Thank you, I left it vague to begin with to allow for him to be woven into any story. If you want a more concrete where he is now and where he is going I can get you that.
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Background.:
It always came down to it, the blood and the fear and the death... always the death. Why couldn't they see that? Tried to give up the old ways. Tried to put down roots and do the simple life of a farmer... but they always find me still. Always someone needing saved... and they try so hard to save people.
Fools don't understand evil. It is everywhere, in everything, and you have to root it out. I can's save your little girl if it lets that orc band go, they will kill whole villages if I don't stop them here. The boys were only controlled by magic and not evil in themselves, but I could not spare them so their blood is on my hands. And I will take that. I will bathe in blood if it was needed, wade through to my eyes in a sea of poor lost souls, all so I can save the world. What is one town, one family, one person as compared to the weight of a world? What fool was I though? Tried to turn away from it, tried to have a family, a wife, children... worked my land, tilled my soil, planted my seed.. and then those goblins were sighted. Always some evil, should have killed them right away, but I had to worry about my children, my wife, my land. The rulers will deal with them... now I have no land, no wife, not even my little Sasha survived. Now I just have my old armor, my old tools, and the blood on my hands. Just like before...like I never left... Personality:
Marcus is a grizzled old man who has seen the world and the evil in it. His heart has been hardened by it all and this can turn many away. He does not hold to any God, thinking them fickle beings, he instead believes in the strength of a good man doing a hard job bringing down evil one body at a time, he is that good man. appearance:
Marcus is a middle aged human who has gone grey long before his time. A face, weathered from a life time of outdoor living and hard work, very rarely sees a smile crack his imposing visage. His armor looks old, but well cared for. His weapons are the same way. His body screams Ulfen in size and facial features, but he speaks with a Kalish accent and his gear bares many peculiarities as if pieced together and repaired a crossed Avistan. There is a quiet unease that is felt by any who stay near him for too long. I am only going to submit Marcus. I do not want to put forth a character for another role and then regret that it was chosen over this one.
Going to throw my hat in the ring for skills. Working on a good backstory right now.
Also love the tetori monk. Terracotta is pretty interesting as well.
For my part I have my eye on the Marshal position.
Good evening to you gentle folk, and blessings of the Dark Prince be upon you. Personality:
Marcus is actually a quite affable doctor, always smiling as he sews up a wound, always telling a joke as he digs in to remove those thorns you just happened to fall in to. Not many would guess him for a follower of a mad and murderous god, the pain is all quite normal right, the agony just part of the cure. No one would ever suspect that he was the reason little children go missing when they misbehave, young damsels never make it home when they sneak out to visit that man with the dreamy eyes, and why the homeless population always goes in to decline when he is in town. Background: The seed of madness is in the blood, sweet nectar that flows, beautiful glistening fountains of it... and it is sheltered, nay protected... Nurtured in the bosom of family. Picture a simple child, born to a prominent family, given all the gifts of life. Two parents, a good roof over his head, food in his belly... such a spoiled brat. Now picture this kid bullying a poor child who was never given a chance... a poor malnourished child orphaned out on the street, but he doesn't know this poor weak defenseless child has a secret darkness roiling up inside. NO, he doesn't see as the rock hits him in the back of the head one day. Pity too that he did not get to see as his skin was cut and flesh pulled back, his eyes torn out and all those pretty white teeth bashed in. Learned not to kill them, at least not at first. Learned many new things from that boys bloodied corpse.
Now picture a boy with a taste for killing, killing those who deserve it as far as he sees it. A boy with a warped sense of order and justice growing up with a purpose. A man who grows up with the knowledge that might makes right. The mighty do what they can, the meek suffer what they must, and this man would never be a meek boy again. Dark prayers, bloody sacrifices, hedonistic displays of debauchery, these are the privileges of the strong. Those who can not hold on to such things deserve to have everything they are ripped away from them. If you want to make the world a better place for yourself you have to take what pain comes, and inflict it back a thousand fold. Let the world drown in blood and terror, and never let them see your weakness again.
Marcus looks to safety and back towards the fleeing figure."Now is as good a day as any." He flashes a smile at Raelyn and rushes directly for the little man. "Run for the hill, I will catch up if I can."
"Good idea, high ground would be preferable. Somewhere defensible."
