Mar'khas Sol

Mar'khas Sol
Gender	Male
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	Unknown
Citizenship	N/A (Wanderer)
Age	Mid Teens to Early Twenties
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Agent of Fortune
Height/Weight	5'2" (158.8cm) / 145lbs (67.1kg)
Orientation	Bisexual
Relatives	Unknown(Father) Unknown(Mother)

Basic Info

Mar'khas Sol (pronounced: /mar-KAS sol/) (18th day of the 1st Astral Moon) is a young Miqo'te on a quest for three things: Fame, Fortune, and Family. The latest of that list is known to precious few who raised him. He travels across the land, seeking adventure and pleasure alike, as well as the treasures he manages to steal from those foolish enough not to guard them. He helps those in need, so long as they do not condemn his lifestyle or his morals. Unfortunately, his adventurous soul often lands in him grave danger, or worse, the brig.

LIKES ■ Good drink ■ Good fun ■ Good women (or men, really) ■ Good conversation

DISLIKES ■ Guards who take things too seriously ■ Staying in one place for too long ■ People who nag him ■ People who try to 'change' him

OTHER ■ Alignment: Chaotic Good ■ Vice(s): Curiosity ■ Favorite Food: Fresh Fish ■ Favorite Drink: Anything ■ Favorite Color: Gold/Purple

Appearance & Personality

Mar'khas is a little small for a Miqo'te, but he most likely has an inch or two more to grow... Or so he insists. He stands with a relaxed, but ready stance. His face is always warm, rarely one to show any emotions other than confidence and curiosity. His eyes are a bright sky blue, and his hair is the color of golden sands. He has recognizable scars on his face, mainly an 'X' on his cheek. He wears loose linens, with leather cords adorned with beads and pouches of several sizes. He finds a nice challenge in trying to pick pocket or steal while dressed with things that make noise upon movement. He favors bright colors or blue, gold, purple, and red, never black or gray unless he's on contract for a stealth task.

Personality-wise, Mar'khas is smooth, sly, and playful. He enjoys games of cat-and-mouse, no matter what role he plays. He is often flirtatious with those he meets, either at a ploy or as a way of testing the waters. He is never one quick to violence or prejudice, and views situations with caution, as little as it may show. When in the company of others, he may seem reckless or rude, but everything is calculated in his mind before hand, he just fails to communicate.

To those who may grow to know him more deeply, Mar'khas is protective and understanding, always one to listen rather than speak. He feels strongly and deeply once his shield of humor is seen past, and he is always honest to those he trusts.

Always wanting to be the swashbuckling hero, Mar'khas has been known to toss himself into danger for the sake of an innocent he's taken a liking to, or hell, even a rival which he doesn't quite want to stop playing with yet. Everyone has a role in his play, and he likes to keep the best actors in his troupe.

Biography

The Cub on the Dock

It was a cold night, the air heavy with fog from the ocean mist. Distant sounds of harbor bells rung through the air, gentle crashing of waves against the harbor clapped past the silence, and a crying sliced through it all, clear and loud. So loud, in fact, that it proved a good lure for a group of performers. An Elezen, two Lalafell, and a towering Roegadyn all approached the sound, coming from the end of the pier. There was a crate with a loosed top on the corner of the dock. The Roegadyn came close, pulling the top off and looking inside. A young Miqot'e cub, barely having grown his fur, lay crying amidst a pile of burlap and hempen cloth, wailing and sobbing. The others came near as the Roegadyn carefully lifted the cub out of the box, holding him as if he were some sort of unstable bomb. After a few moments of examination, He pulled the cub close, trying to keep him warm in his large arms, and said "... Mar'khas. That's a good name, ey?"

Raised Amongst Thieves and Bards

Mar'khas was raised by the Merlsaelz Theatre Troupe, a troupe of performers... or so they would have others think. Truly, they were thieves and informants for hire, using their performing skills as a cover for their true work. The group consisted of: Jeannpioux, a mysterious Pugilist who also knew the skills of dance; Momoni and Momosa Mokipa, sisters, bards, and skilled well in instruments and vocals, respectively; Ahldahn Bhaldbaen, a Roegadyn Marauder well versed in acting and plays of all sorts, and the leader of the troupe.

