Appearance

Physical Description

Slender yet muscular body. Agile and light-footed.

Body Features

A 4" scar on the chest, just left of the sternum and a second smaller scar on the back left of the spine. It seems to be the same stab wound, entry, and exit.

Facial Features

A soft, emotionless face with noble features and a pointy chin.
The mustache and beard are neatly kept down to a clean shave, rarely left as a stubble.
The eyebrows are thin, arched in a soft angle.

Identifying Characteristics

Pupil-less eyes, unnaturally pale skin and white streaks in the hair, despite not seeming to advanced in age.
A thin black stripe covering the center of the lower lip, ending in an arrow tip on the chin.

Apparel & Accessories

Wears black studded leather armor, a gambeson battle kilt, covered by leather tassets.
Covers himself with a black cloak and hood when traveling through towns.
Wears an extravagant codpiece in the shape of a dragon's head.

Specialized Equipment

Is specialized in most types of weapons, but seems to favor weapons like shortswords and rapiers, as well as longbows.

Mentality

Personal history

I awoke alone in a darkened room, sword in hand and a gaping hole in my chest.
The room was littered with the bodies of men in crimson robes. I just may have cut them down, but I cannot recall anything. It's as if a thick mist covers my mind.
Trying to recall my name only echoes in a voice repeating the name "Sat'Throwar", but I have a feeling that it's not mine.
 
Scared and confused I stumbled out of the room and out of the house into the darkened streets of an unfamiliar town. Walking the streets, trying to "bargain" with myself that I had done nothing wrong and had no hand in the death of those men, my conscience was eating away at my sanity.
The only solace I found was when I was able to discover that those men were cultists wanted by the law.
To try to piece everything together and uncover my past I took up contacts under the name or Marik to hunt down those and other cultists, traveling from town to town, justifying my actions and silencing my conscience with each man cut down in the service of the people.
 
I will forsake my tomorrows... To take back my yesterdays...

Education

Not known, but he appears to be well-spoken and mannered.

Employment

Urban bounty hunter traveling from settlement to settlement.
Mostly picks up contracts that seem to have a connection to the occult.

Mental Trauma

Some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder caused by his interactions with the cult of the yellow sign.
Bipolar disorder? Dissociative identity disorder?? Schizophrenia???

person.sexuality

Seemingly asexual. He shows little to no interest in others and does not respond to advances of any race or gender.

person.gender_identity

Identifies as male.

Known Languages

Common and celestial.

Personality

Motivation

Wants to uncover his past and raise the mist clouding his memory.

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Well versed in the use of most weapons and a capable spellcaster.

Likes & Dislikes

Prefers to keep to himself and enjoys the silence when traveling.

Virtues & Personality perks

Impulsive, cunning and quick to act.

Vices & Personality flaws

His impulsiveness and mood swings might cause him to lash out in an unpredictive manner.

Personality Quirks

Scratches his head or neck when lying or uncertain of the truth.

Hygiene

Has good personal hygiene and keeps his clothes and weapons clean.

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