Name: Markus GrimSlade
Age: 42
Height: 6ft
Weight: 220
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black, with grey peppering it.
Skin: Tanned
Sex: Male
Race: Human


             {Appearance}

Standing at 6ft even, this man wouldn't be anything remarkable to look at, or make him stand out from the normal. In a land of many exotic beings, and scupltures of gods and goddesses, he'd almost seem plain, as his features were bronze in color, slightly weathered with creases at the corners of his eyes. Medium length strands of hair would dangle down over his features, streaked with grey to show that he has lived a larger portion of his mortal life. Even the goatee would be littered with such grey streaks, while a scruff would appear along the rest of his features. If one were to study him more closely, it'd almost seem his hair and beard was trimmed with his own dagger. A set of hazel eyes would gaze out from beneath his bangs that normally dangled infront of his view.

Though he wasn't no muscled goliath like many, they'd see that his toned arms were slender, though solid muscle, along with that of his back from the thousands of arrows that he has drawn and released from the longbow that was strapped to it at all times. His clothing at times could be vibrant silks if it is needed, yet more often than not, he's dressed in simple leathers with a cowl pulled over his features, a burning bundle of rolled up herbs dangling off his bottom lip.

On the skin that is exposed, he'd have several tattoos, ranging from a wolf head that seemed to have been carved into the flesh with a dagger, then had dye rubbed into it, too a more proffessionaly done one of a two hands one holding a bottle of some sorts, the other holding a dagger, between them would seem to be a small vial.

            {Weaponary}

A dagger would be stuck in his left boot, and a large longbow would be on his back, engraved in one side of it would be the word "Justice" while on the other side would be a similiar engraving of "Mercy." Whomever this man is, it'd seem the many races and different beings were new to him, having learned that Wetboys here were called Assassins, and that his god didn't exist, it hasn't caused him to stray from his path.