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[b]Name:[/b] Marcus Jone, also known, uninspiringly, as the Huntsman.
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race:[/b] Human? Partially at the least, though his father wasn’t exactly clear on what his mother was. Given the hereditary power he has though, Marcus is inclined to believe her something of a fae or similar. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] A rather fair-faced individual, while he was still new to the village it wasn’t uncommon for him to be mistaken for a lady when his hair was down. Coupled with his rather light voice, it was quite a shocker to those mistaken. According to his father, he had inherited the natural beauty of her race, though the features were largely from his side. Anyways, he’s a bit on the shorter side at only five and a half feet tall, but very lithe.

Attire-wise, he does on occassion wear the loose clothes of his old home’s style. Generally though, he can be found in simple linen or cotton clothing that most inhabitants of Kado wear. On outings to the forest, he generally wears much the same, but the clothing is usually reinforced with leather to be more durable and he’ll usually have a travel cloak with him.

[b]Occupation:[/b] Unsurprisingly, a hunter along with the nuances that come with the job; tracker, survivalist, and cook. 

[b]Skills:[/b] His age makes him one of the best hunters the village has, old enough to be experienced, but not so old that age has caught up with him. Archery came to him fairly easy enough, and ever since he could draw a bowstring, he’s learned to use a bow. It’s made him a good enough archery to best the others in the village on a good day, and pose a challenge on others.

In line with that, he’s a proficient tracker and knows the woods around the village fairly well. Between the various animals that inhabit it, he’s knowledgeable on the signs of their passing, where to find them, and how to shadow prey without revealing his presence. 

And for the times he ventures out further than the village’s immediate surroundings, he knows how to keep himself alive. Setting up camp, foraging, the dangers that lurk in the seemingly calm forest, and navigating the sea of trees are all part of his range of skills. 

He also knows how to take care of himself when in the village. The tasks of a household fall upon him given he lives alone, so that means he’s a decent enough housekeeper.

[b]Powers:[/b] His powers are hereditary, at least according to his father. It’s a particularly odd ability that doesn’t always work, but its versatility is unparalleled, at least in the forests. Through song or music, he can coax aspects of nature into doing what he wants, speaking to it in a sense. Things such as growing arrows from a tree (just long pointy sticks really), or making the wind guide his shots true (because pointed sticks don’t tend to fly very well), small ‘tricks’ like that consist of his abilities for the most part. His power is a small one, meant to be used in tandem with other skills instead of simply being powerful on its own right. Some of his most powerful demonstrations would be convincing a tree to extend its roots upwards to ensnare a creature, and even that was quite taxing. 

[b]Inventory:[/b] He’s actually privileged enough to own a number of bows; three in total. One is a simple training bow that has a fairly low poundage; he practiced with it when he was younger just to learn archery. The second is the bow that sees the most use, a recurve bow of moderate size and draw strength. The last bow is a longbow that Marcus can only assume is to be used for war. It’s nearly as tall as he is, but would have been his father’s height and the poundage is several times that of his hunting bow. He nevertheless still practices with the longbow when he has the opportunity to. Though he can care for and maintain the three bows, any idea on how the bows are actually made is beyond him.

There is also a quiver of 50 or so steel-tipped arrows which further led Marcus to believe the pair, quiver and longbow, weren’t meant for simply hunting. The arrows are substantially heavier, with a much thicker shaft and longer fletching. There are also three distinct types of arrowheads, for which Marcus can only assume are meant to deal with different types of enemies. 

He has a small band that he would wear, were it large enough to fit any of his fingers. Sadly, it seems made for someone far smaller than him, but as a gift from his ‘mother’ he keeps it with him on a necklace at all times. It appears to be made of gold and has a very small gem set into it.

[b]History:[/b] Kado is a relatively obscure inhabitant, and one of the most recent. His family, though it was really only him and his father, arrived at the village just over twenty years ago. His father spoke little about themselves despite the villagers’ wishes to know where they had come from. He made it quite clear that they could accept another hunter to bring in more meat, or he and his son would move on elsewhere. Where to, nobody asked. It was an odd enough sight at first, when the pair wandered in with the child carrying far more than the father, but the child seemed content enough if the curious shine in his eyes was any indication, so nobody bothered to raise a fuss.

While he went to school with the other children of Kado village growing up, he spent just as much if not more at home. Where the others played around with one another, he spent the hours practicing with his training bow. His father left the village often and spent days in the forest as a minimum, so even if he wished to spend all his time with others his age it simply wasn’t possible. There was work to be done for the house and school, practice to go through, and skills to develop. Really, Marcus had always wanted to be a hunter like his father, nothing else even occurred to him.

And become a hunter he did after he finally finished the school system Kado had in place. With that responsibility done, he was free to accompany his father into the forest, even without his knowledge. That’s what Marcus thought at the least, but he was still a complete novice at that time. When his father did want him along, he took breaks to hunt along his path to let his son keep up. When he didn’t? Well he made for his destination without pause, leaving his son in the dust. Marcus might have been a bit spirited in his aspiration to follow his father’s footsteps, but the young boy wasn’t stupid. He knew his limits and where he could tread safely in the forest, where his father went at times were not. 

It was about at this time that he discovered his powers and began experimenting with them. While initially he could rarely get it to work and the results were subpar, it was also a simpler ability. He merely had to speak his desired effect and sometimes it would happen. Something like, “To the left a bit,” would be whispered in hope and sometimes the wind would nudge the shot in his favor. He didn’t really understand it until he told his father and got an explanation, of sorts. 

It was about shortyl after this time that Marcus’ father’s health began to deteriorate rapidly. Within weeks he was unfit to hold a bow, and a few months afterwards he moved like a man double his age. Yet despite it all he was at peace with himself and told Marcus to not worry, even if he explained nothing. It was impossible for him to simply sit at home and watch his father waste away slowly, the hero of his childhood reduced to such a state, so he turned elsewhere. For a time, the village was less of a home and more of just a rest spot. He spent most of his time in the forests, honing his skills when it was pointless to hunt or bringing down some game so he could barter for supplies. And when his father finally passed, leaving him with but a message, the opposite was true. People rarely saw him the week afterwards, but left him alone to his grief.

It’s been a few years since his father’s passing now. More or less getting over it, Marcus is now reputable as someone who can bring in almost anything from the surrounding forests. If it can be brought down with arrows, he’s probably capable of doing it. Reputation aside, there’s also a few strange rumors about the man. Some are about his appearance in general, others are about how he can vanish for weeks on end in the forest. He is clearly searching for something, but what is right up in the air.