Description
Marcus despite his last name is in no way Hispanic, he is a normal high school student that has a tendency yo delve into occult situations, he wears a black akatsuki robe, an otaku at heart, he caries a satchel of who knows what, his hair is always a mess. Marcus stands just under six feet.
Personality
Marcus is quiet, and sarcastic when approached, though those that get past this find a nice person, albeit a bit eccentric.
Equipment
satchel full of books on the supernatural, a laptop, dice, a compass, and his 'life savings of about 50 dollars'. also caries a scythe sometimes, though its made of foam rubber, essentially a role playing weapon.
History
Marcus grew up in a large town, he despised it, and it caused his personality, he had a small group of friends which he was somewhat different to, he recently moved to a different state and has made many more friends, opening up slightly, though still mostly the same, he distrusts new people, though not openly, and not to the point of causing trouble.
So begins...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."