Markus Kaszimr
Markus Kaszimr (a.k.a. 'The Black Lung')
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Cuddly (Markus prefers 'Deceptively Musclebound')
Body Features
A bald head and great big 'ands!
Facial Features
Beady eyes, a big nose, slightly crooked teeth and a huge Walrus moustache.
Identifying Characteristics
He manages to be filthy at all times, covered in muck, soot or bits of dirt if it's not long been a mealtime.
Physical quirks
Moves uncannily silent despite his dumpy frame.
Speaks with a rasping, Embassy Club style voice.
Apparel & Accessories
When he's not wearing his rough studded leather armour and fancy magical cape he robbed from a nasty Townmaster, Markus can be found relaxing in a pair of silk trousers which he 'borrowed' from Winston. There is a patch on the rear where the trouser split during an audience with his first Baron.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Born in Kosada, Markus Kaszimr was raised by his father who was a muralist.
Markus and his father were forced into becoming labourers in the Kosadan foundries before they had even noticed the falling ash begin to warp their paints. Markus' father disappeared into the polluted atmosphere and as Markus puts it was 'lost to the smog forever'.
Markus was in his early twenties, working a punishing job in a dingy foundry and hopelessly alone. He soon realised he'd have to fight his way to the top by becoming as awful as his newfound colleagues, or risk succumbing to the smog himself.
Using his wits, determination and hideous 'angry face', Markus bullied and intimidated his way to relative fame amongst the workers in the district.
Once petty crime became boring,Markus looked outward at the way things had changed in Kosada, and decided that slave labour wasn't cool. Markus and his...associates... instead began to rabble rouse amongst the factory workers, but their revolutionary sentiment was quickly picked up by the Prince's informants.
Markus and his friends were forced to serve in the vanguard of an army during a pitched battle against the Rebel Princes during the War of Broken Bonds. Markus and his pals, lacking any real military experience, broke at the inital cavalry charge and were scattered across the battlefield.
Markus lost his crew, and was found by Oxwyn as he was desparately beating someone with his trusty Work Hammer in a ditch.
Education
University of Life, lads.
Jimmy-the-Floating-Shoe taught me how to give it the old 'Twinkle Toe' (e.g. move very quietly).
Employment
On the books: Smelter Number 5.
Off the books: ...
Accomplishments & Achievements
Failures & Embarrassments
Mental Trauma
Social
Religious Views
Grymrunde when it suits or when in need of sommat to cry at other than Oxwyn...
Social Aptitude
Nil.
Hobbies & Pets
Playing dice, rolling ciggies and drinkin' beer.
A squat, filthy, yet deceptively sneaky ex-smelter and public nuisance from the Kosadan industrial district. Currently embroiled in a dangerous globe stomping quest and trying desparately to understand where he's meant to fit into the world.
Current Location
Desgarre Castle
Age
45 years young
Birthplace
Kosada
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Beady, like a shark
Hair
Oily Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Calloused
Height
5ft 6
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