[hider=Markiel Sviatolev]
[h3]Character Description[/h3]
[b]Name:[/b] Markiel Sviatolev
[b]Species:[/b] Human
[b]Race/Nationality:[/b] Borearion(Hrankrajanie)
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 25
[b]Languages:[/b] Arventian, North Jugkaraian, South Jugkraian.

[b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=Markiel][img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/2a/8d/e6/2a8de6d08e3090e8af50b652aab529e2.jpg[/img][/hider]
[b]Personal Effects[/b]: Arming Sword, Seax, Kite shield, Hauberk(scale), Surcoat, journal with writing instrument, necklace with his family's sigil on it(keeps hidden), coin purse, waterskin, travel pack with supplies, and cloak with hood.

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[h3][b]Background:[/b][/h3]
[b]Role[/b]: Royal Knight
[b]Backstory[/b]: Markiel is the youngest born to the Northern Sviatolev family. Born during the civil war that has ravaged the Jugkrai Kingdom. Markiel's early life was spent in his family's castle, staying safe as his father waged war to claim a title that he felt belonged to him. Learning the art of war and other topics as he grew older and watched as his older siblings endured strict training at the behest of his father. Strict training that he would undergo and find to be demanding and, at times, cruel. For his father wanted his children to be the best at war, so they could aid him in their fight with their cousins in the south. 

But as the war drew on and more lives were lost. Markiel started to have second thoughts about the civil war and his father's drive to be king. Thoughts he would share with his mother, who while kept what he thought to herself. She tried to discourage him from such thoughts and to be a good son and support the family's claim to the throne. Markiel would listen to his mother's words, but still became more disillusioned with the civil war. More so, he started to notice that his father was growing more ruthless, and even his older brother, the heir, who was a kind man. Started to seem off to Markiel and was becoming more like his father. Then his other siblings seem to start to follow suit.  

Markiel could not find a reason for this, and when his father discovered his thoughts about the civil war. He was brought before him in the throne room for all to see and was chewed out by his father. It lasted a good time, and by the end of it. His father would choose in anger to exile Markiel, and he could only return once he proved himself strong enough to bear the family's name and understand why only their branch can be rulers of the kingdom. 

Markiel saw how none of his family stood up for him and let this happen unopposed. He begrudgingly obeyed and left the kingdom so after. But before he left, one of his sisters and his mother gave him gifts to help him on the road, and hoped that once the civil war was over and his father's anger would lessen. That he could return and reconcile with his father. A sentiment that Markiel did not share but chose not to reveal to them. He accepted their gifts and was reminded that some of his family still cared for him. Even if they would not stand up for him when he needed them.  

So Markiel, after his exile, made the choice to see the world. Live on his terms and cared little about the requirements of returning home at the time. This brought him some peace as he saw a world that was at peace and not in a continuous war. Opening his mind to new things, he would be happy exploring and seeing the world. Becoming an adventurer, and for years it was like this, and Markiel had no plans of stopping. Though he would keep tabs on the civil war back home. Hoping that once the civil war was over, peace could return to the land, and who knows. Maybe his father would relax, and he could return. But until that day, life on the road was his, and a life of adventure was his life for now.                    

[b]Character Intro[/b]: "So that is Ealdormuda," Markiel said to himself as he gazed at the city from afar. Standing on a grassy hill that gave a good view of the city. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his face as he gazed at the city. He has heard much about the capital of the Eahamingas. Good things, and now it was his next stop.      

He had never been to this city, but after his last job as a caravan guard. Markiel had heard enough about the city from the guards and the traders that he should visit the city. At least once, and he could only imagine what he would find there. He has not been in the land of the Eahamingas long and is eager to explore more of the land. Once he was done with the city, that is.         

Then, as he finished surveying the city from afar. Markiel had a thought, and he reached for his necklace that was hidden on his neck. Loosely holding it in his hand as he inspected the sigil on it. How would his family think of his travels? Markiel knew the answers to that, or at least what his father would think. Bitter thoughts began to invade his mind. He closed his hand over the sigil and went back to hide the necklace on his person. Expelling the bitter thoughts from his mind in the process. 

No, he thought, now is not the time for thinking about his family. More so him, and so with his last thoughts becoming focused on the now. Markiel walked down the hill in a casual manner and with a warm smile. He began his final trek to Ealdormuda. Time to see what the city has in store for him and what tales he will hear. Time for maybe another adventure.                  
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