Together they raised the small cub they found on the docks as their own, naming him after a character in one of the plays they would preform. He was taught in the ways of dancing, singing, acting, and strings (primarily lute and fiddle). Originally, they did not intend on teaching him their battle arts, only in the arts of sneaking and stealing and conning, but through leaving him behind with Jacke, the leader of the Rogues Guild, as they went off on contracts, he inevitably learned to fight, anyway.

As he came of appropriate age, they began taking him with them on contracts, quickly finding that he was perfect for their kind of work. He fit right in, using his roguish charm to distract targets as the rest of the troupe did their true work, and eventually, he did the true work as they distracted. Quickly, he became an invaluable member of the troupe.

Setting Sails for Adventure

At the age of sixteen, Mar'khas was well aware of how he did not fit in with typical Seeker traditions, either in name or in culture. Curiosity had chewed at his mind his entire life, yearning to learn his true roots and heritage. Though he loved his troupe - his family - he yearned to find himself. And so, he asked to leave the troupe for a time. Ahldahn agreed, after giving him a whooping to prove he was ready for it. And so, Mar'khas left his home, which was not in Limsa Lominsa, nor in Ul'dah, nor in Gridania, but wherever his troupe may be.

The Sword of Bahamut

Mar'khas was hired to track down a shard of the structure that held the primal Bahamut, which had been forged into a mighty sword for a Dark Knight. Upon tracking it down, he came into conflict with another who sought it out, and during their fight, the sword began to glow. A bright flash of light blinded Mar'khas, and when he awoke, he had no true recollection of what happened. All he knew is that the sword was gone, and so was the woman who he'd been fighting with. He assumed she'd won and taken the blade, and announced the contract as failed. He did not pursue it, due to some instinct in his mind telling him not to. It tears at his mind at night, giving him nightmares on the occasion, but as of yet, he has kept it a well-hidden secret.

Recent Events

● Mar'khas, on his travels, ran across an old face. A Paladin by the name of Ethri'a Valnyr. Of course, the first time they met, he'd swindled himself out of trouble and snuck away. This time, however, he was completely unprepared for the rather... interesting conversation he got. Of course, by the end of it, they'd downed enough booze to drop a coeurl, and Ethri'a was quite clearly the more affected of them, but Mar'khas found a strange enjoyment of the company. He snagged a parting gift.

● Less than a a few moons later, Ethri'a returned for the item that had been stolen from him, ending up in a fun little exchange of banter.

● The next time Ethri'a and Mar'khas met, it was on less lighthearted terms. Mar'khas had been wounded on a job, and was hiding from thugs hunting him down in search of the item he'd stolen from them. Ethri'a displayed interesting power in healing Mar'khas' wounds through magic, though before he could ask, further, another Miqo'te, Teld're, spotted them. Mar'khas had to quickly hide his stolen goods on Ethri'a's advice, and go along with them into the near by bar for drinks. By the end of the night, everyone was well into their cups, and having a relatively good time, but Mar'khas had to slip away again to put more distance between himself and the thugs.

● Mar'khas discovered information about his biological father, and began to track him down. He found out that he was a Nunh, a member of the Jackal tribe, and a pirate. He gave all of this information to Ethri'a as well, albeit under the influence of quite a bit of alcohol, before passing out at the dock. When he woke up, Ethri'a was still by his side, and simply smiled, nodded, and walked away, apparently content that he was fine.

● During travels in the Shroud, Mar'khas heard strange rumors about Ethri'a's past. When he spoke to the Paladin about them in Ul'dah, he was met by a tense conversation and a distinct barrier over the topic. What little he found out, he swore to secrecy. Before more of the conversation could be had, Ethri'a's traveling companion, Little Shark, arrives, and the three went drinking rather than having a deeper conversation.

● Still on the hunt for his father, Mar'khas traveled to Bronze lake Camp, where he met a strange and relatively abrasive Hyur, Antenous Wilde. Both of them were in search of information on those already having passed through, though the Hyur seemed less satisfied with the information Mar'khas had to offer. The two got into an argument of sorts, but by the end of it all, Antenous strangely offered to help find Mar'khas' father through his influence and contact with patrol officers. Mar'khas, though confused, accepted the offer, and is still warily awaiting the inevitable conditions that come with it.

