Character name: Margrave Averard Cratchit Eckleby III
aka Mace
Occupation: Actor, Artist & Musician
Description: Mister Eckleby is a strapping young man, barely out of his teens, who prefers to keep his golden brown locks long, but his jawline bare. His bright green eyes are his most striking feature and often sparkle with delight as he's rambling on in his surprisingly deep baritone voice about one artistic endeavor or another. He moves with the grace of a dancer, but is far from feminine in his overall demeanor, and while he attempts to play the starving artist role to the hilt, his posh wardrobe betrays him more often than not.
History: Margrave - who prefers to be called Mace - will tell you that he was born in some back alley of Covent Garden to a prostitute who bedded a holy man. Although, their are times, particularly when he's drunk, that he'll tell you he was born to a missionary nun who was raped by an affluent, military man, which, for some strange reason, comes across as a slightly more believable explanation of his origins. Hell, the kid really knows how to weave a story, even when he's intoxicated! Actually, even
more so when he's inebriated. Regardless, both are fairly harmless white lies - or are they? - mere samples of his ongoing, ever-changing cover to conceal his true identity.
Now that's not to say that the young man cannot be trusted, he just doesn't like speaking about his past and, in particular, his family. In most other regards, he's fairly straightforward, rarely one to gloss things over. He tells it like it is, almost to a fault, as if the concept of a social filter doesn't entirely exist in the fantastical little world he's created for himself.
His arrival at Ocelaica, some three years earlier, marked a true turning point in his previously pathetic artistic pursuits. When not performing, he can be found toiling away in one of his many - and I mean
many - leather-bound sketchbooks and journals. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention. He's a master of disguise and an expert forger, too! Just, uh, an added benefit of being
really good at theatrical costuming, as well as ridiculously talented at rendering realistic reproductions of everyday things, such as signatures...and currency...and the occasional legal document for, you know, the right price.
