Post by Marcus of Greengems on Jul 15, 2008 18:19:07 GMT -6
*Character Name: Marcus of Greengems
Age: 19
*Appearance: Green and earthy browns. Marcus wears these colors upon his baggy robes in varying fashions. Sometimes the green will be hidden and subdued beneath two drapped layers of brown clothe, other times it could be the center point of what he is wearing, but always he wears a single pendant upon his chest, his prized possession, and the reason for his name. The pendant contains a single large green stone, surrounded by three smaller, but no less shinier stones of the same color. His eyes are often hidden behind his long blonde, unkempt bangs, but they are a dull grey blue if you happen to catch site of them and his rather narrow, sullen face.
Class: Scholar/Rogue
*Personality: Sullen is one way to put it. Marcus is always attempting to avoid conversation, grunting one way or another if he is asked a question, rarely speaking for anything but something that needs precision. He is not unfriendly, he simply wishes not to speak, and rather to listen, like a cipher of information, and it makes him appear anti-social much of the time. His preference for communication is in writing.
*History: Marcus is one of the few original inhabitants of Calando, the son of a middle age archeologist father and a deceased home maker mother. His father would rave day in and day out about his findings, and Marc could do naught but listen, never allowing himself to speak up with his opinions. He thought his father would think less of him if he disproved two or three of his ideas, some of which made his father ridiculed in the scholarly world.
It was not until the sudden sweeping attacks f the Cambiare that he grew to resent the world at large. Slowly, people became refugees. coming to the city to escape the terribly "plague" that was sweeping the world. He did not like this. Calando had always been quiet, sleepy place, only important for the knowledge that could be gained from it. With more people came more ridicule for his father, and it would eventually force him to turn to stealing for a living as people laughed his father from stores, preventing them from buying the goods they needed.
It was like this that Marcus' father died, deprived of scholarly fellowship, of companionship, and of proper nutrition, passing away in his sleep, leaving only one thing, a silver pendant set with green stones...
*RP Sample: The sky was dark, and the only lights that shone in the night were the ones held by the guards upon the great wall, far on the other side of Calando. Not a living soul was awake, and it was this that made Marcus grin. With this state of affairs, he would be able to sneak into the Citadel, to steal what relics resided in it's twisting passages and giant vaults.
The thought of a rune laden trinket made his grin grow larger. What could he learn from what was written upon such a thing? And what could he sell it off for after it's secrets had been revealed?
Stealthily, he pushed the massive door to the Citadel open, its hinges squeaking loudly as it swung inward. Not loud enough to wake anyone, but loud enough to make the scholarly thief cringe. The darkness beyond was inviting, and he made his way in, careful to avoid what traps he knew existed within, the traps that had been noted by dead archaeologist when the Citadel had first been visited.
He let loose a quick prayer to whatever god was listening, to pardon those poor souls, and stealthily went on, the smile never quite leaving his face.
Age: 19
*Appearance: Green and earthy browns. Marcus wears these colors upon his baggy robes in varying fashions. Sometimes the green will be hidden and subdued beneath two drapped layers of brown clothe, other times it could be the center point of what he is wearing, but always he wears a single pendant upon his chest, his prized possession, and the reason for his name. The pendant contains a single large green stone, surrounded by three smaller, but no less shinier stones of the same color. His eyes are often hidden behind his long blonde, unkempt bangs, but they are a dull grey blue if you happen to catch site of them and his rather narrow, sullen face.
Class: Scholar/Rogue
*Personality: Sullen is one way to put it. Marcus is always attempting to avoid conversation, grunting one way or another if he is asked a question, rarely speaking for anything but something that needs precision. He is not unfriendly, he simply wishes not to speak, and rather to listen, like a cipher of information, and it makes him appear anti-social much of the time. His preference for communication is in writing.
*History: Marcus is one of the few original inhabitants of Calando, the son of a middle age archeologist father and a deceased home maker mother. His father would rave day in and day out about his findings, and Marc could do naught but listen, never allowing himself to speak up with his opinions. He thought his father would think less of him if he disproved two or three of his ideas, some of which made his father ridiculed in the scholarly world.
It was not until the sudden sweeping attacks f the Cambiare that he grew to resent the world at large. Slowly, people became refugees. coming to the city to escape the terribly "plague" that was sweeping the world. He did not like this. Calando had always been quiet, sleepy place, only important for the knowledge that could be gained from it. With more people came more ridicule for his father, and it would eventually force him to turn to stealing for a living as people laughed his father from stores, preventing them from buying the goods they needed.
It was like this that Marcus' father died, deprived of scholarly fellowship, of companionship, and of proper nutrition, passing away in his sleep, leaving only one thing, a silver pendant set with green stones...
*RP Sample: The sky was dark, and the only lights that shone in the night were the ones held by the guards upon the great wall, far on the other side of Calando. Not a living soul was awake, and it was this that made Marcus grin. With this state of affairs, he would be able to sneak into the Citadel, to steal what relics resided in it's twisting passages and giant vaults.
The thought of a rune laden trinket made his grin grow larger. What could he learn from what was written upon such a thing? And what could he sell it off for after it's secrets had been revealed?
Stealthily, he pushed the massive door to the Citadel open, its hinges squeaking loudly as it swung inward. Not loud enough to wake anyone, but loud enough to make the scholarly thief cringe. The darkness beyond was inviting, and he made his way in, careful to avoid what traps he knew existed within, the traps that had been noted by dead archaeologist when the Citadel had first been visited.
He let loose a quick prayer to whatever god was listening, to pardon those poor souls, and stealthily went on, the smile never quite leaving his face.
