Male
Age:
18
Rank:
Slave
With short brown hair, and green eyes, Marcus is a very fit young man. He is tall, at just over six foot, and with a muscular frame and wide shoulders. He has muscles created from long hours working in various fields, and the sort of windswept look that can't be avoided when you work all day on a farm. His chest and back are covered in the scars from whiplashes, and bruises, but nothing that is at all serious. His skin is tanned from long hours in the sun, but other than that, he is rather easy on the eyes.
Marcus, most of the time, is a demure, ideal slave. He will never meet a woman's eyes, and will all but grovel at a woman's feet upon her entrance into a room. He is quiet, and reliable and soft. On the exterior, at least. Otherwise, his eyes carry something similar to a dare in them. He is willing and able to rise to a challenge, but due to disobedience he is often moved from one place to another, with little a care. He can cope in a variety of situations, trusting to his quick wit and sarcastic humour to help him out of a difficult situation. He has questioned the women he works for since an early age, and has always regarded it as a sort of challenge - to stare and watch, to walk the line between disobedience and submission.
[center]Bio/History:
Marcus was born to some woman who had been so shamed by the birth of a male that he had automatically been given away. He worked from an early age, and always resented the women who were in charge. Like any other child, he rebelled consistently and as he grew up, this didn't diminish, so much as take on a different sort of edge.