Roughed Drafted [Past]

Coming from a rather rural part of northern Clete, a fairly religious country on the western end of the continent, witches are, naturally not acceptable. Despite this, the small town he's from didn't know any better and just left him alive. For a while, this was fine, until eventually a priest from the south appeared in their town and attempted to kill him. He managed to escape, but would no longer be able to return home. Left on his own, he wandered for a while before crossing the border into Reykia, a country that can be a little too relaxed on enforcing laws. While people avoided him, noone went out of their way to attack him in any way either. While traveling through a town one day, he found a white plauge doctors mask for sale and bought it, realizing it'd be the perfect way to cover up his extra eyes.

Roughing Drafting [Meeting The Headmaster]

The traveling doctor gimmick held up for a long time. Marco managed to avoid any trouble that might arise from being a witch by sticking around the relatively ungoverned, rural areas of Reykia and Ykarichian, seldom stepping into the contries that don't accept witches or have diffrent policies on them. For a while, he managed to travel unhindered, getting food, water and a place to sleep in all the new small towns he showed up in. That is, until the day he went too far while traveling south, around Ceretia, accidentally stepping into their borders. While Ceretia isn't downright hostile to witches, they have a few different rules, such as wearing a necklace with a religious symbol on it to "counteract any natural unholyness a witch naturally has". While anti-witch laws usually wouldn't be a problem for Marco, he made the mistake of attempting to cure a patient that had been throwing a fit due to their injuries. And with that, Marco's mask came flying off, in front of a room full of people. All five of his eyes widened, all he had time to react with, as he'd instantly been attacked by one of the people in the room. Soldiers. All of them were a threat, a far more menacing one than an untrained priest. He'd gotten to the outskirts of town, but was injured, and his pursuers were more than just persistent. He laied against a tree, already injured heavily from the initial attack, and to make matters worse, had a gun pointed at him. he closed his eyes, knowing he couldn't figure out a way to escape. He was nothing more than a healer, what could he do? Beg?

"Do you want to be saved?"

Huh? A voice? It seemed to come...from behind him. Despite his own less than ideal state, he managed them a glance. There stood a horned man with purple hair. Another witch? His green eyes stayed trained sharply on himself, ignoring the soldiers, that ranged from confused to ready to fight. It took a minute as well as all of his energy, but he managed a single, sluggish nod. And with that, his life would change forever...

Rougher Drafter [At The Academy]

With the assistance of one of that horned witches assistants, Marco managed to escape the the academy, as that man stayed behind to handle the consequences of killing soldiers in a nation like Ceretia. Despite a few 'minor issues' whilst crossing the border, the two managed to arrive at the academy, mostly in tact. At the academy, Marco got to learn much about magic, and perfect some of his healing techniques with the magic he had formerly seldom used, eventually becoming the academies doctor. Though, he seldom actually has to save any lifes. He mostly has the job for emergencies. Despite being assured by everyone about just how safe the academy is, he always carries his plauge doctors mask with him. Just in case.