The beast of a man named Zaroff Muldoon is a Varisian of questionable noble decent. He has been employed by many a local lord as hired muscle. When a local lord needs order or to impress his will on some local peasants or make a point to another noble, Zaroff is among the list of those commonly employed. His weapons of choice are a well crafted dueling pistol, and an immense sabre.
Of impressive musculature and height, Zaroff is impeccably well groomed with dark slicked back hair and a perfectly maintained moustache that leads down directly into his sideburns. He wears a finely tailored longcoat, under which can be seen a resplendantly polished breastplate. With a bolt upright and chin up posture, he reeks of arrogance and confidence in equal measure. The most distinguishing feature he has to offer is his eyes. Grey and unflinching, they have no feeling or remorse behind them, they are purely emotionless.
He finds himself today at the site of the late Professor Lorimer's funeral. Though he does not recall Lorimer, he suspects he may have somehow benefitted the Professor at some point with one of his rare acts of unwarranted kindness. His attendence is reliant on his interest that there could be something worthwhile in the will.
