[quote=Dextkiller] Sky, yes, [i][b]she[/b][/i] [/quote] *cough* Sorry there, bud. Care to try again? ^_^; EDIT: Oh, and here's this! [hider=Emmeric Marcure]Full Name: Emmeric Marcure Nicknames: Em (to those who wish to annoy him) | Marc | “The Noble” Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 26 Hair: Black, and generally messy but with the sort of "styling" that makes it look as if he has tried slicking it back numerous times. Skin: Fair, yet tanned from his days spent in sunny streets. Has a fair amount of battle scars. Eyes: A cool green. Height: 5"8' Weight: 151 lbs. Place of Birth: Tevelesen, the shining star of the north-west. The city sits in the middle of a desert oasis and it’s grandiose size, despite the location, comes from the numerous amount of gem deposits which are mined out from under the city’s foundation. Concerns have arisen about the possibility of the entire area falling due to rotting support beams and the weight of the continuingly towering buildings that the nobles are building, but the worried voices have fallen on the deaf ears of anybody capable of changing as much. The city’s structure falls in a rough circle; any form of city planning tossed to the wayside in favor of outer expansion. The rich, upper class are concentrated and crammed within the center, the lower class spread out, and always pushing the city’s outer limits further from the city’s nobility, and the middle class jammed between the two while trying to expand out themselves into the purchased hovels of the lower class. Buildings are made of either a mixture of sand, clay and straw -- the composition of which depending on the standards of the the surrounding social class -- or of a shining white marble. The poor use a baser rammed earth method for building, while the middle class uses an adobe brick. The marble, naturally, is reserved for the shining palaces and towers of the rich. This is a city which people come to in order to make a profit and advance their standing in the world. Unfortunately for them, business here only favors the already wealthy. So, to make ends meet, they join one of the numerous underground (no pun) “businesses” which are only too happy to have a couple more footmen on payroll. It’s a “career” that some are cut out for, while for others it just ends with them cut and alone in a hole, but as far as gem smuggling goes, Tevelesen is the Aegan epicenter of it. Of course, that isn’t their only “dirty” means of income. Appearance: Emmeric’s face is angular. Not gaunt, as if he hasn’t been able to feed himself properly, but a jagged, full type of face to compliment his pointed chin and his other relatively regular facial features. He’s a type of handsome that you would recognize the goodly tramp for, but with a smile that let’s on to more than it should as to what’s going on in his mind’s eye. He generally carries himself in an exaggerated manner. Whether it’s flailing about in some fake panic, his displeasure of being fed something horrid, or simply walking down the street with an unearned swagger. He does so with the same zest as an actor who is trying too hard. Occupation in the frontier forces: Laborer Gear of choice: -Clothing: A white, long-sleeved cotton shirt | a makeshift overshirt, fashioned from a potato sack, and with a small "v" in the front which is laced with a simple drawstring | A pair of black trousers; heavy stitching, and patchwork can be seen on the outer sides of both legs | a pair of leather boots | A burlap cloak -Weaponry: A small, custom navaja, which he keeps on the inside of his sack shirt. Having nicked it off a trade caravan during one of his very few solo (and successful) jobs, he keeps it with him everywhere he goes. It has the curious imagery of a chimera overpowering a dragon on one side of the blade, a submerged leviathan being overwhelmed by a fiery bird on the other, and a golden, curved and rippling hilt with a snake’s head at the end. -Miscellany: A flask filled with water (sometimes not) | A pocket-watch (accurate to the hour) | A needle (only slightly rusted) | String of various colors and sizes (Mostly black, brown or white) Positive Personality Traits: Jovial | Determined | Bold | Economical Negative Personality Traits: Distrustful | Avoids physically strenuous work | Conceited | Vacuous Misc. Quirks: Sighs a lot | A big eater | “Theatrical” | Surprisingly Superstitious Likes: Relaxing | Wine | A warm fire | Birds | Horror stories Dislikes: Nature (aside from birds) | Aggressive Personalities | Loud noise Hobbies: Card games | Collecting unique currency | Strolling through city streets | Making his own clothes Paired character: Youn Barlai (Skyswimsky) Connection with paired character: “Partners” fantastico History: Emmeric comes from a small family of five. A middle child, he was never treated with the respect that his ways more capable older brother was shown or doted on with the same amount of attention that his little sister received. Despite his parents’ every effort and attempt, the three children were