his youth know that he tends to have a penchant for mischief and more than a fair share of practical jokes and tricks have been known to spring from the quietly smiling man's doing.
Background: Born to Benedetto and Osanna Mazetti, Marzio is the middle of three siblings. A healthy child, he seemed to spend more time outdoors than he ever did inside. He was a quick enough learner when it came to his schooling, but spending his days with his nose buried in a book was never a thought that occured to the boy. Rather, whenever his mother did not make him, Marzio would be out visiting the stables to admire the horses bred within the walls of Ostria. His father had been a cavalryman in his younger years, and so he found himself to be a welcome enough hand around the stables.
In his mid-teens, Marzio "liberated" a particularly fine black stallion from a stable stall and ventured out beyond the city walls. He can still recall the feeling of the wind in his hair, and the thunder of his mount's hooves along the roads leading away from the city and along the coast... as well as the stripes on his backside that his father gave him when he inevitably had to return. Nevertheless, he continued to venture to the stables every day until on his sixteenth birthday his family gifted him the horse which he had stolen.
From then on, Marzio's life seemed to follow a path of its own creation. He joined the Ostrian Cavalry, seeming to follow in his father's footsteps. Climbing through the ranks, he soon found himself to be in command of a unit of horsemen patrolling the trade roads along the coast, as well as safeguarding the areas near Ostria, spending his nights beneath the stars within the call of his beloved home.
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