Marcus rushes up 30ft and lets loose a blast of wind and rain.
Marcus let's a stone fly with his sling.
"I have some small skill with ranged magics, other than that I am not what you would call range inclined."
Marcus breathes and prepares himself for the fight he assumes is just around the corner. Scanning around for obvious ambushes.
"This will be a most auspicious adventure.” Marcus is ready and willing.
"Bright beginnings indeed, a wonderful start for adventure. I do expect this will be an interesting excursion. Many new experiences to be had." Marcus absentmindedly chatters and beams a smile at all involved.
"It would seem I should go with, if nothing else it should be interesting." Marcus looks to the paladin as he speaks. "I am... Marcus, yes Marcus is a good name. Blessed to be trodding this soil by Lathander's bright grace.”
Marcus smiles at the the current humor of this congregation. People can be funny little things,so worth living to see.
The man named Marcus continues to absentmindedly listen to the conversation, waiting for a decisive plan... and anyone to actually acknowledge him.
Seeing the group gathered around the notice, Marcus will wander up. "What is so interesting over here?"
Good luck storming the castle folks.
We should be fine with all the unhurt able characters. If they hit us we are doing something wrong.
Hey Hrimnagel, I just noticed that besides our class related bits we have basically built the same svirf.
Placed in alias itself, if you don't like me using bestiary format let me know and I will use your alias format.
This is the alias. and fluff is in the earlier post with spoilers.
I forgot to say, I am all done with character build.
Made some minor changes, aka took shadowform at first as I had one of those this will work for story thoughts.
Fluffy goodness:
None had ever came so far to take the test, a gnome of Dwimovel the deep city of the deep gnome traveling to Absalom to apply was almost unheard of. None had come from such humble beginings, born to humble mushroom farmers that kept Dwimovel fed, coming from a large family of five and content to live his life harvesting those self same patches of shrooms as his parents before him. None had ever suffered so much, parents and siblings lost to a morlock raid on their mushroom farm, wife and children lost to a drow slave taker, hardship upon hardship heaped upon his soul as he journeyed up after rather than return to Dwimovel. None had come as prepared, having mastered himself every step of the way, blending shadow and form into one and having learned to teach and guide others along the way.
Then how should this one fail? Was he not good enough? Was he not strong enough? Was he not lucky enough? No, nothing so simple. He did not succeed as he was never meant to succeed. His test a sham, his failure a disgrace. Five years wasted performing the same task over and over. Wake, read from the book, recite what he had learned, five years and two million words later... and for what. On the day of his test he felt confidence, he knew he was ready. A recitation from memory of the grand history of the lodge, every name, every deed, all for him to tell. two million words, two days of recitation, no sleep, no food, and when he came to the end he sat and he stared. Surely now he could be part of something that would not die. A family that would live on. His heart fell as they told him he had not passed. Two pages, a mere four hundred and fifty-six words, , missing from a point where their loss would not be noticed by the reader. Noticed by the judges though, enough to have failed the test. All because he was not meant to pass, an impossible test given because one cruel person did not want his entrance. He never found out why his tester had wanted him to fail, maybe she had not believed he would make a valued member. It mattered not. Now comes the point of no return, now plunges the syringe, now pumps the painful brew. Burning and tearing through, killing, destroying, ripping from existence. No time, no chance, a failure again, no way out. As he lie dieing, Marcus reached out to the core gnome, the primal shadow, the way before the exodus. Marcus reached past the veil and latched on to what gnomes were before they left, the control of shadow and manipulation of the first world. He dragged his life backing kicking and screaming as he fled his dissolving body and came to rest in his shadow now made flesh. This is what it means to be gnome he thought, this is what it means to be whole again." Personality and Appearance: Marcus started out as a strong willed, dutiful, unassuming man. Willing to take on anything the society could ask of him. Now, he has been warped not only in body, but in mind. Detached and distant, cold and calculating, every word and deed planned, every action carefully orchestrated. His body now a literal shadow of its former self. Wisps of hair fade now away into a hazy background of indistinct shape and color. Eyes and mouth now mere rends of red in the fog and smoke.
Will have fluff up by midnight tonight. Sorry for the delay.
Plan on it actually. Not building for damage but for full bardic make everyone else awesome wax on wax off sensei.
