Maric Fissure

[Maric Fissure]

Character's Name Marick Fissure N/A Basic Information Race: Human Birthday & Age : Summer 475Av 28 Gender: Male Physical Description Maric Fissure is 5’10 Caucasian human man with a single warm blue eye, lightly colored. An eye patch of plain cotton is adhered to the skin where his other eye used to be. Medium length blond hair covers his head stopping a few inches under his average ears which are not covered but exposed. He has a very light beard reaching around the bone of his cheek to chin and forming a point that touches the middle of his lip. Sort of an Irish bearded look but with much less full while still keeping the width. His face is neither hard nor soft but his lips curl down in leaving an unimpressed look on his face. His shoulders are broad with an average body build. He has a slightly crooked walk as his feet are turned inward. Character Concept Maric is a peaceful person who has tried to humble himself in the later years of his life. He will stand up for himself but is more of a pacifist and would think more than twice about pulling a weapon on someone. He’d rather change people’s lives with words and medicine if he can help it. He feels duty bound to help the misfortunate, he feels it is atonement for his mistakes. And a debt that must be paid to his savior Richard Walters of Nyka. He was a deeply religious man and some of his beliefs may have rubbed off on Maric however, mostly believes that people and their will are to blame. People are responsible for their own mistakes. Even with this belief he is not bitter towards others, rather consoling instead after seeing many harsh things in Sunberth. He has a deep loathing for the Crime Syndicates in the city. He however will not get involved, it can only bring more misfortune and bad turns. He enjoys quiet places, where he can mull over the mistakes of the day and his past, he is stuck in it. Usually he is studying when he does this. He doesn’t like to belittle others, but will not openly make friends with people. He can be somewhat cautious. Often Maric forgets where he is going, or what he is doing unless one thing calls for every ounce of concentration at which time he attempts to cast aside his shortcomings. Not always successfully. He is not easy to anger and has little ambition, other than to make the people’s lives around him better in his own small way. Detached, Gentle, Discarding. He often overlooks small important details, or seems like he is giving the cold shoulder to others when he is deep in thought. He has a live and let be attitude for most things. Unless it proves very serious. He also fears the information regarding his family and doubts if he could stop his brother if faced with him again. His favorite foods are fish, growing up on a lake fermented the knowledge of these fishes and the taste. He hates dislikes being interrupted while working diligently, and tries his best not to hold small petty grudges. He isn’t easily exited or surprised; if he is it’s hard to tell. He is easily scared by surprise however, but not impressed by it. Character History Marick Fissure was born into the world during a simple summer day within the prospering city walls of Ravok, a city of the nation Syrilia. This is a city long thought of in his wistful moments. He being easily carried away gets lost in his childhood memories and the challenges of having a twin brother, yet there were many joys too. "Jeremy was born with a few advantages, but you've done very well for yourself and have your own identity", his mother would always tell him something of the sort. The pair had a good family life under a loving watchful eye, it didn't matter that they were fatherless because they had some good friends to smooth the crevices in between. Even so the inescapable jealousy, the urge for Maric to be better than his twin at something physical was there like a demon's seed inside him constantly growing. With every comment, every small insult to his pride it would build up only to eventually come crashing down on everyone around him. These setbacks spoken of were minor and only inconvenience in a peaceful world. To be more specific a lazy eye with quite poor vision, and a strange walk to to problems at birth. Marick new this and in some ways it humbled him while in others it made him look stupid and foolish. It was a little wretched cycle that constantly kept this peaceful person at war with himself. Perhaps it’s true he saw this setback more in himself than others did, it bothered him none the less however. Jeremy and Marric were as close as they come, with one you are comfortable around you begin to express your opinions more, and they did. Out of this conflict often brewed, taking the form of quick fistfights that would end in laughter at their own stupidity. They both loved the Shipyard gates and from an early point in their history together Maric and his brother would often hang around the pillar on the Nitrozian side of the city, often consoling each other after fights and embarrassing apologies ensuing. A singular rule the twins had obeyed since the memories of time immemorial began, do not cross into the plaza of Dark Delights. The two never did have much of a bad streak in either of them, but curiosity is a different story. The itch was there and all they needed was a trigger. Those moments of Maric’s 18 year old life are forever doomed to be repeated as memories of pain, longing, and