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Markisbeest

Lord of Altera
Markus Groothart, a human born with black hair and a firm build, like most of his father's line. His family lead a band of very succesful raiders. But when his father turned his back on the raiders to marry his true love, their wealth soon degraded. As an honest man his father was not as succesful, but he and his wife, who was the daughter of a farmer, lived a happy and content life. That is untill Markus was born, because while giving life to him, his mother couldn't sustain herself and she died shortly after giving birth. His father didn't take this well, and while trying to love his son, he started drinking, and blaming him more and more for taking away his only joy in life. After some 10 years, he hang himself, forcing his child to be taken to an orphanage.

At the age of fifteen he ran away from the orphanage to explore the world. Where he soon came in touch with all types of people, but only one had an influence on him worth mentioning, a dark-robed man who told him about Kilrox. Markus was horrified by this god, untill the man started to talk about his stance on oppression. Markus listened more closely from that moment and he enjoyed the tales about oppression in the name of this cruel god. Markus had no thirst for the blood of others, but he was very aware that with cruelty came powers far greater then with chivalry, as his father had reminded him time and again. His father had also motivated him to always strife for power. He never saw the dark-robed man again, but he left a lasting impression, as Markus now saw that to obtain power, his best guess would be to honor Kilrox. He became a master manipulator, appearing friendly at the surface, but always looking for a way to obtain power from his dealings. Not shunning any means to obtain it, gladly backstabbing, betraying or lying to anyone.

As his confidence, and his manipulative behaviour advanced he became aware of his biggest flaw, his tunnel vision on power. Not looking at possibilities other then the ones that had profit straight away he realised that his decisions sometimes backfired. He changed, became the longer the more cautious, which without him knowing became a new flaw. His manipulative nature stayed however and he always remembered his goal: power.

Markus respects, but at the same time envies all with power greater then his. Being glad to take it from them. He however dislikes the chivalrous kings, but respects their power nonetheless.

He has a sympathy for orphans, and a dislike for bandits, of the likes who mercilessly abandoned his father, he however understands their purpose in Altera.

and to make it complete one of those template thingies for the people who prefer that:

Name: Markus Groothart
Nickname/Alias: *none so far*
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 1.80 meter
Weight: 75 kg
Hair: Black hair cut loosely
Eyes: Blue
Skin: White, a bit tinted.
Identifying Marks: *none so far*
Appearance: Well-built young man.
Strengths: Greatly manipulative, Eyes on the prize.
Weaknesses and fears: Overly cautious, Tunnel visioned.
Religion and cults: Follower of Kilrox, yet more out of necessity then out of love for cruelty (from his point of view)
Profession: Scavenger for a long time, woodcutter, hunter and various other very temporary jobs.

I have not yet been whitelisted, have been accepted, so I thought I'd start of with creating a character, please tell me what you think, and pardon any grammatical errors I made, as English is not my primary language. Thanks :)
 

Markisbeest

Lord of Altera
(short update, cbb to go into too much detail)

As his first days in Altera belonged to the past he joined a town named Nilfheim. Here, in this town of warriors and everlasting winter he soon discovered his newest love, the sea. As he was given the task of dockmaster, he is now proud to say, that nearly the entirety of the Nilfheim docks are a result of his personal hard work, this is including the fleet of, well, let's say dangerous, warships that the town now has.
As the town, a loyal ally to Stormhold, prepares for war, Markus prepares for bloodshed, only to hope that his acts of cruelty during this period will not only please his god, but also his superiors, making him obtain fame, power and might.
Though the work as a dockmaster is very rewarding in itself, Markus soon hopes to be able to confront the Jarl, to obtain a more noble status, as he so very clearly deserves this.
His next big project shall be saving up to obtain his own place, perhaps even with a shrine that is worthy of a god, such as Kilrox.
 

Markisbeest

Lord of Altera
As the icy wind breathed down his neck, he started, to build what no man, elf or dwarf had ever dared. The work on Uliima Gurum was sadly not without dangers, the Blood God was very fond of lava, so it seemed. Yet he worked on, eyes on the prize. And when it was finally finished it was a temple worthy of a god, worthy of The God.
As he had a place for worship, the only thing needed was worshippers. And so his quest to turn people to Kilrox began. At first there were simply a few vyres to accompany him, but when the priests of Harateth released their ever good, yet surprisingly genocidal curse on the vyres, this changed. Some turned from the true faith, some went missing, presumed to have died wandering out in daylight. The numbers once again got reduced drastically.
Yet thanks to the greatness of the Spiller of Blood they survived, and they've become stronger, converting the population of Altera to their cause in a slow but steady fashion.
Markus hopes that his work has not been for nothing, and his taste for power is far from reduced by the position he was given by his god, High Priest.

(random short update!)
 

