
Username:
Iris
Name:
Zacharie Marek; call him Marek unless you know him well enough to call him Zacharie, no title 'less it's a formal event.
Age:
Twenty.
Gender:
Male.
Has Magic:
He does; though he prefers not to use it.
What Side (good or bad):
Good, though not if you ask him.
Rank (Warrior or Trainer):
Co-trainer with Cadyn. Close-combat and hand-to hand combat are his specialties. He displays exceptional prowess in both small and large axes as well as war hammers, though he is not as skilled with shortswords, knives, or daggers and prefers to fight with larger, two-handed weapons. As such, he's not really accustomed to using a shield, though he can block well enough with a weapon. He is familiar with various pressure points located on the body from many days on the streets as a child, and can hold his own in a fist-fight well.
Personality:
Stoic and serious, he tends to focus well when a problem is at hand despite being a bit short-fused. Though he tends to make decisions without thinking them through, he is rather bright and tends to catch easily if a bit slowly at first. Having a bit of a daring personality, he is passionate about his interests and loyal to those he cares about and strives to protect his and their best interests. Even though his angered fairly easily and intensely, he calms down just as quickly, but he often expects the same of others, even if they may still hold a grudge. His anger may drive him to say things he doesn't mean, and may often unintentionally hurt others when doing so while tending to instigate others' anger. He is rather blunt with others and will tell it like it is, though generally means well; he will generally tell the truth, though may avoid questions or lie if they are too personal or have negative consequences later. Notably, he swears like a sailor.
History:
He was an only child; his parents did a decent job, so nothing but the usual gripes here. He enlisted when the king first began drafting since his family didn't really know what was happening, but his father encouraged him to fight for his country's throne since it was honorable enough; not to mention it was at knife's point. When he got to fighting, though, he realized it wasn't as righteous as the propaganda had spread it to be to go around killing innocents, and though he was forced to keep fighting for his life, he was more than a little relieved when he became a trainer instead of a warrior.
Appearance:
Tall, and a bit muscled (you don't stay a twig hefting large weapons and working on a farm), Marek has an athletic build with broad shoulders protruding a bit awkwardly from his thin frame. Overall, he's more muscled in his arms and legs than anywhere else from his fighting style and trying to keep fast despite having a slower, bulkier weapon. Despite being fairer, he has a bit of a tan from spending many a day out on the battlefield and training new recruits, his arms and the bridge of his nose having a few light freckles. His hair is dark brown (with eyes to match) and curly, though he keeps it as long as he can get away with under the circumstances, though it's grown a bit on the thicker side. He has quite a few scars on his arms and face, though he has a few tattoos on his upper left shoulder marking his rank and position withing the king's army.
Other:
As a kid he used to be into music and the like: played a few instruments, sang a bit, learned to read a score. Parents said it'd teach him a few life lessons here and there about hard work and dedication, though he got pretty good marks in school and got a pretty good job before the country went to crap. Notably, his father was previously a farmer before marriage and having moved to the city, his father would often take him to his family's farm to hunt and work the summers; his mother was a seamstress and worked in a textile mill. They generally fell into the middle class, but did have a few rough times during his childhood when money was tight.
Code:
Starfish.
























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