APPEARANCE

Height :: 5'11" / 180 cm

Weight :: 183 lbs / 83 kg

Body Type :: He's right between endomorph and mesomorph

Eye Color :: Bright green

Hair Color :: Brown [ short, curly and often parted to the side ]

Skin Color :: Rich tanned complexion

Scars :: (1) There are dozens of whip scars littering his skin on his back which he gained from the torturing he received back when he was a slave. (2) He has a slave brand burned on his nape. It's in the symbol ᜃᜓ on his nape means 'ko' which is a possessive pronoun meaning 'mine' given to slaves to mark ownership. (3) He also has prominent claw marks running along his upper right arm that he got from an old mishap with wild animals.

Tattoos :: He has these two simple black mark tattoos around his left wrist.

Piercings :: Has numerous small silver piercings along his ear, with one larger piercing in the shape of a cross at the bottom.

Other features :: His left brow is slit and he has a beauty mark under his left eye.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits :: Despite being a wanted thief, Markus has a good heart. Being raised in a circus that took in people that society deemed "different" taught him to be openminded and accepting of others. Markus is also rather patient and doesn't let insults and degrading words get to him - he's had enough of those for a lifetime and had pretty much been immune to it. And he might be a teasing asshole most of the time but he's respectful and the concept of consent is a big thing for him. Surprisingly yet not, Markus is also a generous person and it can be seen on how he never uses the money he steals for himself, majority of which he gives to lower class citizens and only keeps the bare minimum if he needs it. The rogue, once attached, is also quite protective and nurturing even if he doesn't seem like it.

Neutral Traits :: Markus is, in his own way, charismatic and carries himself with confidence. He has a naturally flirtatious and carefree personality that sometimes can come off as either endearing or just irritating. His mischievous and teasing tendencies doesn't really help his situation either. He can also sometimes come off as breezy and self-absorbed but it's more like something he pulls to mess with people in a playful manner.

Negative Traits :: Still, Markus' smug and sometimes vain character stems from his own emotional walls, having been the kind of person that would rather pretend he's proud of himself rather than admitting his own insecurities. Also, due to traumatic experiences with both familial and romantic relationships, he's often untrusting and is not the kind to open up to others. He's dishonest and deceptive, and would flat out lie about a lot of things and uses his sharp tongue to navigate through difficult situations. The bastard is also rather perverted and 10/10 times would Touch the Butt™.

ABILITIES

Skills :: Has amazing aim in both knife throwing, darts, and especially in bow and arrow. He's also a skilled player of several stringed instruments. He's also surprisingly a great cook, especially with homecooked recipes.

Talents :: He has a genuinely good singing voice. He's also naturally born with people's skills and showmanship.

Magical abilities :: Divine Luck and Weapon Conjuring [ Divine Luck grants the user unnatural luck but also comes with the promise of consequences at random times in the future] [ Weapon Conjuring gives them the ability to conjure a weapon of choice from raw magic; however, he can only summon weapons that he's already familiar with]

ANIMAL FAMILIAR

Name :: Coco

Species :: Ferret (Mustela putorius furo)

Appearance :: They're about 13" long, has black beady eyes and white fur. [Link]

Personality :: Coco shares a destructive brain cell with Markus, the two being partners in crime on countless occasions. They're a sneaky, mischievous ferret that can either cuddle you or kill you in your sleep. Sometimes, Markus would also use Coco as a distraction through either their cuteness or their ability to break everything they see. Unfortunately for him though, Coco adapted a lot of his personality and never listens to him unless bribed. Gender? They identify as a fucking threat.

[ Special thanks to Charlie (@/popcornaddict500) for helping me for Coco's name before. <3 ]

BACKGROUND

[ Trigger Warning: Slavery, Death, Physical Abuse ]

Markus was the adopted child of a pair of performers and owners of a traveling circus. He was originally found as an infant on an oasis in the Fenekh Desert, near the Clouded Mountains, sickly and close to death. His two moms took him in and raised him as their own. He never really had a hometown because of how much they move around but Markus was raised in a world of wonder and entertainment by his mothers. There, he learned small magic tricks and was taught impeccable aiming skills using knives and arrows.

This was his only home, all until their caravans were attacked by bandits during their travels in Nopal, stealing everything they had, including women and children, and then burning the rest to the ground. Markus, barely 12-years-old, was one of the children taken and sold off to slavery from one noble to another. He was eventually bought and became a servant to the ill-tempered and abusive Baron Giselle from the Nation of Firent. This particular noble had the worst anger issues and was even known to beat his employees for no reason, some even to the point of death.