Markisbeest

Lord of Altera
A bloodied man walks towards the gates of Stormhold, severed earthspawn heads tied to his belt.
Grinning, he watches the people screaming and running for their houses.
Children screaming, women crying and watchmen cowering.
As he finds the gate to the city shut, he calls out: "I, the great and magnificent Markus Groothart, Lord of the Temple City of Uliima Gurum, High Priest of Kilrox, Captain in the Jarl's Navy, request entry into the city!"
After a moment of silence, the sound of relief is heard: "Open the gates!" They have not forgotten...
For months he had been away, in the mountains, for his god had sent him on a mission: to murder an order of unruly earthspawn. The Creed as they called themselves was an order of assassin-wizards who took up orphans and trained them in the arts of assassination. It annoyed Kilrox, for they used stealth instead of brutal slaughter to eliminate their enemy!
So after a long time the chasing of cowardly earthspawn finally had ended and he returned to Nilfheim to report back for his duty.
As the people stare at the severely bloodied man with a slightly unnerving smile that is walking around town, he suddenly stops and turns around to face a little girl. She is standing there, looking at the man curiously. As the people slowly back up as he nears, the little girl stands there. "Hello there, lovely young lady, what is your name, if I might ask?" The girl answers: "My mother said never to tell a stranger my name, good sir." The man grins, he reaches for his belt and pulls out an earthspawn head. He holds it in front of the girl with a twisted smile. "Take this, it is a present of mine, to you." As he speaks he uses the blood dripping from the head to draw a sword, facing up on the little girl's head. "Thank you very much, sir!" The girl smiles and wanders off, dragging the head behind her. The bloodied man walks towards the docks, humming a song as the people stare at eachother in shock.

(lookadis, I copied over from another post! dw, I'll post something new aswell, sometime...)
 

Markisbeest

Lord of Altera
Angered, yet fearful, that'd be how many a man would describe the feelings that he was feeling now. He would not have any of this! He was better then them. Better then all of them. He wasn't a servant, simply a man who shared a common interest.
That interest, however, was long gone, so it seemed. It sneaked up on him, slowly growing, slowly entangling all who had not been paying attention. Was he the only one who saw the vines tangling around them? Did the others not see how they were slowly becoming just the hosts that this weed would parasitize on, untill it was the only thing left? The leaves of this weed already covered the eyes of the others it seemed.
So be it, he thought to himself. If they are too blind to save themselves, then that'd be their problem. It was a lost cause. He would start over, his own house perhaps. Yes! House Groothart, after himself, as his father, and his grandfather.
But what of this weed? How to stop it's seed from sprouting in this new house?
It came to him in a flash: we simply do not sow any! We will not perform any tasks lower then the absolute highest! We will take what is rightfully ours from the lower classes. They will sow, we will harvest! They will make, we will take! Their needs are but shadows in the light of our glorious desires! We shall take! We shall rule! We will never serve!
We do not sow!

(look, it's an update)
 

Markisbeest

Lord of Altera
For days they had been looking for his will, and at last they found it. "He must've written this with the foam dropping from the corners of his mouth." Gerald said to the others. He had the eyes of his father and his mother's hair, or so he was told. His mother had died before, his father told him she screamed as he had beaten her to death with a shovel. He had seen the shovel, he had kept it for him. And here he was, laughingly sitting with the will of his father, the "High Lord of Uliima Gurum" who only fathered three bastards.​
The other two looked more like their father, Ronald, had his hair, but was the youngest, so his beard wouldn't grow properly yet. His eyes were a deep grey. Like his mother, the other two had joked. His father liked him most, he wasn't stupid, like the others. He never heard how his mother died and everytime he had asked his father would take him to the temple down below. They would visit the execution squares, and every time they saw something potentially deadly, he had mentioned that he could've killed his mother there, in that way, or with that thing. In the end he always told him he'd never know, so to stop asking.​
Edward was the oldest, and took most after his father, morphological that is. His beard, hair and eyes were the exact same, as to which his father often called him "Mirror". His mother was a whore. His father told him she was still alive, somewhere, but her face had a nasty burned scar on it, and her right eye was missing. He knew it was her right eye, because that was the side of her room that the fireplace was on. He always started laughing loudly when he told that, as if it were an inside joke he was telling an old friend.​
Edward spoke: "Open it up, you son of an earthspawn, what are you waiting for?" Gerald gave an angry look, but opened the letter nonetheless. It had father's seal along with the seal of Kilrox. He didn't have either signet ring on him when they found him. He had died of consuming blood of an animal with rabies, the doctors concluded. Most likely a kitten, they had joked amongst themselves. He'd been sick for several days and had sent various servants and slaves running the most mindboggling errands. "Probably because he's going mad" they had mentioned with broad smiles on their faces.​
The letter stated the following:​
"To my dearest, beloved, ungrateful bastard heirs, who no doubt are trying to get their share of my hardearned riches after I've died.
I am sad to mention that none of you are suitable to wear my titles, which I worked hard for. I for that reason have granted my titles to an elf, who is not even my son! If only I could see your faces right this moment, I bet it would be almost as funny as that first time I told Mirror about his mother. Either way, the elf boy will be the only one to be called Groothart, not one of you fat bastards will have any claim to that name, or the prestige along with it. Also will he be able to use my claim for Kingship in Altera as he wishes, and obtain the title of High Priest of Kilrox and the dark gods of Altera, should he choose to worship. If any of these claims are denied to him, then I am certain he will have the strength to kill those who are opposing him.
As for my lands, I have arranged for Uliima to be sold, and my heir, the elf boy, not any of you scum, to obtain the money made by selling it. My houses in other cities will go to him aswell, along with all my other belongings. The most important have been sent to him already, so don't bother looking around my house much further.
I have included a name and a location for the elf boy, might you wish to swear loyalty to him.
Have fun living your lives as the poor useless bastards that you are.
With Lordly greetings,
High Lord Markus Groothart of House Groothart, Ruler of Uliima Gurum, High Priest of Kilrox and the dark gods of Altera, First of his name."
 
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