King Marcus Artorson

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King Marcus Artorson

NAME Marcus Artorson AGE 23 FACTION The First Kingdom ​

Traits
HEIGHT: 195 cm
BIRTHPLACE: TroskaWEIGHT: 97 kg
RESIDING: TroskaBUILD: Muscular
PARENTS: KingOFFSPRING: NoneEYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: Black
Hair Style: Long, semi platted with gold and silver
SKIN COLOR: Light Tan
Facial Hair: Long, semi platted with gold and silver
MARKINGS: A number of scars across his body.

Personality
Brash, confidence bordering on arrogance, pure belief in ones self. What else would you expect of a twenty three year old warrior king. Marcus has complete belief in himself, his kingdom and his gods as since he has come to the thrown he has only known glory.

Biography
Marcus was born the son of a King. The fledgling kingdom begun by his grandfather was still in turmoil after his father had taken the throne but in the capital he and his younger siblings were safe behind scores of his fathers sworn men. As soon as he began to walk he was trained to fight and to lead men, at first it was a simple and basic training regiment of giving him a wooden sword and told to fight any other child he could find with a sword. Slowly it developed into more and more complex forms of training, like all noble men of Troska Marcus needed to learn to fight and win. Then he was taught how to lead and govern, at six he would spend an hour a day with his father in the main council chamber residing over disputes between the rival lords of his kingdom.

The rest of his childhood became a revolving door of, blood sweat and tears. Training, fighting, learning, feasting and fighting. To Marcus it was pure joy. At the age of ten it all changed, at first it was little things, items in his room would move. When he commanded people to do something they didn't just obey they became robots. Both he and his father did not take much notice until he was taken on his first off world raid with his father. Attacking the planet of Kemla Marcus and his father Rorik's men attacked three settlements across the northern side of the planet. At the final settlement Rorik's men finally met a wall to their destruction when a local Jedi Knight and his Padawan. The two Jedi were able to cut down a number of there raiders until Rorik challenged the Knight to one on one combat, slaying him. The Padawan had tried to intervene, but as he threw his lightsaber at Rorik's back Marcus used what the Jedi called the force to pull the lightsaber back to himself. The Padawan was captured and made a slave to Rorik. During the trip back to Troska the Padawan introduced himself as Tri-Al and began to speak to Marcus about the force and tried to make him understand his power.

Rorik overheard his sons and Tri-Al's conversation and soon locked the Padawan away from his son until he consulted with the elders and priests. What the wider world called the force is known to the Troskan's but here it is not practiced like the Jedi or the Sith nor is it called and explained in the same way. To the Troskan's it is a gift from the God's something that should be celebrated and harnessed, so under guard Marcus was sent to travel Troska and train and learn with those who also used the force on Troska.

Two years later he had learned little, many of those who use the force on Troska have no real control and instead can only harness the force in battle. And slowly Marcus's mind slipped back to Tri-Al and his power from the gods. Returning to his father upon his birthday Marcus asked of the Padawan and found that he was still in his fathers service and currently served as a serving boy. Marcus found Tri-Al later the same night serving him his food, during the feast Marcus took the boy aside and was astonished to find that the former Padawan had renounced his Jedi ways and had accepted the true Troskan gods. Yet he still retained his skill and power in the force. The next day Marcus spoke to his father and convinced him that now with Tri-Al a true believer he can teach him to harness the power of the gods.

And so the revolving door of, blood sweat and tears. Training, fighting, learning, feasting and fighting returned. At the age of eighteen Marcus's life changed, sometimes he thinks for the better sometimes the worse. His father was on a routine raid to a nearby system when his ship came under attack by the planets defense force, they had been given advanced warning of the Troskan attack and lay in wait for his arrival. Swarming his ship Rorik was able to hold off his attackers long enough for the rest of him men to get away before his ships shields finally failed and he was struck with a number of torpedoes destroying the ship.

At eighteen Marcus rose to the throne. His age however was already against him. Some of the more powerful Lords of The First Kingdom were already planning there defection. But Marcus had learned from his Father and Grandfather, he assembled the powerful Lords of the First Kingdom in the royal hall before they had a chance to begin their desertion. Picking one of the Lords he knew wanted to leave he asked him to bow and swear his fealty, the older Lord only glared back at him, finally spitting in his direction. This would normally call for swords but instead Marcus tapped into the one ability he knew he had more mastery than anyone in that room. 'The Force' he reached out his hand and through the strength of his will forced the man onto his knees and then onto all fours. Placing a foot upon his back he looked around at all of the other Lords in the room daring them to challenge his will. Declaring that he will avenge his father's death before taking up his crown. He lead a fleet of Troskan ships to Cirrus were his father had died, he attached there ships, burned a handful of towns, stealing all there worth, killing the men and enslaving the women and children. He left one behind to tell them the tale.

Returning to his hall, he unloaded the valuables at the foot of his fathers throne, he gave one slave to every free man in the hall and claimed the dais to the throne. Sitting upon the seat he claimed that he will conquer Troska and the galaxy. In the name of his father and his father before him, under the banner of The First Kingdom.


Skills & Abilities
Trained since birth for war Marcus's abilities in combat are extensive, like all Troskan's face to face combat is Marcus's specialty, including the use of axe's, spears and swords both with one hand or two. However he has learnt to shoot a blaster and a rifle but neither to any great skill.

During his years of raiding, Marcus has learned how to pilot a number of craft that The First Kingdom use however none to great skill, he instead relies on his personal pilots to fly the ship instead whilst he picks the target and takes part in the boarding.

Possessions
Weapons:
One Handed Brondir Short Axe: Dauðrhamr (Deaths-Abode) This is used for close combat and often as a throwing weapon. Marcus always carries this weapon into battle.

One Handed Brondir War Axe: Beinbrestar (Bone-Breaker) Longer than the short axe, this blade is used during open combat and is excellent in defeating enemies with a naturally tougher skin. Marcus interchanges this with his sword when travelling into battle.

One handed Brondir Sword: Brekitǫnn (Wolf's-Tooth) Used in open combat like the War Axe, this weapon is better with face to face combat takes place as the blade is able to parry as well as strike. Marcus interchanges this with his War Axewhen travelling into battle.

Lightsaber: Dagrbrandr (Light-Blade) Taken from a captured Jedi Padawan who is now in his service, Marcus carries this weapon more as a show of his strength as much as a weapon, though over recent years he has practiced using the weapon. The blade has a dark blue hue.

Kveykvaskjǫldr: Marcus owns a number of Kveykvaskjǫldr (Light Shield) and will always carry one into battle or raiding. They are normally painted with his house symbol.