Myrmark "Mark" Tsudzurao

"When lady moon stole her light from the sun, even the night had it's own brilliance."

## Misc. Information

### Date of death

Not yet

"Sometimes the quietest voice can create the loudest storm."

## History

The homeland of the furless miqo'tai is quite far away from the Republic of Landagamma, which makes it all the odder than many or any of their people would come to the republic, the mass mountain range and the long distance making it an extensive challenge for most people to consider. Some people were undoubtedly brave enough to try and... Mark's parents were not those kinds of people.

Rather than brave the land, they took a rather length route using the seaway and a boat. Fishing for food more often than not and only making landfall as necessary to restock on water and anything necessary to continue their route. It was hardly an easy journey, nor was it fruitful. The reason for their self-imposed exile from their homeland was something kept secret to the next generation, and is thus something Mark can not answer for himself at this current point in time.

Their journey did however leave them in the port city of Lahried, initially their first interaction came as one mildly worrisome - the port authority initially mistaking them as having the potential for being pirates as the foreign markings on the vessel were quite rare in the area, the misunderstanding however was rather quickly (and mercifully) cleared up with the travelers selling the vessel upon which they had arrived, and eventually joining in with the dock workers to help meet the ever increasing demand that came with a growing trade city.

Once having obtained the luxury of stability, two members of this traveling group, one Moira and one Getsumei Tsudzurao quietly got married, Moira giving birth to a son only a few months later, the suddenness of which raised a few eyebrows amongst their people on account of the timing of "loving" the parents must have been.

Yet their child would ultimately never know his parents, or at least not very well. a dockworking accident stealing away their lives when he was only a few years old and leaving him an orphan, bouncing around from "aunt" to "uncle" and ultimately teaching him a large variety of skills and talents, but leaving him a bit reticent and quiet at times. Unwilling to draw attention to himself for fear of incurring a backlash.

As early as he could, he did his best to earn a working wage through any form of work that he could handle, initially starting on the docks and using his small frame to snake through tight areas and his quick fingers to handle damaged locks or hard to reach ropes, working hard despite the fact that not all of his community approved that he should be doing such heavy labor.

Hating the feeling of being unable to belong though, Mark was always thankful for the opportunity to have something to do, as being busy would distract him from thinking harder thoughts, or being troubled by the future or past. At least after a full day's work, all men were equal in the eyes of the paycheck. (this wasn't true. When in considering his age, his pay was often less than the others. But he knew this, and didn't particularly care.)

This form of peacefulness was eventually forbade from him as when he started to experience his growth spurt, his lanky frame led to some near accidents, to which his current "aunt" found an excuse to forbid him from working at the docks, Instead teaching him the art of music, and encouraging him to play upon the streets. Something he proved moderately talented at and would spend the next several years doing in order to supplement they who he was living with.

## Appearance

"Mark" is one of the furless Miqo'tai and appears to be rather human-like in figure save for a long fluffy tail and a pair of white ears peeking up from his head, his eyes are a dangerously alluring red, something that has been carried into through his family for generations. His frame is thin and contains a lithe dexterity to it, but is rather lanky, his nails carrying an unnatural sharpness to them to suffice as claws if subjected to danger.

## Personality

Mark often has trouble speaking, finding whole sentences quite troublesome to form although this is not due to a lack of intelligence, but rather a lack of interaction. Never needing to find himself leading a conversation as people all too often complete their own thoughts with little help. This has resulted in a rather quiet personality that only speaks a few words here and there. Preferring to demonstrate things as to actively chatter away. The only thing that seems to provoke him with any consistency is talk of lewdness, something he'll often shut down immediately due to a visible discomfort with it.

## Loves

Despite it having been forced upon him, Mark deeply appreciates the sound of music, and will often enjoy duetting or joining with the musician with whom it originated. In addition, his favorite activities include dextrous tricks with the hand, often involving small coins or other metallic objects. Anything to keep him focused or distracted for a while.

## Fears

On account of his various aunts and uncles occasionally "mingling" with other people in a "certain" way, Mark is lightly traumatized in regards to sexual activity, and has a deepseated fear of anyone with an ingrained sexual proclivity. Preferring to avoid the subject as much as possible, or if impossible avoid the person entirely to stay away from having his trauma stoked or worsened.

## Hobbies

Music and Sleights of hand are the two hobbies that Mark has most strongly. Enjoying the feeling of trying to control fine movements and adapt them to the current situation, his hands have gotten quite dexterous over time, whether it comes to tricks with a coin, the buttons of a flute, or the inner workings of a lock. Although the latter is something he tends to only engage in when the lock itself is purported to be broken.

## Family

Moira (Deceased) - Mother

Getsumei Tsudzurao (Deceased) - Father

Despite referring to the other older members of the miqo'tai in his community as "aunt" and "uncle", he shares no blood ties with them.

## Friends

Currently Mark has no people in his list of friends, his experiences having made him feel quite distant from the others of his age.

## Enemies

Luckily mark has made no enemies thus far.

## Aspirations

Mark has a dream of one day visiting the homeland of his people, but doesn't put much stock, faith, or interest in making it happen. He also has a minor curiosity towards the potential of trying to find out who his grandparents were if they are still alive, or encountering them in some fashion. Something that he again - puts no stock in occurring.

The lack of strength in his aspirations does tend to let him languish in his current spot in the city, although time will tell if some interaction may change his careless attitude.