Marc Corliss

[Kutlin]

Name: Marc Corliss= Kutlin

Age: 25

Race: Human

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 190 lbs


Description: Marc is of lean and athletic build, he is toned but not overly muscular. He has short black hair which he keeps cut neatly and militaristic. There is a scar below his left eye in the shape of an 'X', this is an identifying mark, easily concealable but it is the mark of the name Kutlin.

Possessions:
His scimitar, crossbow and a dagger in his right boot are the only weapons he carries with him.
He also carries with him a snall book of recipes for poisons and antidotes. They are written in a sort of code. it is merely a series of numbers and letters that he is associated with words or names.

Powers:
He doesn't have any magical powers. He relies on his wit and agility, stealth and concentration to give him his advantage in battle. He is an expert with one handed swords such as his scimitar, and he is a true marksman with a bow and the crossbow. He prefers the bow, as it keeps him at a distance from his enemy, but the sword is the mark of his lineage. The lineage of the assassin Kutlin.

Weaknesses:
He has a weakness for the ladies, to be honest it is his strongest. He refuses to kill or hurt women as he sees them as inherently innocent beings. He will go out of his way on his quarry not to and to some extent protect them from being harmed. He second is when it comes to his pride. Not in the sense of insults, but more shortcomings from a failed plan or scheme are the utmost tragedy to him. He will go to the ends of the earth to rectify a mistake or to seek revenge.

History:
A long time ago a young child stole an apple, his parents had died earlier in the week protecting him from being sent to the local army for training. They had refused, and subsequently been murdered and taken out of the equation. During the night of the attacks, Marc stole away from the scene, escaping the men and continuing with his parents wishes of freedom. After he felt it was safe, he returned, his parents gone, and the house had been ransacked, almost in the sense of a robbery gone bad.

The child tried to fend for his own, stealing what he could to survive on. He stole food mostly, and if he desperately need shelter he would steal money for the cost. This act of stealing for food, changed his life from that point on. He had merely stolen an apple from a street vendor on the outskirts of the large town, but that seemed to be enough for the men to kill for. They chased him out almost to the edge of the surrounding woods. He hid behind a large rock as the men started to lose interest in the chase, and became more fascinated at the sport of shooting at him with their bows. That was when he showed up.

It was a man with a 'X' scarred into his left cheek below his eye. A man who carried a crossbow on his right hip, and a scabbard on his left. A man dressed in black and with a stern look on his face as he approached the men from behind. He snuck quietly from behind the men, from the direction of the town, he seemed to appear from nowhere. If Marc had the courage to look at the two men at that moment he would see that the man on the left fall, face first into the ground with a large thud, and the second man a second later following him down.

The men were not dead, the man in black was sure of it and was confident at the same time that his arrows were shot into non vital points, but the tips that were laced, would keep the men down more than likely for the night. With this confidence he walked to the stone where the boy was hid. He walked a few feet wide to the side and seen the boy clutching the apple in his left hand a rather large for his hand rock in his right.

The boy tossed the rock as hard as he could at the stranger, undoubtedly his last and only defense. The man easily dodged it, the child was not that good of a shot to say the least, but it showed the character of the boy. He seemed to have potential as a fighter, not a coward. The stranger walked closer to the boy now and bowed his head slowly and brought it back up.

"Now that wasn't very nice was it? What's your name boy?" The man was closer now, and Marc got a look at him closely. Even with the fading light he could make out his appearance fairly well. He seemed lean and strong, an athletic build but nothing overly striking, then he looked at his face. He had short black hair, and gray eyes. The eyes struck him deep, but not as deep as the scar beneath his left eye.

"Marc sir, Marc Corliss, please don't hurt me. I needed to steal the apple, I need to eat." There was a conversation that followed of the stranger introducing himself as Kutlin, He expressed the fact though, that Marc should call him Lan. Marc went on to tell him about his parents and the fact that he was now living on his own at the time. Lan showed sympathy for the boy, an emotion he normally didn't feel, let alone show. He told him that he was an assassin. Lan eased him though, by telling him that for him it was only a job, a job that had been around for a long time and so had the name Kutlin. Lan expressed that Marc should go back and apprentice for someone in the town, make a living and learn a trade. He then thought better about it, and offered to take him in as his own apprentice.

"I don't want to kill people. It's not something that should be done." Lan continued to express his disdain for Lan's current career. Shortly after Lan explained to him that he was not a murderer but a protector of sorts, much like he had done for Marc. He continued to go on telling Marc how even though his life may have some dark paths there was a code of honor that went with it.

Marc eventually warmed up to the idea of being a protector, and stopping people from taking innocent lives, even if it did mean taking the life of someone else. Marc was fifteen at the time, and that night he received three things that made him much more. The sword, their sword, one with a jade stone implanted into the silver and ivory pommel, the blade was long and curved and lethal. He received a scar, their scar, just below his eye on his left cheek, a identifying mark that was given to the first true rogue. The last thing he received was a name and a lineage.....Kutlin.