Marik, Gray
Name of character: Marik, Gray
Nicknames: Talon
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Height: 6'3"
Species/Race: Human
Description/Appearance: He is a tall man with intense dark green eyes and
jet-black hair, he wears a midnight blue plait mail armor with a white
linen shirt underneath, and well-worn black pants and polished black boots.
His sword always strapped to the left side of his hip. The 4’ one
handed sword had old runes inscribed in it’s side (has magical abilities
he’s not figured out yet), a family heirloom of which the blade never
seemed to wear down only the hilt had to be replaced over the years.
Background: Marik was born in Bartose, a small boarder town, where
he grew to the age of 5 when the village was burned his uncle, Alden,
saved him and took him in living with his uncle wasn’t the easiest thing
a militant man Marik learned how to fight quickly though his uncle was
a heavy drinker it only made Marik stronger when he was 15 he lied to
the recruiters and went to training where he quickly proved he was more
then capable hence sent to train with the "Boarder Legion." The
supposed meanest solders out there, they went through a hard, sometimes deadly
training program, which Marik struggled through. When he turned of age
or 18 he joined the legion at the boards guarding from any attack
should one come he served 6 years during which time he rose in rank to
commander and earned the nick name Talon for his strafing maneuvers. When
the legion was disbanded from lack of need during those years Marik’s
uncle feel ill and died leaving him a good sized plot of land which of course he promptly sold. And has spent the last year as a wanderer
seeing the country that he had protected for so long of the first time.
Abilities/Magicks: Swordsmanship, Telekinesis, novice mage (light magic)
Weapons/Items: He carries a rune blade, a book of magic and an
assortment of daggers
Nature/Alignment: chaotic/good Marik is rather the strong silent type, he’s
somewhat distort by the lack of living family. Though he’s easily coxed
into a conversation when ale is about
Special Notes: his one and only trusted friend Silver, A white wolf