Mar's original app

**Taran** Tue Jun 30, 2009 6:19 pm

User name: Taran
Character name: Mar
Age: 250yrs old.
Attitude: Silent, effective. Doesn't like to waist time with idle talk, like to get right to the point. Others need to earn respect, regardless of their position.
Race: Half elf, half human.
Appearance: Looks like a human. Average height, muscular, brown hair, green eyes. Wears leather and cloak, swords strapped on his back, hilts down. Hair is mid length, just covering ears, and wavy.
Allegiance: Empire.
Weapons: Twin swords strapped across his back, hilts down. a short, wooden staff.
Other Info: has all the benefits of the elves, long age, strong, quick, magic, but looks like a normal human.

History: Mar was born in Gil'lead, son of the blacksmith and a banished elf. He grew up in the city, learning the art of metal working. At the age of 13, his father was killed by the angered brother on his mother. He took over his father's job as blacksmith, making himself swords to defend those he loved. At the age of 100, he was forced from the city, the people disgusted with him, though more jealous than angry, at his heritage. He wandered for many years, then found his way to Uru'baen. There, he was recruited by the King to be a retrieval expert, assassin, and bodyguard. He trained for nearly 50 years, slowly working his way to the top ranks. Now, at the age of 250, he is still at his prime, with centuries of experience.

Role Play: As night fell, Mar followed his mark from the rooftops, jumping nimbly from house to house. His mark was a man wanted by his employer for not paying his dues. Mar was to bring him in alive, but dead was also accepted. The moon was bright, but no one thought to look above the houses for someone following. His mark rounded a corner, walking into an ally. Mar waited patiently as the man continued down the dark ally, biding his time. Once the man was far enough from the streets, Mar jumped on him, using his weight to knock him to the ground. Pulling his dagger, Mar hit the man over the head, knocking unconscious. Throwing the man into a large sack, Mar hefted him onto his shoulder, then walked out of the ally, towards the castle.