Prefered Armor Type: Any
Weapon of Choice: Any

Weight: 158 lbs
Height: 5'8"

Strongest Character Stat: Str/Dex/Con

Current Special Abilities: Lagging

Biography:
Born in the back streets of Lugard Marak never knew who his mother and father were. He remembered a taciturn old woman who used to feed and clothe him and several others, teaching them letters and stripping the hide off them when they stepped out of line, but the old crone had died when he was seven.

He survived the streets in which he grew up by sheer determination and luck, learning to steal, swindle and lie as the need arose.

At the age of 12, he came across a man trying to took advantage a beggar girl, without thinking he grabbed a rock and smashed it over the noble's head. Covered in blood, Marak ran without ever looking back.

Though slight for his age he was quick, he managed to get work with a caravan as a runner.

Hard work and the years soon filled out his physique and he progressed to become a scout, then a guide and finally a guard, convincing the guards to teach him whichever weapon they would.

Twenty years of travel have taken him from the gates of Shara to the Borderlands, Tanchico to Tear but finally the caravan master decided to retire.

Unsure what to do next his eye caught an ornately worked poster. The Rising Sun was recruiting. Well he'd been there before, good place to stop for a while, packing his things he set off to the east.