Horte
Sobriquet: Horte, Foul, Idiot, Cretin, Puke
Appearance: Horte is short, 5' tall at the top of his bald, sweating pate. His shoulders and chest are huge and thick with rolled muscle. Horte is hideous, his face and head are mishappen, having been broken and allowed to set in unnatural angles. His left eye waters constantly, his right eye rolled out and blaring red. His breathing has weird tenors to it, and his speech is nasal and stilted.
Behavior: Horte is a thrall in mind and heart. He serves the lady blindly, having been long ago beaten into submission. He is servile and stupid. Hortes head and face are constantly in pain, and when puzzled or unsure (something that is nearly constant) he has a tendency to rub his cheeks and eyes. Horte also has the twisted desires of those who have been degraded and beaten so long they no longer see themselves as people. His mistress from time to time uses him to punish those who anger her, and allows him to take them "Under" and satisfy himself. Horte doesn't tell anyone what he does with them, no one intelligent asks.
History: Horte was born to pictish parents, dim from birth but strong in body. As a very young man he was taken by Gauls and sold into slavery. Dim as he is, several masters beat him mercilessly, and one nearly beat him to death with a club leaving his head and face badly disfigured. Witte bought him and nursed him back to health so as to have muscle that wouldn't think too much.
Recent Events: Horte recently has been being given Metel Pastus, a bitter paste that relieves pain and causes visions and revelations. In the throws of the paste Horte has come to new understandings. When not actively working for Witte, Horte has been doing odd jobs for his new friend in exchange for the paste.
