Marcus & Blood Runner
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I Will Sleep When The Last Snow Falls
Marcu sDelacroix
Nickname: Dog (Formerly)
Age: 24
Class: Commoner (Runaway Slave)
Job: Hand for Hire
Personality:
Quiet// Marcus has a habit. That habit, is saying nothing and doing his best to make no sound. He grew up being told that is what he had to do, and after running away from his former master, he'd held onto this, keeping his opinions to himself and in general trying to go unnoticed unless he wants to be noticed.
Evasive// If he feels threatened in the sense of being forced back into slavery, Marcus will flee. He does not like confrontation and is quick to yield. He keeps secrets and provides basic answers and tries to give as little of himself away as possible.
Focused// A job needs doing? Marcus will do it. 100%, the man will start a task and he will finish it or die trying.
Socially Polite// He was raised to be polite, and in public, with those not offering conflict he is rather civil with them. Behind closed doors this lasts as long as he feels it needed.
Hedonistic// He is living on the run, knowing full well what would happen if he ever be returned to his master. So, he tends to splurge on certain things like festivals, drunken revelries, prostitutes when he can, he wants to enjoy life as much as he can. He hardly expects to live very long anyway.
Selectively cruel// Bitter over his loyalty and life of service rewarded with death, Marcus has a loathing for slave owners, or those who might treat those below their station like slaves. If he can make them uncomfortable he will. He will be rude, crude, hostile- he takes a simple pleasure in making them suffer, if they actually deserve it or not.
Intelligent// Perhaps the most surprising is the simple fact that while he is a former slave, Marcus can read and write as well as most low born lords. He also knows math and basic history, arts, fencing- His riding is less formal now, as is his singing. But under his gruff lies guile. He escaped, he lived, and now he lives still.
History:
The son of a port town whore who was a slave and a man Marcus can only guess at, he was born in squalor, sold into slavery with not even a name. Until he was about five years old he was simply 'the child' or 'boy'. His master was a lord and had the then unnamed Marcus bought to be raised as a companion for his own son/his son's personal friend. In this position, he was considered like a beloved pet or toy, beaten when he did wrong, and rewarded when he did right. It was the boy who named him 'Marcus'. His 'master' the lordling often took him to his lessons, where Marcus picked up reading and writing as well as basic math and the arts- his 'master' said it would be better to have a pet that could understand him when he talked of such after all. He was also taken to learn riding and fencing.
The two boys grew up together, and when the lordling was taken aside for more formal duties, Marcus was taken for training to learn to spar like a solider. He was to be the lordling's slave, companion, body guard- anything the lordling would need, Marcus would become.
When the boys hit 17, the lording was wed to a young cousin, and Marcus was ever present, thinking his master lucky to be so happy. But such happiness was short lived as Marcus witnessed his master's wife having an affair with the family quartermaster. Marcus loved his master, there was no lie there, but he did not know how to tell him.
almost a year later he did not have to. His master's wife gave birth to a son that looked nothing like him, and Marcus couldn't take to see his master's suffering, telling him that he'd seen his wife with the man. Enraged Marcus had known and said nothing, he ordered he be killed for his disloyalty.
Marcus's heart broke.
Set into a cell to await his death, Marcus began to panic, and when a fellow slave arrived to give him his last meal, Marcus stole his freedom and ran. Chased down to an abandoned mill, his master chose to lock the runaway in, setting fire to the rotting building. By luck Marcus survived, but not without sustaining the burn on his head.
He stole to survive, making his way west, and taking shelter in churches, for a time served the church as an aid and laborer. It was the priests who offered his last name.
Years have past since then, and now Marcus has reached Sunderland. For better or worse, has yet to be seen.
Appearance:
Black hair, light brown skin, he has scarring on the right side of his face extending into his scalp and leaving white in place of black. However, he usually dyes it to match. Deep blue eyes, callused hands, he stands at six foot two with broad shoulders and definite muscle mass. He has a large burn on his left shoulder blade, one that looks very deliberate. Scars from a whip decorate his backside.
Text Colors: #4f6887 and #001024
Nickname: Dog (Formerly)
Age: 24
Class: Commoner (Runaway Slave)
Job: Hand for Hire
Personality:
Quiet// Marcus has a habit. That habit, is saying nothing and doing his best to make no sound. He grew up being told that is what he had to do, and after running away from his former master, he'd held onto this, keeping his opinions to himself and in general trying to go unnoticed unless he wants to be noticed.
Evasive// If he feels threatened in the sense of being forced back into slavery, Marcus will flee. He does not like confrontation and is quick to yield. He keeps secrets and provides basic answers and tries to give as little of himself away as possible.
Focused// A job needs doing? Marcus will do it. 100%, the man will start a task and he will finish it or die trying.
Socially Polite// He was raised to be polite, and in public, with those not offering conflict he is rather civil with them. Behind closed doors this lasts as long as he feels it needed.
Hedonistic// He is living on the run, knowing full well what would happen if he ever be returned to his master. So, he tends to splurge on certain things like festivals, drunken revelries, prostitutes when he can, he wants to enjoy life as much as he can. He hardly expects to live very long anyway.
