Mark Tallanavor

Email: cadsuane_sucks@hotmail.com
==Description==
Eye Color: Deep, raging Blue (Like the c
Hair Color: Dark, Dark Brown
Height: 5 feet 9
Weight: 150
Age: 16
Place of Origin: Shienar
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 4
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
A lanky, long armed boy from the rural farmland in Shienar, 
Mark was a boy with a history of loneliness and hate. His parents had left 
when he was a very young boy, leaving him in the unwilling care of an his 
distant aunt and uncle out in the sparse, rural farmlands of Shienar. His 
uncle was a hard drinking, old farmer who beat him regularly, and his aunt 
was a sour coward. Mark grew up with no positive influences in his life, not 
understanding why he was abandoned with such distasteful relatives, and the 
perpetual coldness in his eyes was a testimony to the sadness of his birth. 
After getting beaten up several times by local bullies, Mark soon became 
quick with his fists, but after an unfortunate incident involving a knife 
fight with a serious stab wound along with several broken bones of the local 
kids(Mark could wield a knife as well as any street tough or gangster), Mark 
was run out of the town near his uncle's hut permanently. He was put to 
labor and forbidden all fun activities such as hunting and hiking. His uncle 
would constantly scream at him, calling him the son of a Darkfriend among 
other things, and Mark could not figure out why he would be left with this 
man while his parents were completely absent. He grew to hate his 
non-existent parents, puzzled as to why he did not know where they were, and 
grew even worse, to the point where he stole the woodaxe, some food, and a 
pair of clothes and left home.
 Striking out on his own, he unwittingly wandered south, to where he entered 
another village. Expecting to be greeted as a friend, he was instead run out 
of town for trying to steal one of the guards' great longswords, favored by 
Shienaran soldiers. He traveled south in anger and hunger, coming to a place 
that baffled him. In front of him he saw a city that rose from the soil of 
an island, and something, not quite curiosity compelled him to overcome his 
fear of others and enter the place. Expecting to be run out of this place, 
too, he acted cold and distant to all those around him, and was surprised to 
find that most people tried their best to be nice. Not knowing how to handle 
the change of surroundings he stumbled, dazed, toward the center of the 
city, where his eyes seemed to deceive him. Like a candle in his cold, 
distant life, the tower rose majestically before him, and fighting back 
tears, because he swore he would never cry, he walked toward the tower, 
armed with nothing but the will to find out what this place meant to him…
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