<div class="floatright">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/40dc459bc1a474b3ad0bb27a81c988de/tumblr_n0e4gtpMQG1smxy5ko1_r2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name : </strong>Marcus Serpenthelm<br/><strong>Race: </strong>Half elf-human (but with a bit of dwarven blood which neither side of the family will admit to)<br/><strong>Occupation: </strong>Ranger (will scribe for money)<br/><strong>Ons : </strong>Caves, mines, taverns, interesting quests, damsels to rescue, good drink, libraries, assertive women<br/><strong>Offs : </strong>Boring people, towns with bad beer, malicious people, people who take from those who cannot afford it.<br/><strong>Favorite </strong>Mode of Attack: Bow and short sword.  Not too bad with a dwarven axe if necessary.<br/><strong>Height : </strong>A hair under 6 foot.<br/><strong>Build : </strong>Athletic-ish, well the beer is good, and the mead…<br/><strong>Description : </strong>Has shoulder-length dark hair and a well-kept beard, the latter only to keep his face warm.  He is reasonably athletic in build, his primary strength being stamina as he can walk non-stop for nearly a day or run for nearly half a day and still be able to fight at the end.  His armour is soft leather under chain-mail with some hard leather to protect shins, forearms and a few more 'important' places.<br/><strong>Personality : </strong>Marcus tries to do good, but it doesn’t always work out the way he planned. Alignment-wise he’s best described as Chaotic-Good.  Liable to flights of fancy and to rush in before he know all the facts of the situation.<br/><strong>Story : </strong>Has been sent off to performs quests and ‘level up’.  He suspects it was to get him out of everyone’s hair.  Still being out is better than being cooped up in an elven monastery learning basic elven law.  He is a competent scribe and can read, write and speak several languages to varying ability but is quickly bored by rote-learning.