But despite the dangers of it all, Markus ended up having a secret relationship with the daughter of his current master. Vivica Giselle, or 'Vivi' as he used to call her, was Markus' first and only love for years. However, during her coming of age and after sharing their first time with one another, Markus had asked Vivi to run away with him - an offer that Vivi turned down. She didn't wish to leave the life of luxury and chose her father's fortune over him.

It was also on that particular night when Baron Giselle caught them together. He then dragged Markus to the worst months of his entire life. Locked up in their underground, the Baron subjected the young man to torturous beatings and starvation. It was a miracle he even survived. And within that time, never once did Vivica look for or visit him. Finally, after six months of torture under his owner's whip, at the age of 18, the Baron then turned Markus into a gift for the well-respected Duchess Gagnon of Firent in hopes of gaining her favor.

Unfortunately for the nobleman, the Duchess was not amused by his crimes and so she sent him to the legal court for judgment under the Nation's Papess herself. Markus, now taken in by the said Duchess, was then nursed back to health and given a second chance of life. Sadly, although some would think he would be happy, this second chance only woke him up to another painful revelation. The Baron sent him to this woman not only because of her status, but because she was the mother of Vivica's husband.

Only a week after their relationship was discovered, Vivica was married off to the son of Duchess Gagnon and was already pregnant with her first child. From what rumors were heard, she went to him willingly and was now living a life of luxury under her new lover's wing in a separate home in Prakra. Needless to say, Markus finally fell apart. Perhaps happiness was truly just some illusion meant for those that lived under the light.

In an attempt to save his own sanity, he offered the Duchess his loyalty in exchange for her help. He had worked for her for years while trying to distract himself from memories of the past. Markus quickly earned the Duchess' trust and even saved her life from a handful of assassination attempts. But the woman was much older and at her deathbed, she gave Markus a gift - his freedom. Along with this, she passed on her own magic to him. This is where Markus gained his Divine Luck and used it to survive on his own.

Now rogue, Markus turned from being a servant to being a mercenary, thief, and hazard to society. This man, however, only steals from the rich and would often be seen sharing the majority of his earnings to fellow civilians and peasants. But that doesn't stop him from taking some stuff for the sheer fun of it, one of which being a sigil that is now bound to him and gave him his ability to conjure physical weapons from thin air.

NSFW INFO [ Minors DNI ]

Position :: Verse Top - he prefers to be dominant but can submit to the right person

Kinks :: Agoraphilia/Public Sex, Praise and Degradation, Clothed Sex, Face Sitting (receiving), Nun/Priest Kink, Pecattiphilia (i'm sorry to the person who has to look this up)

Turn Ons :: Markus can be both submissive and dominant but he has a thing for being put and/or putting someone into their place; is big on the disciplinary and roleplaying spectrum of BDSM; has an affinity for breaking rules and doing things that he definitely isn't supposed to (public sex, forbidden affairs, etc.); loves oral, both receiving and giving; can and will dirty talk through sex; is very open to new kinks if his partner is; also, sit on his lap or his face, do it.

Silencing one’s footsteps is no mere task. It sounded simple, far simple when heard in everyday conversation. People always thought that all you needed was to go slow or have the right pair of shoes. But to be light and silent on your own two feet is a genuine skill, usually taken by those in practice or a profession that requires stealth and agility. A thief, an experienced one at that, would be an adequate example.

And Markus, as much of a teasing and cocky bastard he is, had quite the background. He had entered countless homes of nobles and politicians alike, each one with stricter security than the last. Yet the man had most of the time, left unscathed and unseen. At the rare moments that he was caught, picking locks and invading guards was also a familiar field. The young man was skilled and he had the experience to hone it.

- If only he did not choose to use said skill in the most stupid of situations.

Sliding into the Library without him knowing was already impressive on its own. Markus knew well that the librarian was keen on his job and is not one to laze about. So the man even went to the lengths of climbing into a window and slipping into the far back. Really, he was just passing by when he saw the familiar face through the glass and thought “Why not?”.

If it weren’t for the numbers on the shelves guiding him, Markus would’ve called the place a maze with how many turns he took until he found the front desk. Weirdly though, the person he was looking for was nowhere to be seen.

