Name: Marduk Swordwind
Age: Late 20s
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A jaded man with a foul mouth, Marduk stands at a measly 5'7" and bears an impressively athletic build. What betrays his Elven heritage are his otherworldly youth, piercing emerald eyes, and hair white as snow. He usually dresses sparsely, preferring mobility over protection in most engagements and trusting in the speed of his Elven blood.
Abilities:
Stronger and faster than the average human, Marduk possesses the body of a natural warrior. While it isn't particularly hardy, his mastery of arms allows him to hold most foes at bay. His proficiency with most forms of weaponry is his greatest skill, having been trained by Elven weapon-masters who possess centuries of experience in the art of war. He has particularly trained in the usage of the staff, seeing it as an "origin point" for most other combat forms. Marduk was able to pick up such skills rather quickly due to his particularly potent Elven blood, and his strong connection to his Leargas. Such a connection was awakened when Marduk had "consumed" a fairy.
Marduk's Leargas in question is quite powerful, even in comparison to the ones that most Elves possess, his ancestor possessing a strong warrior's spirit. By drawing upon the memories of his ancestor, Marduk is capable of summoning divine shades of his ancestor's weapons, each one artifacts of a god from a bygone era. Blessed constructs of light that burn away curses, he can only summon one armament at a time. However, the more he taps into the hidden power of such weapons, the further he risks himself of getting completely possessed by his ancestor, losing his sense of self in the process. Even now, Marduk is prone to fits of rage in the midst of combat, the wrath of his ancestor forever beating in his heart, a bloodlust that only a life of battle could quell.
It is believed that finding the artifacts of his ancestor would give Marduk a greater control of his Leargas, perhaps even quell his ancestor's rage in full. However, they are all lost to time, having been scattered since the betrayal of the Fairies. These weapons are a great sword, a war hammer, a pair of daggers, and a spear. By giving an "anchor" to the memories of his ancestor's armaments, perhaps Marduk could even unlock their true potential...
History:
A man of few words, with those few words being foul and uncouth, much of Marduk's past is shrouded in mystery. His earliest memory was that one fateful night. He was merely a child, and he had awoken to a scene of bloodshed, one where the bodies of many Fomorians were strewn across the ground before him. In his hands, he had clutched the remains of a fairy, its blood painted all over his face. Not soon after was he taken in by a group of Elves, still very dazed and confused. It was then that he was given the name "Marduk," among other things, namely being told that his Leargas had awakened, and he was the host to a powerful ancestral spirit.
Afterwards, Marduk remembered being raised among the Elves, having taught many things by their kin. From meditation techniques he found rather boring, to feats of arms that he was particularly excited about, Marduk was immersed in their fading warrior culture. Unbeknownst to him, he was raised among a particular sect of Elves, a warrior cult with ties to Marduk's Elven ancestor. Even so, they declined to share with Marduk anything significant of his ancestry. Not that he cared too much in the end, although the constant secret-keeping grated on the youth as he grew older. It didn't help that the very same Elves held high expectations of Marduk, constantly comparing him with his particular ancestor. And as much as he desired to leave, the Elves insisted that he must stay and complete his training, as his bloodline would mark him as a target of the Fomorians.
It wasn't until he had spent his twentieth long winter with the Elves that they finally had shared with Marduk the secrets of his ancestor. The weapons he was able to draw out from his Leargas were scattered all around Albion, and it was his solemn duty to find each of these weapons, as only those of Marduk's ancestry are capable of truly wielding them. He was also informed that the reason the Elves were so hard on Marduk was because his Leargas required great discipline in order to truly wield, a lesson deeply ingrained within Marduk. Frankly, Marduk thought this was all a crock of bullshit, but didn't mind finally being left off the hook for once. Now, sent off with such a lofty goal in mind, Marduk was quick to learn more about the land of Albion, not knowing that his every action from here would be heavily scrutinized by powers beyond his control.
Anything else:
Not knowing his ancestor's true identity or name, Marduk refers to his Leargas as "Sharur," something he's heard the Elves whisper in hushed tones. He believes Sharur to be the dynasty of an ancient ruler or warlord of sorts, seeing as the Elves believe he is of royal blood.
While he acts like he barely knows the language, Marduk seems to be quite fluent in Elvish, possibly due to the influence of his Leargas. He would rather play the fool, however, if it meant listening in on juicy Elf gossip.
Marduk's ancestors had exiled themselves a short time before the Elves betrayed the last of the gods. Because of this, Marduk carries a seething hatred for the Fomorians and the Unseelie, one that he seldom is able to hold back. Gods forbid if his ancestor had any say in such matters.
Marduk's strength is quite baffling as he is capable of wielding weapons larger than any human would, let alone one of his lithe frame. Perhaps it is due to his diet?
It seems that although he is trained in ranged combat, Marduk shuns the use of dedicated ranged weaponry, including the bow and arrow, a favorite of the Elves. When asked, he merely comments that such weapons are "chicken shit." This same sentiment is held for most forms of armor.
Marduk carries with his person a wooden staff enchanted with durability and hardness, his primary weapon so he doesn't have to solely rely on his Leargas. He also wears the standard cloak and boots of the elves, equipment that allows him to skulk about silently and without being seen. Particularly effective within wooded lands.
