"Light, straight hair, a trifle sharp-featured, a small smile. [...] He was several inches taller than Random, but of the same light build. His chin and cheekbones had the same general cut to them, his hair was of a similar texture."

So said Corwin of me in The Hand of Oberon, and we all know to take Corwin's word for anything.

Heh. Here's how some others see Martin:

Antonio's Amber Family Snapshot Album - Martin does The Look.
Nocifer's Trumps Page - Find out what my name means.

This has got to be my favest Martin Trump ever.

And here is how Martin sees life, the universe and everything, as expressed in song.

Martin At A Glance:

Martin's Story

Martin was born in Rebma, the undersea reflection of Amber about seventy years ago now, by Amber's reckoning. He was the bastard of Prince Random of Amber, and of Princess Morganthe of Rebma, who subsequently committed suicide after his birth. When he came of age, he walked the Pattern of Rebma and vanished, never to be seen within that realm again.

In more recent years, however, he came to dwell in Amber, the city of his father, apparently reconciled with him. Then the Princes went to war in shadow, leaving only Gerard to defend Amber as her Regent, and Martin. During the years that followed, Martin slowly earned a name for himself, one he hoped would free him finally of any association with the reckless and feckless Random. Fat chance.

The war against Chaos ended, the Princes returned, and Random was their King. He duly recognised Martin as his son, and named him Heir, a situation that doesn't seem to have cemented family relations or ensured stability for the war-wearied city of Amber. What does the future hold? Knives in the dark, without doubt.

These are the basic facts of Martin's life, known by anyone who takes an interest in these sorts of things. As for the rest of it, the things that happen in darkened rooms, back alleys and in the wild spaces deep in the shadowlands... Well, you can either read the logs, or ask him in person.

Ok, so the MUSH is gone. But Primal Martin lives on, and I'll keep these pages up for as long as I can get away with it.