Selectively cruel// Bitter over his loyalty and life of service rewarded with death, Marcus has a loathing for slave owners, or those who might treat those below their station like slaves. If he can make them uncomfortable he will. He will be rude, crude, hostile- he takes a simple pleasure in making them suffer, if they actually deserve it or not.
Intelligent// Perhaps the most surprising is the simple fact that while he is a former slave, Marcus can read and write as well as most low born lords. He also knows math and basic history, arts, fencing- His riding is less formal now, as is his singing. But under his gruff lies guile. He escaped, he lived, and now he lives still.
History:
The son of a port town whore who was a slave and a man Marcus can only guess at, he was born in squalor, sold into slavery with not even a name. Until he was about five years old he was simply 'the child' or 'boy'. His master was a lord and had the then unnamed Marcus bought to be raised as a companion for his own son/his son's personal friend. In this position, he was considered like a beloved pet or toy, beaten when he did wrong, and rewarded when he did right. It was the boy who named him 'Marcus'. His 'master' the lordling often took him to his lessons, where Marcus picked up reading and writing as well as basic math and the arts- his 'master' said it would be better to have a pet that could understand him when he talked of such after all. He was also taken to learn riding and fencing.
The two boys grew up together, and when the lordling was taken aside for more formal duties, Marcus was taken for training to learn to spar like a solider. He was to be the lordling's slave, companion, body guard- anything the lordling would need, Marcus would become.
When the boys hit 17, the lording was wed to a young cousin, and Marcus was ever present, thinking his master lucky to be so happy. But such happiness was short lived as Marcus witnessed his master's wife having an affair with the family quartermaster. Marcus loved his master, there was no lie there, but he did not know how to tell him.
almost a year later he did not have to. His master's wife gave birth to a son that looked nothing like him, and Marcus couldn't take to see his master's suffering, telling him that he'd seen his wife with the man. Enraged Marcus had known and said nothing, he ordered he be killed for his disloyalty.
Marcus's heart broke.
Set into a cell to await his death, Marcus began to panic, and when a fellow slave arrived to give him his last meal, Marcus stole his freedom and ran. Chased down to an abandoned mill, his master chose to lock the runaway in, setting fire to the rotting building. By luck Marcus survived, but not without sustaining the burn on his head.
He stole to survive, making his way west, and taking shelter in churches, for a time served the church as an aid and laborer. It was the priests who offered his last name.
Years have past since then, and now Marcus has reached Sunderland. For better or worse, has yet to be seen.
Appearance:
Black hair, light brown skin, he has scarring on the right side of his face extending into his scalp and leaving white in place of black. However, he usually dyes it to match. Deep blue eyes, callused hands, he stands at six foot two with broad shoulders and definite muscle mass. He has a large burn on his left shoulder blade, one that looks very deliberate. Scars from a whip decorate his backside.
Text Colors: #4f6887 and #001024
BloodRunner
Personality: (note: this is his adult personality to fawn/yearling)
Aggressive// While pushy and demanding, Blood Runner is more than willing to throw around his weight. He doesn't take kindly to insults, to threats, to danger- He's a buck in his brain and has always been. He is proud, shows it, and will pick a fight if he thinks he can win. He wants to establish dominance and control. It's just a bit overbearing for Marcus's tastes really.
Pushy// Go to Marcus lady, yes you look good with him. The buck is not shy in the least, not with females, and has the mentality to herding them this way and that. To go with his demanding nature, if he doesn't get his way, Blood Runner will act out, stomp his hoof. His way is the right way.
Confidant// He is right, always. Does he need to reestablish this? Blood Runner's nature falls back to his thought he knows best, is the best, and he and Marcus deserve the best.
Supportive//
Loyal//
Obedient//
Quirks: Will stomp his hoof to communicate in yes or no fashion or numbers. Likes to chew on Marcus's cotton clothing. Will try to herd females towards Marcus. Human or gaurdian. Has a habit of trying to pilfer shiny objects. Is unafraid of swords or guns, but has a distinct fear of fire and will shy away from it.
Font Colors:#d10000 and #240000
Personality: (note: this is his adult personality to fawn/yearling)
Aggressive// While pushy and demanding, Blood Runner is more than willing to throw around his weight. He doesn't take kindly to insults, to threats, to danger- He's a buck in his brain and has always been. He is proud, shows it, and will pick a fight if he thinks he can win. He wants to establish dominance and control. It's just a bit overbearing for Marcus's tastes really.
Pushy// Go to Marcus lady, yes you look good with him. The buck is not shy in the least, not with females, and has the mentality to herding them this way and that. To go with his demanding nature, if he doesn't get his way, Blood Runner will act out, stomp his hoof. His way is the right way.
Confidant// He is right, always. Does he need to reestablish this? Blood Runner's nature falls back to his thought he knows best, is the best, and he and Marcus deserve the best.
Supportive//
Loyal//
Obedient//
Quirks: Will stomp his hoof to communicate in yes or no fashion or numbers. Likes to chew on Marcus's cotton clothing. Will try to herd females towards Marcus. Human or gaurdian. Has a habit of trying to pilfer shiny objects. Is unafraid of swords or guns, but has a distinct fear of fire and will shy away from it.
Font Colors:#d10000 and #240000
