#marcus starter

“I thought I’d lost you,” Marcus murmured, taking her hand. “Don’t scare me like that anymore.”

Marcus sat across from her. “So... You like to dig people up? Is it a sex thing or a money thing?”

;; @avengeriiism (NarutoVerse!Marcus) In a world where people with large amounts of chakra stood at the top, Marcus should be condemned to stay at the bottom. He was by no means a ninja in the conventional sense, but specified in his own art of assassination, and an extremely effective one at that. Chakra seemed to radiate from people, so that could only mean easy detection of you can't suppress it. No chakra, no detection, no problem. Yet he still had jutsu like abilities that ran off stamina rather than chakra. It's something that upon thought, shouldn't be a thing of this world. And it's not. They're gifts from a god. In an unfamiliar world and strange powers, Marcus struggled to find a profession. He soon realised that assassination was his greatest skill, and his abilities were perfectly suited to the art. A private assassin with an 100% success rate? Worth a lot. But word gets out about such a thing. Places become prepared. That's why one task went south at a place hailed as the "Village hidden in the leaves". He was captured, but only for a short while. The target survived, but so did Marcus. Only issue was that the village would be expecting his return. --- In his time away training further, an individual passed by wearing a symbol from the village. Was this a scout? Were they after Marcus? Either way, he couldn't let the stranger live in the name of safety, and so a kunai knife was directed towards this new person, soon on its way through the air. One less problem to deal with inside the village.

;; @shsl-mentalist-trio Markets were the best place for an assassin to carry out his work. A crowded one could be both better and worth. All depends on your preference. In this case, nothing could be worse. This target had been tracked for months, and now Marcus finally had him in his sights. All he had left to do was get close, take him out and then fade back into the thralls of people. But nothing ever goes the way you want. Other times it does, but not in the way that you expect. Like your assassination target being killed by someone else before you reach them. Yes, they were dead, but not by his hand. It begged the question- who killed them? With what? Why? By now the crowd had dispersed in a mess of scream and limbs flailing to avoid their own lives being ended prematurely, and left Marcus crouched over the corpse as he examined it. Too soon, sirens were audible, and closing in fast. Seen here, blame would fall to him- something avoidable if only he had no weapons on his person. With no way of getting the body away quickly as the first of the force rounded the corner, Marcus skulked away into the shadows. Without keen eyes, he was invisible.

Like for a starter!