Name: Marquis Cartell
Appearance: Shaggy, long, black hair. Brown eyes. His face has a somewhat 'wild' look to it. 5'8" in height, and 135lbs in weight. Muscular tone from his farmer lifestyle. His clothing consists of ragged slacks, a hemp rope belt, and a short sleeved shirt worn from numerous washing and use. His shoes are of a dingy brown leather. The left one having a hole in the back, and the right one having the lacing coming apart at the sole.
Theme Song: Song
Affinity: Dusk Hours
Equipment/Personal Items: Hunting knife and locket
Likes: Star gazing, Nature, His locket, Colder shadowed areas(i.e. The shade of a tree)
Dislikes: Sudden bright light(s), crowded areas, extreme temperatures(very hot, very cold)
Habits: Tends to act first, and think later.
Personality: Dim on the outside, and bright on the inside. Marquis is the type to stay silent during a group conversation, making small comments here and there until eventually he relaxes enough that he opens up. After this point he's more like to joke and fool around and become much 'Brighter' persay.
Biography: Marquis Cartell, for all he knew, was born and raised with his parents Luke Cartell and Maryian Cartell at their farmhouse. He knew of no other parents, and of no other home. His real parents had abandoned him at Mr. and Mrs. Cartell's doorstep nineteen years ago and have been seen again. At first rumours spread in the village that the boy was of witch descent or that his parents were outlaws and were just trying to dump the dead weight. The night of Marquis's discovery, two hooded figures could be seen stalking through the village. Watchmen figured them for beggers and paid them no mind. These two figures just kept on walking through the village until eventually they reached the outskirts. There at the village's farthest reach was an old farmhouse. There these figures walked up to the door and placed down a large wicker basket. Inside this basket were two things. One was a swaddled babe, and the other was a locket that rested on top of the child. Turning back with no hesitation the two figures walked away and just simply seemed to disappear in the shadows.
Barely an hour later the door was opened by a fairly large, and fairly shocked Luke Cartell. He had gone to start tending to the farms during the wee hours of the morning. Instead he had nearly fell down face first of his porch in an attempt to avoid stepping on the infant on his porch. An infant of all things. Where did it come from? Who is this infant? Why is it here? How old is it? What sex is it? Many similar questions ran through Luke's head as he panicked. Scooping up the basket and rushing inside, closing the door with his foot, he called out for his wife Maryian. Placing the basket on the dining table, Luke rushed up to his bedroom and woke up his wife in a rush. He was speaking complete gibberish. Talking about a million miles per second. His wife had to shout at her husband to calm down to get him to shut up. She had never seen her husband like this, and all in all he was making a fool of himself. Letting him walk her down to the dining room, Maryian went from calm to confused in half a second. A child, what was a child doing in their house? Where did Luke get this child?
The two talked it out trying to figure out every possible reason as to why the child was left there. In the end they only came up with one thing. They may not know who might have left the child there, or why. Though what they knew is that they couldn't just ignore the child now. They would have to be this child's parents, and they would have to raise him. They couldn't, in good conscious, give the child to another family or leave it in the woods. It would be another mouth to feed, they agreed, but once the child becomes of age it would be a great help to the farm. From then on Marquis lived his life with his 'Aunt and Uncle' Maryian and Lark. He knew they weren't his real parents, but what he didn't know was that his aunt and uncle weren't really his aunt and uncle at all. Not by blood, nor by marriage. At the age of six, Marquis fell his first tree. The age of nine, Marquis was able to plow the farm all on his own. The age of twelve he learned how to ride a mare and after that he started carrying sellables to the village to be sold so that his family will have the coin to buy supplies for when winter comes.
At the age of fifteen Marquis had fallen in love. The girl was a year younger than he was. Her name was Susan Kallian. Her hair was fiery red, and grew down her back. Her eyes spoke of fierceness and the wild. She was a willful child, always doing what she pleased. One day as Marquis bringing in the extra grain to sell to the village, Susan had jumped onto the back of the wagon and riled through the sacks until she had found Marquis's lunch. Taking a bite of the dried strip of meat she had pulled out with a gleam of victory in her eyes, Susan smirked at the boy. With a scowl and a shout, Marquis stopped the horse and faced the girl. Telling the girl off for taking his food, he asked her to pay for what she had stolen. The girl merely laughed and asked him in a mocking tone, What are you going to do about it? When Marquis did nothing the girl shook her head and jumped off the wagon. The boy was like everyone else in the village, a pushover. Though as she was walking away, she felt a great force land on her left shoulder and the next thing she knew she was on the ground wrestling with the boy.
It didn't take long for the girl to outmaneuver Marquis and pin him to the ground flat on his back by his shoulders. They were both panting heavily. Sweat was dripping off the side of Marquis's brow, while for Susan it just dripped down onto Marquis. As they laid there, Susan started giggling. Out of nowhere, without any being provoked, she just started laughing. Staring into Marquis's contempt filled eyes, Susan smiled and kissed him on the forehead. I like you, you know. You're the first boy to stand up to me. For the first time Marquis noticed Susan was blushing. The girl let go of Marquis and trotted off and Marquis was left for the day to tend to what he actually came to do in the village. After that day, those two started to see each other more and more. After several months Marquis asked for her father's permission to marry her after he had come of age. Susan's father agreed to the marriage, which was to take place in three months. After which Marquis would be sixteen and by every right he would be a man. Three months later however, Susan had fallen ill. It was the day of his name-day, and Susan was struck with Scarlet Fever.
In the beginning Susan's parents assumed it to be a bit of hay fever, and nothing serious. Though it wasn't until Susan passed out in the middle of the village, was it found that Susan was badly ill. Susan was very late into the sickness, the healer diagnosed, and it seemed Susan was forcing herself to move around. Marquis heard the news later that day when he came into the village to buy supplies for the winter. Telling a friend of his to take the wagon swiftly back to his farm, he asked him to tell his Uncle Luke that he would not be coming home tonight because of the circumstances. The boy nodded and lept up onto the wagon and took off. Not taking a second look back at the wagon Marquis sprinted through the village and rushed into Susan's home. There he was greeted by her distress mother, and the rest of that day Marquis spent helping the healer. That night as Marquis was replacing the wet towel on Susan's forehead, she called out his name. Her voice was weak and distant, and Marquis had to lean in to hear it. She called out to him, said she was so happy that he came for her. Said that everything was going to be fine. Said not to worry. She told him that she had a gift, that she got from his uncle to give to him. She said the gift was a locket, one that was found with him the night he was found by his aunt and uncle.
She told him Tomorrow, I'll be all better... Tomorrow, you'll be a man... We can get married then... Don't forget to visit tomorrow... Don't forget, please, don't forget. As she spoke, her eyes grew more and more distant and her voice was becoming weaker. In a panic Marquis held Susan tightly, tears running down his face, repeating over and over that he wouldn't forget. Repeated over and over that she had to stay awake. Though all was for naught. There, in the shadows of the room, Susan whispered her last words in Marquis's ear. I love you Marquis.. Don't ever forget. The shadows of the room seemed to become all the darker as Susan let out her last dying breath.