Marquis the Decanus
Commander of the 34th Wildspace Marines
Standing at seven and a half feet tall, the Colonel adds to his already impressive height by wearing a classic three-cornered hat with a golden tassel. Like the Colonel, the hat - neatly pressed - has certainly seen better days. Both bear the scars of at least one saber slash and their color has faded - the hat to a rich navy blue to a more faded, almost gray color and the Colonel from the deep purple of youth to a lighter, slightly wrinkled iron gray color. Both the hat and the Colonel stand straight and at attention - the hat helped by a small wooden frame that the Colonel has added. The Giff himself needs no such assistance, his broad shoulders and strong back showing his strength despire his years.
The good Colonel finds himself in a strange situation due to the vagaries of magic on Tarien. After the incident surrounding his unit's arrival - the 34th Wildspace Marines - Marquis finds himself commanding a unit of one. And as it typical of the Colonel's luck - that one is a dung brained half-blind sharpshooter that couldn't hit the broad side of a nightmare beast. Even worse, the entire crew of The Evervictorious was lost in the same incident, forcing him to find a captain capable of piloting the great Bombard and a crew to keep it aloft.
Regardless, the 34th is the finest unit of Giff Marines and despite their losses, they will fulfill their mission to the great General Olaf, assuming that he can be found again. In the meantime, the Colonel is willing to employ any sort of outcasts, misfits, and adventurers that he can find, assuming that they are willing to submit to Giff discipline. Forging such a crew and, dare he say, rebuilding the roster of the 34th from local stock, will of course require large amounts of gold. Fortunately, his ship gives him the ability to transport trade goods and his alliance with the Nerrid give him ample opportunity to conduct trade between Nerridon and other points in northwest Tarien and even around the Sea of Storms. While a bit eccentric, the Colonel has found that the Nerrid make fine allies and, assuming he docks the Evervictorious well out of sight from Human cities and towns there is much gold to earn. Indeed, given a decade or two, the Colonel is certain the 34th will be ready for whatever mission this Olaf has for them.
Race
Giff
Giff
Currently Boarded Vehicle
Age
Late 40's
Children
Sex
Male
Eyes
Brown and Beady
Hair
None
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Iron Gray and a Bit Wrinkled
Height
7 ft. 6 in.
Weight
325 lb.
Aligned Organization