Name: Marcys Vil, The Soothslayer.

Appearance: Marcys Vil, has hair mimics the night's sky, the stars and clouds are reciprocated by the grey and white streaks in his ebony base. His hair is short, and spiky beneath his cowl, and flows to a salt and pepper stubble. His face, beneath the stubble is riddle with what seems to be countless wounds; a large deep gash across the dorsal bridge of his starts under right eye and leads to his left at a small angle leading to his crown line, stands above the rest. His left eye though healed, the iris and sclera is tainted with rust tint; leaving the iris purple, and the right eye burns a with a calm frost blue. His skin, is golden from his ancestors living in seemingly so close to the sun. Marcys dresses in dark purple and black cloak, a darken grey fur vest, and leather pants adorn in crossing belts. In the belts his cares his legacy. Two Khopeshes, relics to The Soothslayer; and are his main weapon of choice. His arms, covered to the elbow in leather bracers that are met with a pair of cloth gloves. Marcys does not wear shoes, or feet apparel.

Equipment: Marcys does his best to travel light, he carries a tobacco pipe; a thin white pipe with a dragon's mouth for the chamber. A few small pouches, with assorted necessities, tobacco, a few gold nuggets, and one silver bell that remain unheard, when rung it summons Monolith, an albino wolf, larger than most have seen, if they ever lived to the seem him. At his waist, are his relics. The twins, his Khopeshes; blood always stained on these blades, or maybe it the metal the blades or made of; Gorvium and Garnet. Gorvium, or the bleeding metal, thirsts for arcane blood, and as The Soothslayer, they are bound.

Personality: Marcys is reckless, careless, and cocky. That is all that is really known about his personality, and those are just rumors. But he likes to have a good laugh, and the last one.

History:

Marcys Vil, The Soothslayer was born in Teller's Bay, a tropical port city that was surrounded by desert. The magnificent city brought everyone from vactioniers to play and thrive along the beaches, to Philosophers and Scholars to figure out the oddity that made Teller's Bay so attractive. That all vanished, and he was left in the desert. Maybe Teller's Bay never existed, and it was just all a dehydrated hallucination. He thought this for days, a empty water skin pounded against his chest with every sledged step he took farther, seemingly going no where and the sun never vanished, until he began to sink, with no strength to fight back, his body gave up, then finally darkness.

Marcys awoke time meant nothing, it was as dark as it was when he sank. But he could breathe, not only breathe but cough an enormous amount of sand. He could not tell if his eyes were open or closed but his body was damp, and warm. Then the whispers began to call to him, louder and louder. He, would not back down. The light was blinding, then he was falling yet again, this time he felt the landing. He would never forget it either, when his vision came from blur to focus he smile his crooked smile, he did not know it at the time, but the Twins brought some place amazing. The whispers told him, how Teller's Bay fell; the greedy magi's Illusion spell failed, the city collapsed in itself. There were no survivors.

The Twins were virgins back then, but their lust became Marcys' own.

The mages had taken everything from him, so he vowed to indiscriminately kill the mages responsible. But even, that was not enough for the Twins. They led him to another relic, The Silver Bell: Monolith. A wolf, who bonded heart and mind with Marcys. Monolith was always at Marcys' side, he just never knew it; as an albino wolf his pack exiled him, they were two peas, split from the same pod. Monolith taught him to hunt, a be one with the shadow, it hide in plain site and be seen but never saw. Monolith, is a myth parents tell to scary their children into obeying them. But the truth is, Monolith never acted without the bell. The stories told were of Marcys; myths of people disappear without a trace, and just a white wolf in the distance afterwards.