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[B]Username:[/B] POOHEAD189

[b]Character Name:[/b] Markus Flintbrook

[b]Race/Species:[/b] Human/Imperial

[b]Gender:[/b] M

[b]Age:[/b] 26 

[b]Career/Class:[/b] Mercenary/Armsman/Amateur Swordmage 

[b]Weapons:[/b] 
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[*]Bastard Sword 
[*]Kite Shield 
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[b]Physical Description:[/b] A lean, fit, but refined man with dark hair and eyes, with a navy blue tunic over chainmail (covering leather) and loose fitting dark brown trousers. He has a fair face, albeit with a scar at the left of his chin and running down his jawline. His hair is wavy, loose and tousled. Not entirely groomed as he was raised, he still looks more or less presentable, and perhaps charming when he feels the need to present himself as such. He has the look of a youth that has been refined like silver through various trials by fire. 

[b]Armor:[/b] 
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[*]Chainmail hauberk 
[*]Leather armor over it.
[*]Leather bracers/pauldrons
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[B]Favoured Skills:[/B]
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[*]One Handed Blade (Highly Proficient): Markus was taught from an early age how to fight with the blade, and further enhanced his abilities through his travels.
[*]Alteration (Moderately Proficient): Markus's studies at the Dragon's Blood were more on support magic, alteration being a forte.
[*]Enchanting (Moderately Proficient): The spellsword made certain to learn spells that would increase the tool of his trade, his sword.
[*]Sneak (Moderately Proficient): Knowing the value of hit and run tactics, Markus learned how to move lightly.
[*]Acrobatics (Somewhat Proficient): Markus has always been fit and flexible, learning how to balance and flip when the need arises.
[*]Athletics (Somewhat Proficient): Running through alleyways and leaping across rooftops certainly comes in handy, and he's had to do it out of necessity many times.
[*]Pick Pocketing (Somewhat Proficient): Not his greatest skill, but he has had dexterous fingers and a sly way about him since boyhood.
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[Indent][B]Spell List:[/B][/Indent] 
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[*]Feather
[*]Shield
[*]Water Breathing
[*]Open
[*]Fire (Sword Enchantment)
[*]Storm (Sword Enchantment)
[*]Banish (Sword enchantment)
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[b]Equipment/Other[/b] 
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[*]Sword sharpening/cleaning kit
[*]Water Jug
[*]Herbal remedy to halt light bleeding
[*]3 pounds of beef jerky
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[b]Mental Description/Personality:[/b] Markus is a strong willed and adventurous young man, having left his moderately wealthy home to seek his fortunes to the east. He enjoys learning, his rebellious attitude having dimmed somewhat from his training by his Altmer master. He has a good mind about him when it comes to common sense, though he can be a bit rash if he lets his anger get the better of him. Generally he has a friendly, if wary demeanor. He will sometimes spout wisdom he has learned on his travels. In truth he has more general knowledge than spell knowledge, for he is only a fledgling spell caster. Still, he'll always be interested in learning more of the arcane arts. He has a curiosity about him that he sometimes can't help. Ironically, he'll chastise others for taking risks he might take as well.

[b]Goals:[/b] Markus' goals are to seek his own fame and fortune, through his own skill. He wants to live as a free man, outside of the pointless bickering of the lords.

[b]Background/History:[/b]
The bastard nephew of an Imperial Lord, Markus had always been more focused on exploration in the surrounding forests and his various interests rather than his duties as a vassal. He used his standing not to further his family's fortunes, but to further his own. Not out of selfishness, mind. He'd often seen children who were less fortunate to be encouraged by their parents to do well for themselves. All he had ever heard from his family was what he could do for them. 

One day his older brother was killed in a raid during the Great War, which lead Markus and his father to argue and break off their relationship through a fit of anger. Markus escaped the next day, taking a modest sum of money as well as some equipment and traveling east, taking up arms with a few mercenary companies. He found despite his individuality, he was not a bad leader to smaller groups of companions, at least as long as they were after the same prize and had shared goals. 

Before long he culminated enough funds to find an exiled Elvish tutor (who held no loyalty to the altmer) in magic and swordplay. He lived there for 3 years, learning from the Elf in a forested tower before he was hired onto a fine expedition to explore the surrounding mountains. The adventure came into disaster, trolls making the group split up. Markus survived the mountains and found himself on the other side of them, next to the southern end of Cyrodiil. He spent a year bandit hunting in Blackwood, and taking small jobs to guard merchant ships in the southern sea before one day he ended sailing into the Imperial city, where a corrupt noble who's cousin was an outlaw Markus slew saw him arrested under false terms, doomed to hang...
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