Mathaes Silverdew

With thin lips and a pronounced brow, this elf looks like he wears a perpetual tired scowl. It wouldn’t be far from the truth either. Rich auburn hair sweeps to the bottom of his shoulder-blades, though he often styles it with nothing fancier than a spare scrap off a wiring harness. Deep-set peridot eyes wear bags beneath them like the elite wear their Pilton Gigantiques. Mechanic’s grease mixes with soul dust under his nails, but his clothes seem to be upper class cut and cloth mired in working class dirt. There’s gravel in his voice and profanity in his words, bitterness dripping from every smooth and perfectly easy motion. As tired as he appears, he moves like a cat in a rocking chair factory - somehow both sleek and jumpy.

Faint silvery lines mar much of his skin, though this tracery of scars is most prominent on the outsides of his forearms, the top of his shoulders and back, and the top of his thighs. Healers should easily recognize the signs of extensive healing and re-wounding.

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Pronunciation: "Math-ay-ess"
House: Silverdew
Scars: Faint silvery cross-hatching on forearms and shoulders.
Languages: Thalassian, Common, Orcish, Dwarven

At a Glance:
Smells like... A light masculine cologne based on citrus and a clean musk. You'd have to stick your nose against his neck to smell it though.
Glitter and grease. Enchanting dust glitters under his nails and mechanic's grease dirties his cuticles. He definitely works with his hands, and he doesn't much care if you think his glittery skin makes him girly.
Fine tremors. Sometimes, his right hand shakes uncontrollably. It tends to be a fine tremor instead of a violent one, but it can be noticeable if he's holding anything.

Records list House Silverdew among those destroyed in the Razing of Silvermoon. While still a land-owning title, the land is twenty acres of barren, blighted waste now. Clearly, Mathaes knows this and is kind of a dick about it if you bring it up.

Those with some knowledge of noble social circles are likely to recall House Silverdew for a history of contributing patriots and diplomats to Quel'Thalas. Gossip-mongerers might dish that this house suffered an embarrassing tragedy in the wake of the Cataclysm and the elder lord hanged himself! And gracious, has anyone heard from the young lady who was supposed to inherit?

Most of the time, he's better known as the reclusive and irritable owner of Silverdew Servitors on the southwest end of the Bazaar. He repairs arcane constructs and the occasional machine.