regret. An exceptionally cold winter that year 493Av the 23rd of Winter, or maybe it was just the incarnation of his feelings that day. A certain young man had been looking for his brother who’d gone out to find work for the day. Fishing was scarcely possible in such blight like weather the snow falling fast adrift and cast into the faces of Ravok’s denizens. Morwen being in a foul mood let more than a few people go hungry that year. But, they made a living got by on a good wage from their mother and side wages from the her recently employable sons. Maric found his brother at the silver silver Tavern, one of the last places he would expect to find his sibling. Neither liked to be in a crowded loud place such as this, but more blunt was the fact that neither of them had any sort of money for drinking. Nor any liking. To many lives in the pairs history had been ruined by that poison. Even if neither were drinkers’ merchants in Ravok were never finicky about getting rid of their idle products with a silver tongue to troubled persons. Maric and Jeremy both believed those fork tongued hell hagglers could stuff a cork in their mouths. Yet here was Jeremy drinking, uninhibited judging by the glazed look in his eyes and the glass hanging about over his lips. Maric remembered asking “what in Wysars name is going on?” He never was a religious man, but he wasn’t dull either. Jeremy broke into a drunken stupor about a man on the docks who told him that a man named Parvain Fissure had come by looking for work in the Dark Delights section of town and had asked a few questions. Quickly afterwards Jeremy would race towards a boat, hop in and prepare to cross. Maric complained and told him to stop his tomfoolery. “Are you scared then? Is that it? You can’t help me find him anyway, its not like your good at finding anything anyways with your eyesight like it is”. What he never could understand is why Lhex never stopped him, if there is indeed a god of fate why then didn’t he make critical judgment for the betterment of the two. They’d never done anything out of the ordinary, or asked for any of the complications that would follow. As soon as they hit the other end of the canal they were off and racing out of control into areas unknown, eventually running into The House of Immortal pleasures where a meeting of the discrete kind was taking place. Both frivolous lives could have ended that day but endured. They were found to be useful and it was the lives’ of them and their mother for the life of Parvain Fissure. It was an assassination task that Maric would have never thought Jeremy capable of. When it was done they were rewarded, and even offered admission, or rather forced into it. For two years they were trained in killing with daggers, his brother already something of a prodigy with weapons. Through all the wealth Maric never killed, Jeremy always took his jobs and gave Maric the credit. He became accustomed to the task, and as drunk with power and greed as anyone can be. It wasn’t long before they were tailed and the truth discovered. Throughout everything Maric had always secretly insisted they return. And now was the duo’s last chance to do it together. He waited for his sibling at the shipyard gates, it had been two long years since the both of them had visited it on either side. Jeremy was too far gone, absorbed in his talents “You were always holding me back anyway, complaining about your stupid problems.” A knife fight ensued in the Dark Delights Plaza, Marrick Half Heartedly defending himself was quickly beaten back to the edge of the canal. “If that eye is such a bother let me get rid of it for you.” Maric can only shudder now as he remembers his own knife plunging into his right eye and him falling into a warm bloothbathed water of spring. When he assumed consciousness he was in the back of a wagon and immediately felt for his eye. A patch of cotton rested over the gap, covering his hideous injury. Doc Walters had removed it. Maric would end up a sickly man in Nyka pneumonia hard on the heels of his injury. Since then he has been nursed back to health and studied medicine with the good doctor for eight years. He traveled to Sunberth where he has adamantly tended to the wounded in return for his shortcomings. Maric has and is still grasping medical knowledge, 5 years more. Training (Skills, Arcana, Gnosis, Lore) Bare handed Fishing- 5 (Starter Package) Fishing Rod Fishing- 5 (Starter package) Application of Medical Herbs- 20 (starter package) Knife Fighting- 5 (starter Package) Mending Broken bones- 10 (Starter package) Bleeding Stoppage- 20 (5pts starter pck) (15pts Racial bonus) Medical Herb knowledge of Syrilia (Lore) Knowledge of Human Anatomy (lore) Equipment and Possessions  Tattered brown shirt overlaid with a slightly better conditioned brown coat of polyester- Thick white gloves in good condition inside rucksack. Boots with leaves thrown as makeshift socks. Dirtied beige pants.  1 Waterskin  1 Rucksack which contains:  1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)  Food for a week and 1 eating knife  A couple of sticks and 10 foot ropes for splints (everything above from starter package) -Heirloom- A dagger of steel with a ruby encrusted in it at the top of the hilt, a blood stain runs up the middle of it. Hidden under a loose floorboard in his apartment. Housing- Apartment in Sunberth slums basic, 1.5sm/day Ledger 100 gold Mizas (Starter pckg) Thread List