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Marcus, Ashes to Dust.

kaza125

Lord of Altera
Name: Marcus
Nickname/Alias: Marcus
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Build: Tall/Stocky, a soldiers chest.
Hair:Grey mob like hair, though hidden under his hood.
Eyes: Onyx
Skin: A pale white.
Tattoos/Scars: His sword hand has been severed and has a cut on right eye which has healed, but still unable to see with it.
Distinguishing Features: The eye.


General information
Choice of Weapon: Marcus hold a small blade which he used to use for his prosthetic hand.
Physical Flaws: Not a fast runner, has been out of practice in sword fighting.
Physical Qualities: Strong built arms and an excellent hunter.
Clothes: Basic cloth clothing, above this he wears a white/grey hooded robe, he does not wear noble cloth of any sort, not anymore.
Hygiene
: Washes when he can.
Voice: A noble tone, now strained and tired.

Where has he been, how has he changed?


The Arcturian Empire was at its height. His own creation of Imperialism had changed things, people. People had died, because of this, people he knew and liked. This action continued to attach to Marcus, slowly devouring him, he feared he would destroy everything that he created and hurt more people. He grabbed what belongings he could and left without a whisper to a mouth.
He found himself drawn to the Western Lands where the nether portal was held, great history laid there, history he was apart of. Taking passage to Zewport Marcus spent his time setting in. He walked around the lands remembering the great battles that were fought and the people that were lost. He even bought himself to the portal... A darken ruin with history of depravity.
His time alone, he found comfort in books. The tales and history made him feel a little less lonely, because each day, he would read something new.
He hunted in the lands from his previous experience, he gradually came to enjoy it, killing things just so he could survived. The thrill he enjoyed.
Being alone, changed Marcus for the worse. Stuck in a grey ash land with only books of the past Marcus learned new things and changed his own thoughts. He started to blame the other Arcturians for his demise, they failed to see the true vision of the empire, they didn't understand what he did, what he saw. Maybe... Maybe he was wrong to fight the Queen Grief and her weapon of corruption. Marcus questioned the books he read. Did this woman want to kill everyone and everything just because she evil?
There was a purpose to it, there had to be a true purpose to it all.
Being alone changed him... The his mind worked... He believed the Queen Grief aimed to purify Altera... Remove those who would kill us all.
She wasn't trying to kill us, she was trying to save us.



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Family Heritage: He tends to to think of it, but he comes from the line of the Arcturians who are now a house near to dead.

Worships: During his time in Zewport and the lands near it Marcus had lost all faith, but after time he found his love of books, history of Altera. He gradually came to grow fond of Queen Grief, believing she was doing the right thing. Soon after at times Marcus began to pray for her return, and that one day the corruption would purify Altera and remove the ones who plan to kill us all.

Disabilities/Illnesses: Blind in one eye and has only his left hand.

Intelligence Level: Marcus is quite intelligent. Through his experience as a soldier to a House Lord where he has been tutored by his elder Magnus. He has also read a lot of books about the art of warfare.

Known Languages: The common tongue.

Title: Marcus

Political alignment: None.

Personality: He is a volatile and depraved man. His actions haunt him, though he holds them back, but after time he reveals his true beliefs.

Fears/Insecurities/Phobias:
To die alone.

Short Term Goals: Save Lord Fronte.
Long Term Goals: Fight along the corruption if it would return and kill the remaining Arcturians.
Alignment: Depravity
Profession:
None
Hometown: None
Current Home: A room, upstairs in the Naught Inn.

Marcus's Theme





Favorite:
Color: Red
Food/drinks: Bacon/ Dark Ale.
Animal: Spider.
Activity: Marcus actively hunts, during his time in the Western lands he survived on it, he had done this so much he had overtime enjoyed the activity. Ending an animals life in a swift action, he took enjoyment in.

Least Favorite:
Color: Blue
Food/drinks: Potatoes/Water
Animal: Cows
Activity: Knitting.
Person: The remaining Arcturians.