Miscellaneous

Theme Songs: You're Not Alone! - Nobuo Uematsu / Bangarang - Pogo / Celtic Drums - Peter B. Helland

TV Tropes: Dual Wielding / Loveable Rogue / Gentleman Thief / Chivalrous Pervert / The Ace / Cultured Warrior / Keet / Hidden Depths / Stepford Smiler / Born Lucky / Catch Phrase ("Bloody 'ells...")

Additional Trivia:

■ Mar'khas has very ticklish ears.

■ When he was young, his troupe tied a bell around his tail to easily find him in thick crowds.

■ Due to being raised by a Sea Wolf Roegadyn, Mar'khas knows much of their ancient language.

■ The drunker he is, the thicker his accent gets.

RUMORS Don't believe everything you hear. (Feel free to add your own rumors under PC!) ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ I heard he was the thief who stole twenty bottles of wine in a packed pub with no one noticing. ■ Wasn't he the one who stole from the bandits and marauders, only to return the good to the town? ■ He's a handsome one, he is, but he never stays with one for long. ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ He's vicious thief, who kidnapped a lord's daughter. By the time they got her back, she was brainwashed into thinking priacy was a fun way of life! ■ He has connections in every city-state. I don't think there's a fence in all of Eorzea who doesn't do business with him. ■ When he was a child, the rogues would tie a ribbon with a bell around his tail to keep track of him in the crowds. ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ Once, he tried to steal a powerful sword, but I hear he failed, and someone died. ■ All his life, he's been searching for something. Something about where he came from, or who his parents are. ■ He has blood on his hands. Innocent blood. ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ "Keep your eye on that one, he's quick. By that I do not just mean in wit." -Ethri'a Valnyr ■ ... ■ ... ■ ...

RELATIONS ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Neutral Standing ● Poor Standing NPC: ♦ Good Standing ♦ Neutral Standing ♦Poor Standing ● Ethri'a Valnyr: Having met in the past under the usual circumstances of petty theft, Mar'khas at first tried to hide his identity from Ethri'a upon meeting him again... under similar circumstances. Though he thought he had done a good job of hiding himself, as well as assuming his new scars would help mask him, Ethri'a still remembered his face, and took him out drinking, where it was eventually coaxed out. As it turned out, Ethri'a was not looking for retribution, but a fellow drinker to empty pitchers with. Mar'khas was happy to oblige. It was certainly better than ending up in the brig! Through a fun night of drinking, which led to many odd conversations and instances, Mar'khas found that he'd made a friend out of Ethri'a, or so he'd like to hope. The knight could be pretty entertaining, especially when he was head-on-the-counter drunk! ● Little Shark: Though he's only met this interesting character once, Mar'khas likes him quite a bit. He identifies with Little Shark's upbringing, and has no problems in addressing him as a Roegadyn, rather than a Miqo'te Keeper. He can always appreciate a guy who can hold his liquor, too, and thinks Little Shark would make a nice drinking partner. ● Teld're Eska'aldren: Though he is more interested in his relationship with Ethri'a, Mar'khas is still cautiously interested in Teld're, himself. The Miqo'te seems very shielded by his calm demeanor, but something burning and wild is hidden in his eyes. Mar'khas isn't actually sure if he wants to see it, yet, but he awaits the next time their paths cross. ● Antenous Wilde: Mar'khas doesn't like him, but he doesn't hate him. Their relationship is tepid, at best, but Mar'khas doesn't doubt that the Hyur is a reliable source of information, and a good tool to be used in his search for his father. Whether or not it develops past this strange arrangement is yet to be discovered. ♦ Ahldahn Bhaldbaen: Under Contruction! ♦ Jeannpioux: Under Contruction! ♦ Momoni Mokipa: Under Contruction! ♦ Momosa Mokipa: Under Contruction! ♦ Jacke: Jacke has strong connections with Mar'khas' troupe, and so he has known the man through most of his life. Jacke even taught him from youth to be a rogue. Mar'khas respects Jacke as the leader of the Rogue's guild, but ultimately goes his own way. He assumes Jacke understands his choices, and as long as he obeys the code, he doesn't care. The two have fun with the contracts they exchange, often times Mar'khas accepting contracts that have him acting as a messenger to his troupe just for the excuse to go see them again. It is a normal occurrence to find the two of them getting plastered at the Drowning Wench.

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  Mar'khas in Limsa Lominsa

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