Svirfneblin monk. stealthy little teacher type. Working on backstory now. Also need to do items but that is less important.
Hmm so this means you don't like capaldi. Ahem cough cough he is Scottish.
Not sad at all. If that is how you like to get your news then it is good for you. Could be worse anyway, my mother is always calling me and discussing the days Tagesschau and Tagesthemen. Also used to keep up more with Anne Will but it is harder to set aside time for it anymore. As far as Who, I liked Peter Davidson, of the new I am waiting to see how the new doctor is portrayed before passing judgement.
Marcus winces in pain as the bolt finds its way to the bone. His gasp of pain is audible to all around him. Marcus takes a step to the right to catch his balance and re-steady himself. "Thank you lord for giving me this chance to be stronger than I was made" With that more dark energy will pore from his body to flood the area with pain.
Marcus nods solemnly to the dwarf."I do hope it will not come to that, I would hate to have to remove bolts from our friends. It would be... messy work." With that, Marcus prepare himself to take the right side. He waits patiently for the others to fall in line.
I am pretty self sufficient so whatever gets handed to me is fine. In character Marcus isn't even going to ask about the money, he will just quietly accept whatever share people hand him.
Marcus continues with his prayer."May your many resplendent tortures be meted upon those worthy of torment."
Ahem cough cough,"Oh Lord and Savior I beseech thee, pass thy pain over me and unto mine enemies."
I am good with consensus no matter what. I just like the ability to play without it devolving into out of game in fighting.
Ahh a bit of a chase to get the blood flowing. Marcus begins to give chase with Taurven, his long robes flutter and swish as he tries to keep pace.
"I would say you are correct sir. Our way seems to lead us to the east now. Although it would probably be best if we wait for the others to return." Marcus idly waits for the others to join them, not wishing to try his luck by himself.
Morning comes to fast, as it has always. Sleep, a tattered patchwork of nightmare and near waking. Marcus rises to greet a new day. Shambling towards his pack; disheveled; broken; barely conscious; Marcus pulls forth a scalpel from his healer's kit. Marcus spends an hour carving a pair of roses into his skin, this time he carves them upon his feet. The scalpel slowly winds its way through his flesh, never deep enough to cause any real lasting harm, just deep enough to draw blood and part flesh. After this Marcus takes the time to clean the small blade and looses himself in prayer to the great savior, all pain a shadow of the pain which he endures for the world, a shadow of what lies beyond beneath the cracks in reality. Renewed to the world by pain, and enured to it by the same; Marcus is ready to meet with his companions. Spells today 0th Create Water, Detect Magic, Mending 1st Cure Lightx2, Domain Cure light Heavy plodding steps, designed to place pressure on the roses cut into his feet, drag Marcus to the morning table. Marcus will sit close to his companions; he waits patiently for any interesting tidbit of information.
Marcus will quietly follow his companions to grab a bite before turning in for the night.
"I for one would say we should deal with the problem we have been contracted to."
"Information sir, pure and simple." Marcus stares into the Tieflings eyes, standing for all the world as if he had answered the question definitively.
All sounding good so far sir. Trust me, I understand english as the second language barrier. It seems to be working out for you though.
"Having trouble solving the puzzle? Mind if I give it a try?" Marcus sits expectantly next to Red-Jack.
Now knowing who he has been looking for in this crowded den of iniquity, Marcus will walk boldly up to Red-Jack."Hello there sir. I am Marcus Teric, and I and my compatriots have been sent here to seek information that you may possess. May I sit with you sir." Marcus waits quietly for a response.
Not an issue sir. Appreciate the attempt to include everyone equaly.
"A drink would be sufficient." Marcus says to the bar keep. Marcus will look over at the dwarf when he starts to laugh. A look not of curiosity but merely one of acknowledgement of a singular event. Impassive eyes stare out at the bar, gauging the individuals as his gaze passed over each in turn.
Marcus glowers at the guard."Interesting, a poor reception indeed. Well, we will just have to see how this goes. My name is Marcus Teric" Marcus smiles at the sound of sermon. It seems to be a wonderful sermon. Marcus looks to see what symbols were being used. Spells: 0th:Create Water, Detect Magic, Mending 1st Cure Lightx2,
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