raised in a poverty where they could eat everyday and be full, but not be able to afford the luxuries of nice clothing or being able to throw parties for their every year of getting older, not even for the big days of them finally being able to work and support the family’s mutual well-being, or for their official entering into adulthood. Perhaps because of this, the middle child never exactly lived up to his parents’ expectations for him. His father wanted Emmeric to simply have a stable, good-paying job; his mother, a happy home full of a dozen grandchildren. What they got instead was a young man who was loose with who he slept with, and even looser with his money. His personality was the kind that got him what he immediately wanted but with obvious repercussions in the future than he was willing to acknowledge. The middle Marcure’s adolescent years were not spent working and improving himself like his older brother did to attract a wealthy wife (even if she were an older widower), or the kind of primping and educating his sister received so that she one day may become a politician and advocate for the lower-class, but in a stupor where he hung out with a similar lazy, charming group of good-for-nothings, and spent all his spare change on food for himself or at card tables. Due to this, his parent’s never bring up Emmeric’s existence when discussing their children with their friends or neighbors (even if they never chastised him for his reckless behavior), and is viewed as pathetic by his much more successful older sibling. The only one to support him was his sister, who was always aware of her brother’s path in life, and encouraged him to do better for himself, despite whatever his current circumstance may be. He made his own first coin as a pickpocket. It started as a dare from a friend, and years down the line, it was a dare that shaped much of his life. He got involved in with the dangerous underground types who were always willing to exploit the people around them to make an easy profit. Nothing more than a neutral gofer of sorts, he was a freelance hire around the city, known for his erratic work performance, and the steady cut from his knife-wielding hand. Many viewed him as suspicious -- having his hand in so many honeypots at once meant that he was a liability as well as a “source” of information -- but was viewed by many of these assorted gang leaders as “a loose end they were willing to keep loose, for now” for each their own personal gain. Marcure was a man viewed as an incompetent menace by the rank-and-file footmen, but as a sort of “diamond in the rough” to the higher ups; all of whom who wanted nothing more than to crack all those secrets out of him. They discarded this “jewel” after his brief possession of a gem. It was standard fare for him -- a courier job for an unnamed, sometimes faceless, man -- so it was nearly impossible for Emmeric to fail. Alas, such was the case as he encountered the quick-witted, and disingenuous, young Youn. She had met him at the meeting spot, gave the correct signals, yet the next day, he had been accused of stealing the magic storing device -- then selling it -- and simply wanted dead for his most recent, and financially important, failure. Giving up the current belongings not on his body, an easy task given the so little he owned (and that all family, except for his sister, had cut ties from him), and going into hiding was his plan for that moment. It wasn’t long before he was able to track the girl and the gem down -- figuring that the least he could do now was prove his accusers right -- just as she was encountering her own stint of danger for her committed robbery. Despite his regular reluctance in getting involved, and even with this was the thief who had gotten a bounty put on his head, Emmeric found himself approaching the group casually, and stabbing one of the weapon-wielding brigands in the back with his knife. A fight broke out; it was between him and the group of five that wanted both him and the girl dead. He was able to take out another with only a black eye and a few cuts and bruises. One of the bastards had snuck up behind him, though, and was able to land a heavy blow to his head. He woke up in an unfamiliar hovel not much later, and had the reason as to why he wasn’t dead explained to him by the very same girl who had stolen from him. It didn’t take them very long to figure out they were better off trying to get out of the city together than alone, so that’s what they did. They sold the depleted gem and used the money to pay for passage to the other side of the continent. The circumstance of their meeting had Emmeric convinced of one thing, however. That they were “destined” to reach the “Lost Continent”; the rumors of which had him practically drooling at the thought of all the riches to be had. But with all their gem money gone from traveling across Aega, and with neither of them having some rich benefactor, they were forced to sell themselves into a form of indentured service for passage.[/hider]