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Mathis Leroux is the second son of a family of commoners that till the soil in one of the villages close to Blancbier. His days were spent with his four other siblings, assisting with crops and thoroughly enjoying the life of a commoner family that was doing well. More than well, really, their farm is very successful in the region, earning them a not insignificant amount of silver and marking them as a prominent family within the region. Young Mathis would grow to know some of the scions of the ruling family, some better than others. As he grew older, his passion for the world outdoors grew deeper and more substantial. He graduated beyond just helping his family with the yearly crops and became an accomplished hunter and tracker at a young age and often assisted grand hunting parties orchestrated by the Wyrmguards. The natural world called to him, and he spent more time in forests than he did in the village of his birth. After serving as a Disciple of Petrichor for a number of years, he finally decided to take the plunge and dove headlong into his studies of theology and joined the Faith as a Godsworn brother. He would subsequently journey to the Oathlands, seeing to the needs of the Faithful and assisting those that might be in need of his particular specialties in agriculture and animal husbandry. Brother Mathis was a popular sight to the villages he traveled between, especially during the spring when all the baby animals were being born and later in the summer when farmers needed assistance with crops. All went well for several years. He was called in late 1015 to investigate the matter of a blighted grove, but unfortunately fell ill during the process. After a lengthy recovery period, he was recalled to Arx by Dominus Aureth. It was then and there that he found out he had been promoted to the position of Archlector of Petrichor, an announcement that he found very surprising to say the least.

Mathis is tall, long of limb and broad across the shoulders. He doesn't carry on his body a tremendous amount of muscle, what he does have is more whipcord. Rangy. He's the sort of man that's built for agility and speed, and as such he moves with a significant economy of movement. His dark hair has a subtle wave to it, often cut short and allowed to dust the tops of his ears. He has a broad, charming smile that truly reaches his clear blue eyes, and his looks are what could be described as conventionally attractive. There's a hawkishness to his nose however, offering a bit more character than his features might have had otherwise. His skin is sunkissed, bronzed from many hours spent out in the fields and forests. His hands are strong, scattered with a variety of knicks and scars that speak to his time spent actively working.

Mathis is a man that's in possession of a dry humor, it's one that he applies liberally to most situations. This is largely due to having learned a long time ago that laughter is the quickest way to diffuse an argument. And he'd much rather spend his time focusing on getting on with his work and being productive than being bogged down in petty disagreements. As someone growing up with four other siblings and a score of cousins, he played peace maker more often than not and was quick to try and soothe hurt feelings.