Post by Ali on Mar 29, 2007 20:09:43 GMT -5
Your Name: Ali
Character's Name: Markkus Farrind
Age and Birthday: 22, August 19th
Race: Tortallan
Social Standing: commoner
Profession: King of the Rogue
Place of Residence: Lower City, Court of the Rogue
Magic (if applicable): No magic. Markkus sees no apparent use for it, though he is interested on what magic is capable of doing.
Family: Markkus was born in Corus, under the family of Alec Farrind and Sara Farrind. He is the eldest of two; his sister Lauryn is seventeen. Markkus’s father is a candlestick maker who owns a small shop in the markets of Corus.
Markkus has never felt a very strong attachment to his family, although he is a good friend with his sister. He doesn’t visit his parents often, only once or twice a year, though he sees Lauryn more frequently. Markkus tries to keep distant due to the fact that he is still a bit unsure of if his parents approve of his high position in the Court of the Rogue.
Physical Description: Markkus is pale of skin, being Tortallan. He is around 5’8, though he doesn’t have a very large build. He is more slender than most men of his age, though it’s a gift for thieving and sneaking. Markkus isn’t very muscular looking and not the strongest of men. However, he can pull off a fight and has managed to keep alive for the two years he’s been king.
His hair is a dark brown color. It is long enough to tuck behind his ears and slightly curly in the back. Of course, it isn’t keep very neat or clean, considering the “no running water” circumstance in Tortall. Markkus’s eyes aren’t his strongest feature. They are grayish-blue of color, and a bit too small for his head size. Despite this fact, he can command his eyebrows in any way he wants, which is a good source of amusement. He has a medium-long sized nose. It is thin, but he thinks it looks ridiculous on his face. His lips are in a thin bow shape, contrasting with the size of his nose. His fingers are long and slender; his hands callused horribly.
Markkus prefers simple clothes, usually in shades of brown or dull reds and oranges. Fashion isn’t a strong point for him; he has no reason for it to be. Overall, he has a fairly attractive complexion, though he is far from being drop dead gorgeous.
Personality: Due to his position as king, Markkus is easy-going and open to most things in life. He is friendly to all he meets, though often judgmental on the inside. He is excellent at persuasion and has a good sense of humor. From when he was a little boy, Markkus has always been playful. He loves to gamble and flirt. A wide range of women appeal to him, from those who are silly and carefree to those who are serious and think highly of themselves. He likes to keep his relationships light and fluffy, though some small part of him wants to have a long-term one. Bartering and bargaining are also favorites of his. Cheating and stealing are nothing to him, though he will hold a permanent grudge against anyone who steals from him or cheats him out of something. In that way, he is a bit hypocritical at times.
Markkus is well liked by most everyone who enjoys the company of the Rogue. He tends to be a “people-person”, not able to cope well without socializing with others. He can be slightly arrogant at times, though it usually goes unnoticed by most. He is known for making promises he cannot keep (and knows he cannot keep) just to help get his way.
Markkus is very persistent, always determined to get what he wants. Compromises are not things he enjoys making. Even when they are made, he’ll find a way to twist them around to his advantage. Never minding dishonesty (unless it is used against him), lying is a breeze for him, although those who know him well know his tricks and can see right through him.
Although Markkus fears the day when his position as king (and perhaps his life) will be taken away, he likes to not think about that sort of thing. He can plan and strategize, thinking ahead, though he likes to live in the present. Nothing unordinary or exciting happened before the past two years during which he’s been king, so the past doesn’t often wander into his thoughts.
History: Markkus was born under the house of a candlestick maker in Highfields. There, he was raised to become a candlestick maker like his father, though he had quite a different plan in mind.
He played with the other children and his sister Lauryn, although Highfields wasn’t the kind of place he considered home. Like most young boys, Markkus wanted more excitement than could be found in Highfields.
After learning how to play the pipe and a bit of hand-on-hand combat, he moved to the Lower City, where he joined the Court of the Rogue. Although he often tells his parents he’s living in Flash, he has an odd feeling that they know he’s lying.
When Markkus first moved to the Lower City, he found everyone different from the people back home – less civilized and polite. Despite this fact he admired them for creating their own systems and found that he easily fit in. By twenty, he became their new king – after being a Rogue for three years.
Now, he enjoys his rule as king and hopes to keep it for as long as possible. He is decent with a dagger, though hand-on-hand combat is his best tool.
Role Play Sample: Markkus sighed as he placed two more silver coins down on the old wooden table. He glanced over quickly to Dixon. “Getting a drink” was what Markkus had been told. Unfortunately, Dixon had been getting a drink for over five minutes. Knowing him, Markkus wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, but seeing Dixon talking to a small blonde doxie with no drink in hand led Markkus to think that was a lie.
He sighed heavily as he slammed down the cards and pushed through crowds of people, navigating his way towards Dixon and his lady-friend. Rather attractive, he thought to himself as he reached the two.
“Excuse me,” he said quietly to the girl as he pulled Dixon aside. “What have you been doing? I’ve been playing for you the last ten rounds,” Markkus snapped softly. “You’ve already lost all of your money and I’ve even been using some of my own.”
That shocked Dixon enough as he scurried back over to the card table. Conveniently, Markkus had forgotten to say how and who he had lost the money too. Good thing the two weren’t good friends. Smiling to himself, Markkus strode back over to the doxie.
“Sorry about him,” Markkus said, still smiling. “But, I’ve just made some easy money that I think you may want.”
