Markoris

Markoris is a quiet, careful, and mostly distrusting wood elf, small in stature and extremely stealthy. He has copper skin, green eyes, and dark hair that he wears braided either half or entirely back, and typically has several daggers and a bow equipped as well as a cloak of elvenkind that allows him to further blend with his surroundings. It is not unheard of for Markoris to completely disappear from all party members’ perception when they are sneaking.

He was born in a tiny wood elf settlement in the far northern forests — as revealed to Alice after Celia’s massacre confession, he was bored in such an environment and chose to leave against his family’s wishes, at an age far younger than elven adulthood. He’s never returned and no one followed him or ever went looking for him, to his knowledge. He doesn’t miss it, but was relieved to realize that the village in Celia’s past was not his.

It is unknown why he’s in the Keep — he’s made no secret that he was a thief, specializing not only in acquisitions but in information brokering, always doing the eavesdropping himself. He’s remained incredibly vague about all of these ventures, as they were not part of his formal charges and he doesn’t want things pinned on him because he got chatty now. When the group gets the opportunity for food and drink or new gear of their choice, his taste is simple but expensive like he was used to being able to afford whatever he liked but wasn’t the extravagant type.

Markoris is generally difficult to read even by those closer to him in the party, keeping his feelings close to the chest unless explicitly asked, in which case he’ll open up. Sometimes very candidly, depending on who is asking and how. He has stated he trusts several members of the party but says so as if he thinks this is a weakness, and consistently implies that they should not get too close to him, though he refuses to say why. Nevertheless, he tries to help them when he can even if he disagrees with them on other occasions.

He is a planner at heart who is not used to others improvising out from under him and is unfortunately terrible under stress, making split second decisions that he later regrets, but learns from and is not too proud to apologize for if he deems them a mistake.

He does not seem to have any alliances or followings thus far, be they to gods or groups. When others criticize the crown he mostly remains silent. According to his fortune via Lady Fate, there is a powerful and cruel man attempting to write a grim fate for him. Markoris did not seem to know to whom she was referring, but was suitably unnerved.