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About Marak Quan

Marak Quan
Human male Cleric 3, N, Nethys
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Born to a Varisian scribe and a Taldan merchant in the cosmopolitan city of Absalom, Marak spent his young years seeking out the source of the strange markings on his skin, markings that have since developed along with his mystical training into full-fledged tattoos, in the Varisian style, marking him as having great potential in the arts of Conjuration. His mother, having long departed the city, had no explanations for him, and his father would not speak of such things, growing sullen at any mention of his departed wife, so Marak was forced to seek out tutelage where he could, and discovered that the only source of such esoteric information that he could afford was that provided by pledging service in the temple of Nethys. Now an acolyte of that faith, Marak worked off his debt as a scribe and illuminator of holy texts for the lore and research required to master his tattoo’s power.

A new development has given him cause for concern, as more markings have begun to appear on his flesh, usually after strange dreams of great obelisks, covered with similar markings that glow like fire in time with those on his skin. The wise men at the temple began to look at him askance with this new development, and he realized that he was on the brink of going from acolyte to research subject.

Spending his hoarded savings on protective gear (armor, shield, weapons), Marak booked passage to the wilderness of Varisia, country of his long-vanished mother, to see if he can find these haunted columns that plague his dreams, and discover the source and meaning of these arcane markings that have seared themselves into his skin, and upon his very soul.

Marak's complexion favors his fathers paler Taldane tones, but he has his mothers long, black hair and dark eyes. He's always been 'big-boned,' and, until his recent trek half-way around the world, was somewhat overweight, again, like his father. A bout of illness that left him shuddering on the floor throughout his entire sea voyage to Sandpoint helped him to lose the last of his baby fat, and he's come to regard that illness, as awful as it was, as something of a mixed blessing. His clothes are still a bit loose, as they were purchased when he was heavier. His most visible tattoo travels along his left arm, with runic characters starting on the back of his hand and moving in three rows all the way up to his shoulder. Much paler, so faint as to not be decipherable, similar track of different runes can be seen on his right arm, on both legs and crossing his chest and belly.

When he uses his Acid Splash power from his Varisian Conjuring Tattoo, the runes flare up a dazzling green, running in the moment of casting from his shoulder to his hand, as if the acid is moving beneath the skin.