• Description
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Overview

• Overview
• History

Description

To describe Marcel at a glance, it's usually a prerequisite step to make sure one is glancing downward. To most, the 4ft 4in Hyur is charitably described as "short" and less charitably described as "tiny".Cursory inspection tends to peg the Hyur as androgynous at best, with a delicate complexion and a soft spoken voice. At least in his usual attire - with a penchant for large, ornate coats with intricate adornments and accessories to match.What he lacks for in height, however, he compensates for in density. Beneath the jacket Marcel is more muscle than most; well trained and maintained to handle the hardships of potentially lethal ruin delving. His physique is the result of a serious commitment to both physical strength and sculpting that strength into something both practical and visually appealing.Carrying himself with a theatrical air and a sway to his step, the boy seems as fashionable as he is thespian - and with the attitude to match his aesthetic.Rarely seen without a ready supply of wine and in the process of preening his appearance, the boy has a winning smile and a twinkle in the eye for most anyone they meet.

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History

Marcel's birth to a deeply political family was, all things considered, a pretty dire experience for him.As one of a pair of twins, and they the last two of eight siblings, he was far down the line for consideration in matters of training successors. Very much one of many 'spare' children, he was dispatched to a remote enclave for schooling, and left there.The education was good, by all accounts, but the environment was tightly controlled by the enclave's 'values'. Strict discipline, above all else - and a great emphasis placed on the virtue of poverty. Life was to be lived while rejecting temporal distractions in service of the divine 'plan'.For Marcel this was, naturally, hell on earth.By necessity, he learned to be adaptable and pragmatic - willing to deal with the misery of his upbringing, though always with an eye on his exit route. He took on rigorous physical training and a raft of classes in fieldcraft talents - plus a little arcanima on the side - to ensure that when the time came, he would be ready.As a fresh faced adult, graduating from his classes, Marcel was assigned his future 'role' for the enclave. His long term plan worked out as designed - with Marcel selected as a 'seeker pilgrim' for the enclave's independent church. He was given a set of gear, the blessing of his family and peers, and allowed to leave the enclave to travel the wider world.In theory, he is traveling in search of ancient, holy relics - said in legend to have been scattered across the star in an ancient war between good and evil, plummeting from the skies when the floating continents were sundered.Oft to his own surprise, he even does keep looking. While he mostly uses his talents to source artifacts he can sell for ostentatious wealth, some lingering attachment to his home and his people keep him from forsaking his mission - and wandering the star in search of ancient myths suits him fine.He simply... takes his time with it. And stops at every spa along the road.