Lord Marcos Saik
Kill'm?! Why? Let me just beat the hells out of him and we can all go drinking later on.
Marcos is tall, just a few inches over six feet, and has a build of a young hard working farm hand. Muscle put on by countless hours of physical labor give him broad shoulders and caloused hands. Those hands oversized and thick. Hair the color of dark honey in shadows set off bright blue eyes. A few weeks worth of beard resides apon his chin.
Personality: Marcos is an easy going lad. First to pitch in and lend a hand when one is needed. Taught the value of hard work at an early age he's not shyed from it and takes pleasure in a job well done.
He holds life in high reguard, from plants and animals to his fellow human beings but that won't stop him from putting a hurt on a miscreant or a fool.
He has a friendly sort of 'country boy' feel to him and can often be caught tending to wounded critters or just carrying a kitten about or dog at his heels.
Marcus was the sort of boy that could be found more often in the fields with the animals and crops then learning the needful things a nobles son might be required to learn. Something that was of little concern at the time being from the 'off' side of the family. And there was always plenty of work to be done.
When duty fell apon Marcus's family after the Tor-Southport war it seemed a heavy burden. Still his father raised no dogers of duty in his household and Marcus set about doing as he must to befit this sudden new station he found himself in.
Sent off to learn the ways of war, the gentle hearted young man found himself to be a disapointment to warriors and of great boon to the healers. Offered the role of medic he eagarly chose that role instead, starting to add to his decent store of knowledge about plants and animals as well as friendly brawls with his fellow soldiers. Eventually earning himself a name as a great fighter with his fists and feet.