Marcus
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Marcus is a tall (6') man. Slender from hard work or lack of food - hard to tell. When seen unrobed (a common sight in some places) he is noticeably toned. He sports a deep Tan, a product of living out of doors. Despite that his hair is a dark brown (and styled in the latest Back Alley motif i.e. uncombed and unwashed), and his eyes (when not half lidded form drunkeness) twinkle Green and hint at intelligence…
More often he is seen in dumpy clothing, sporting a number of packs that clink as they jostle together. His knuckles are constantly bruised and bloodied. The inside of his hands are calloused, as are many odd parts of his body.
Sometimes when he is sprawled out on the roadside, he can be heard mumbling drunkenly in Common, slipping into and out of Chondathan. His movements, even roaring drunk, contain a hidden grace, although pitiful to watch.
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What fun!!
Marcus has somewhere found himself another pack, and thanks to the charity of the few who care, he now has some clothing as well!
Despite this windfall, he can be seen now with a slightly sullen angry look when got off guard…
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Whoops….so soon after coming into Narfell!!!!
Sooooo.....changes. After a run in with "Edwards Few" (having now learned why there are so few....) and another run in with a backstabbing Half Orc (no names shall be mentioned...but you know who you are Ghorag)
Marcus Description has changed a little.
He now has only a piece of modest cloth covering himself....he hopes to move up to rags some day....Yet somehow, he still has a bedroll, rolled up around his torso.
It clinks like bottles jostling together when he moves.
He looks hungrier then ever, and looks like a man who has not slept in awhile.
