Full Name: Martyn of Derryderrydown
D.O.B: 20th October
Place of Birth: Derryderrydown ('The Capital of Twee!')
Next of Kin: Don't call my family if I'm injured. They'll come and Morris Dance at me till I get better out of sheer desperation.
School: Indiscriminate Whacking
Reasons for Joining: My family would only accept a career which involved me hitting things with sticks. At least this way I don't have to deal with the bells, handkerchiefs and folk music too.
FOR OFFICIAL USE ONLY:
Martyn is about as normal an Imp as anyone could find in Derryderrydown or anywhere really, and has thankfully not inherited the local habit of ending every sentence with "Hey nonny nonny!"
HRH Flibbage of Faerie
Martyn would handle a quarterstaff much better if he just stopped skipping around during practice.
End-of-year report *MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR CH1-12!*
MARTYN OF DERRYDERRYDOWN
Martyn has been one of the quieter students in the dojo this year, which is understandable after the events of the play. His work has picked up again recently, though, and he seems to be happier.
Everything was a mess. *sigh...* okay I guess it was my fault a little bit too, but still... anyway, I'm not going to make any stupid assumptions next year.