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Yes, I drew this mf

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[color=4682B4]Age:[/color][/b] 27 (175 AC)

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Born the bastard of a minor lord in the Storm lands, he wasn't even given a chance at the life of a Lordly house, having been rejected by the father he never knew. So he attempted to take his mother's maiden name for his own, Falenhearth, but inevitably he was called Storm as per the custom. He was very much treated like an unwanted dog growing up, his mother doing her best to provide for him working in the local winery. By age 8, he had felt very much like a burden to his mother, despite her professings of the contrary. Even at such a young age, he felt so very out of place in the small town. 

The Seven smiled upon him, for on his ninth birthday he pleaded a local Knight to take him as his page. Markus was not even entirely sure of what that entailed, but he needed to go somewhere else. Do something else. The bandits of the region had been growing ever bolder, and the Knight knew it would continue as such. He accepted, and there was a transformation that occurred in young Markus when he picked up his first sword in the training yard. It felt natural, and he felt whole for the first time, as if the father who left had always been there in the form of the weapon in his hand. 

The next eight years went by quickly. He learned how to saddle a horse and strap on armor, as well as less mundane skills such as archery, swordsmanship, horsemanship, and even the usage of the spear and mace. By age 17 he was seasoned as a killer, following the Knight into combat against a group of brigands. The combat was fierce, and Markus proved his valor slaying three of the rogues. But he was hit by a stray stone, knocking him to the ground. The last thing he remembered was his master leaving him to his fate.  

Markus awoke amongst the brigands, and they offered him his life if he joined them. Markus did so, unable to really conceive how his liege would abandon him. For eight months, he helped them steal and kill when needed, though he wouldn't join in any sexual violence. He still had notions of chivalry, even if many knights themselves didn't follow such principals. One fateful day, the brigands were assailed again, this time by a larger contingent of knights. In the vanguard was Markus' old master, whom Markus managed to kill in single combat. 

He didn't feel vindicated or brimming with justice. He felt sick. 

What he considered a second father that had abandoned him, he killed by his own hand. 

Markus didn't return to the lads. Thieving wasn't his game. He simply had no idea what else to do. Markus fled, and in five months he became a champion used in legal duels. Winning the lives of merchants and nobles that needed it, making contacts and even a few friendships until he found himself in Volantis. There he met a girl and fell in love, though she broke his heart and ran off with another man from her past. He joined a crew of privateers called the Red Sabers, sailing with them for three years, reaving merchant ships and growing happy and content. His life moved so quickly, he merely just lived it. One day he found himself on the shore, drinking with a textile merchant and swapping stories, and before he knew it the man hired him as a caravan guard. He accepted, and found he had missed the land. Where his life was to go from there, he didn't know. But as long as he had a blade, he could earn his keep.   
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My guy is ready to be reviewed