That was when he heard the clutter in a section a few shelves down, followed by a soft muttering of a familiar voice. A mischievous grin spreads across Markus’ face as he went straight where the sound came from, peeking behind one of the bookshelves and finally locating his target.

Theo had his back turned on him, picking up a book that fell off the shelves that he was restocking. He was of course thankful for the people who would visit the library, but was it too much to ask them to properly return the ones they used? A groan left his lips as he straightened himself and reached up to put the encyclopedia back in its proper place.

“Just a little more…”, Theo grumbled, having to get on the tip of his toes to slide the book back. He was just about to get it all the way in between the other reference articles when a sudden pair of arms appeared out of nowhere, wrapping themselves around his waist without warning.

“Eeek! What in the-“, the startled fellow shrieked, letting go of the heavy leather-bound book to look behind him. “Markus?!”

“Hey, Theo~”, the curly-haired man beamed with a cat-like smile, playfully wiggling his brows as he lay his chin on Theo’s shoulder, completely unaware of an upcoming danger from above. “Did you miss m-“

THUD.

The encyclopedia Theo was trying to reshelve fell right back down and landed directly on Markus (big) head, its spine meeting his skull with a solid thud. The sound of the book hitting the floor after giving Markus a possible lump echoed around them. For a moment, the two were completely silent. Theo from surprise and Markus for the blow to his head and his dignity.

“…Fuck, that hurt.”, the thief finally decided to break the silence, rubbing his head with one hand and groaning under his breath. Theo took the chance of Markus letting go to turn around and face him properly, but not without taking notice of how Markus still kept one arm around his waist.

“Markus, I swear to the heavens!”, he whisper-yelled, glaring up at the male. “I told you not to startle me, remember? And where did you even come from?!” But unlike the many times that the thief got himself in trouble, instead of a snarky remark, the only reply Markus made was another groan, lowering his head a little as he rubs the point of impact.

This had made Theo recoil on his initial nagging tone, lips pursing as his glare turned to concern. “…D-Does it hurt? Are you okay?”, he sighed in defeat, reaching up to the hand Markus had above his head.

This made Markus look up, eyes peeking behind his bangs at the other’s worried expression. He blinked, then an idea came to mind and he immediately began making more 'pained' noises. “Ugggh… What do you think?”, he pouted childishly, meeting Theo’s eyes. “What is that book made of? Rocks? I think I might have a concussion… Shit…”

Theo glanced at him suspiciously. “O…kay. Where does it hurt then? Let me look.”

Markus lowered his head again as an answer (and to hide an impending grin), taking Theo’s hand and guiding it on the spot he was hit. “Right here…”, he began to coo softly, his tone changing as he used the arm he had on Theo’s waist to pull the other’s body closer to his. His other hand remained on Theo’s, keeping it atop his head.

“Care to kiss it better for me~?”

The sudden proximity and request caught the other off guard and Theo’s face erupted into a bright red. “H-Huh? Wha--”, he gaped, lost for coherent sentences nor thoughts for a few seconds. “But… you weren’t hit on your lips…?”

Markus raised a brow, amusement in his eyes. “…I meant my head, though.”, he stated, smirking knowingly. “Why? Did you wanna kiss me on the mouth instead? Don’t worry, I don’t mind~”

The thief watched as Theo’s already flushed face got even redder, reaching even the tips of his ears. “O-OH!”, he managed to get out, embarrassed to the core. “N-Normally kisses are on the lips! I just assumed is all…! B-But fine, I will!”

The smaller of the two then took both sides of Markus’s head, pulling him down and kissed the injured spot. “T-There. Happy?”

Markus couldn’t hold it back any longer and let a soft laugh slip out from how flustered the other looked. Markus grinned, putting his hands atop the ones Theo had on him and guiding one of them down to his lips, placing a kiss of his own. "Very."

Then he takes the chance to swoop down, landing a peck on Theo’s lips and smiling wider at the surprised expression.

“M-Markus! Don’t just-”, he exclaimed but was cut off by another kiss, a little longer than the other. Markus pulled away and only smiled, clearly proud of himself. Flustered and defeated, it was Theo’s turn to groan, hiding his face in Markus’ chest and weakly punching him. “Why are you like this…?”

The man only proceeded to wrap his arms around him in an embrace, with a peal of gentle laughter that only Theo could hear. They stayed in that position for a little longer, neither one wanting to leave.

Maybe an encyclopedia to the head was worth it after all.

“Hey, Theo?”

“Yeah?”