Picture: I’m having a bit of a hard time finding anything. I’ll add it if I find something in the future.
Character's Name: Markkus Farrind
Age and Birthday: 22, August 19th
Race: Tortallan
Social Standing: commoner
Profession: King of the Rogue
Place of Residence: Lower City, Court of the Rogue
Magic (if applicable): No magic. Markkus sees no apparent use for it, though he is interested on what magic is capable of doing.
Family: Markkus was born in Corus, under the family of Alec Farrind and Sara Farrind. He is the eldest of two; his sister Lauryn is seventeen. Markkus’s father is a candlestick maker who owns a small shop in the markets of Corus.
Markkus has never felt a very strong attachment to his family, although he is a good friend with his sister. He doesn’t visit his parents often, only once or twice a year, though he sees Lauryn more frequently. Markkus tries to keep distant due to the fact that he is still a bit unsure of if his parents approve of his high position in the Court of the Rogue.
Physical Description: Markkus is pale of skin, being Tortallan. He is around 5’8, though he doesn’t have a very large build. He is more slender than most men of his age, though it’s a gift for thieving and sneaking. Markkus isn’t very muscular looking and not the strongest of men. However, he can pull off a fight and has managed to keep alive for the two years he’s been king.
His hair is a dark brown color. It is long enough to tuck behind his ears and slightly curly in the back. Of course, it isn’t keep very neat or clean, considering the “no running water” circumstance in Tortall. Markkus’s eyes aren’t his strongest feature. They are grayish-blue of color, and a bit too small for his head size. Despite this fact, he can command his eyebrows in any way he wants, which is a good source of amusement. He has a medium-long sized nose. It is thin, but he thinks it looks ridiculous on his face. His lips are in a thin bow shape, contrasting with the size of his nose. His fingers are long and slender; his hands callused horribly.
Markkus prefers simple clothes, usually in shades of brown or dull reds and oranges. Fashion isn’t a strong point for him; he has no reason for it to be. Overall, he has a fairly attractive complexion, though he is far from being drop dead gorgeous.
Personality: Due to his position as king, Markkus is easy-going and open to most things in life. He is friendly to all he meets, though often judgmental on the inside. He is excellent at persuasion and has a good sense of humor. From when he was a little boy, Markkus has always been playful. He loves to gamble and flirt. A wide range of women appeal to him, from those who are silly and carefree to those who are serious and think highly of themselves. He likes to keep his relationships light and fluffy, though some small part of him wants to have a long-term one. Bartering and bargaining are also favorites of his. Cheating and stealing are nothing to him, though he will hold a permanent grudge against anyone who steals from him or cheats him out of something. In that way, he is a bit hypocritical at times.
Markkus is well liked by most everyone who enjoys the company of the Rogue. He tends to be a “people-person”, not able to cope well without socializing with others. He can be slightly arrogant at times, though it usually goes unnoticed by most. He is known for making promises he cannot keep (and knows he cannot keep) just to help get his way.
Markkus is very persistent, always determined to get what he wants. Compromises are not things he enjoys making. Even when they are made, he’ll find a way to twist them around to his advantage. Never minding dishonesty (unless it is used against him), lying is a breeze for him, although those who know him well know his tricks and can see right through him.
Although Markkus fears the day when his position as king (and perhaps his life) will be taken away, he likes to not think about that sort of thing. He can plan and strategize, thinking ahead, though he likes to live in the present. Nothing unordinary or exciting happened before the past two years during which he’s been king, so the past doesn’t often wander into his thoughts.
History: Markkus was born under the house of a candlestick maker in Highfields. There, he was raised to become a candlestick maker like his father, though he had quite a different plan in mind.
He played with the other children and his sister Lauryn, although Highfields wasn’t the kind of place he considered home. Like most young boys, Markkus wanted more excitement than could be found in Highfields.
After learning how to play the pipe and a bit of hand-on-hand combat, he moved to the Lower City, where he joined the Court of the Rogue. Although he often tells his parents he’s living in Flash, he has an odd feeling that they know he’s lying.
When Markkus first moved to the Lower City, he found everyone different from the people back home – less civilized and polite. Despite this fact he admired them for creating their own systems and found that he easily fit in. By twenty, he became their new king – after being a Rogue for three years.
Now, he enjoys his rule as king and hopes to keep it for as long as possible. He is decent with a dagger, though hand-on-hand combat is his best tool.
Role Play Sample: Markkus sighed as he placed two more silver coins down on the old wooden table. He glanced over quickly to Dixon. “Getting a drink” was what Markkus had been told. Unfortunately, Dixon had been getting a drink for over five minutes. Knowing him, Markkus wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, but seeing Dixon talking to a small blonde doxie with no drink in hand led Markkus to think that was a lie.
He sighed heavily as he slammed down the cards and pushed through crowds of people, navigating his way towards Dixon and his lady-friend. Rather attractive, he thought to himself as he reached the two.
“Excuse me,” he said quietly to the girl as he pulled Dixon aside. “What have you been doing? I’ve been playing for you the last ten rounds,” Markkus snapped softly. “You’ve already lost all of your money and I’ve even been using some of my own.”
That shocked Dixon enough as he scurried back over to the card table. Conveniently, Markkus had forgotten to say how and who he had lost the money too. Good thing the two weren’t good friends. Smiling to himself, Markkus strode back over to the doxie.
“Sorry about him,” Markkus said, still smiling. “But, I’ve just made some easy money that I think you may want.”
Picture: I’m having a bit of a hard time finding anything. I’ll add it if I find something in the future.