Known for:
Being the second Lord of Arcturus
Refusing to help the Queen in the matters of the Exodus while threatening her aswell in front of an audience.
Writing the book, 'Imperialism'.

Marcus at the height of his Lordship (Done by the great mich)




Character Quotes

-"When the power of love, overcomes the love for power, only then will Altera see peace".

-"I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes".

-"The most dangerous part about life, is not living".

-"I will come to your lands and all that will remain, will be the ashes, of your dead".

The Backstory of Marcus
During the pre-manhood of his life, Marcus was no Arcturian nor an esteemed Lord. He was a Dondarrion with the title 'The Town Drunks Kid'.
Marcus was an only child and rarely had much friends due to the actions of his father. His father was called Beric, a man in his late thirties who was a veteran soldier, wounded and the war ended. Beric's dealing with the empty thrill and purpose resulted in the foundation of his anger which he would retain through heavy drinking and release it by beating Marcus's mother, Elisha.
She was a baker at day, known well in the village, but at night she was a mouse, for ever trapped in fear by her beloved husband...
This weekly fear she lived in impacted Marcus severely as he never talked to his father and he wasn't allowed out because of him. Marcus talked and sometimes laughed with his mother when he could and when she could even smile with her bruised and blooded lip, though the conversations would happen less often week after week. All of this occurred for Marcus from age 6 to 13 ...
But one day, Marcus was angry himself... He wasn't sad and fearful like yesterday, he had power through the strength, he gained through anger, which came from hatred.
On this night his father Beric came in stumbling as usual, his beard dripping with ale to the floorboards in the same spot and his mother was just sitting there... Knowing what she would face, just ready for another scar.
Beric came through and slapped his wife he loved some much across her left cheek. She fell to the floor with the chair tumbled over. Beric laughed and went looking for another mug to fill his thirst.
The anger bubbled out of Marcus, he went straight to his father's room, dug straight into an old tattered chest and found a small blade. He gripped it with strength and stomped back to the trouble where his father told him to go back, 'Get back to your room'. He said calmly, yet the coldness was clear.
'To your room, NOW!'. He shouted with ale spurting at his son's face.

Beric went to grab his 13 year old son by the throat, but before he could Marcus slashed with the blade across the palm of his father. A furious Beric approaches him again, more quickly this time, stopping him from slashing his father again with the knife, but Marcus tries to fight back. Son and father tumble into the kitchen, wrestling for the knife, his mother Elisha screams at them to stop as the struggle escalates, Beric forcefully takes the knife from his son, now sitting on top of his son, Beric slashes from the left rapidly across Marcus's face, cutting his right eye. He goes to pull the knife up again to drive it into his son, certain to kill him, but the knife fell from his grip to the floor... blood dripped from his the inners of his shirt, he felt his chest...
His body was quickly turned over to the floor with Elisha on top of her husband and she tearfully, but furiously stabbed him in the head multiple times shouting at him.

She was hanged a day later by the town guards accused of murder...
Marcus was sent to live with his Uncle Rynic in another town...
 
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Angryboy

Natus de Aurum; Natus ex bellum
*sobs wildly*

Sorry, just been reading over your other character profiles. People say stuff about their characters having a huge history... but you.... you've RPed 20 years (plus a good few more years in back-story). Marcus has such a deep history... *babbles*

Long Term Goals: Fight along the corruption if it would return and kill the remaining Arcturians.
Alignment: Depravity
As much as I should hate this, I can't help but love the sudden turn of events. Amaaaaaazing!
Also FYI; I think the only "remaining Arcturian" would be the Engems (part of the Empire) and Storm. And I imagine Storm won't go down without a fight.

This is going to be very very interesting! Like one of those historical battles of destiny!
 

Goldengem25

The Kingdom Crusher
Storm's an Engem. The Engem are pretty much there and in RP'd take out a massive chunk of disgruntled Arcturians who would turn their back on Novus :p

"lol barbars suk"

"at least they hav workrs rites an pensions u sivilizd dog"
 
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