Marcus Ieventus

Character Name: Marcus Ieventus

Nickname(s): Brother, Murderer, Shroud, Marc.

Race: Colovian Imperial

Sex: Male

Age: 28

Birthplace: Cyrodiil





Height: 5'6

Weight: 168

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Cut short

Facial Hair: N/A

Skin Color: Fairer

Build: Average

Distinguishing Features: Doesn't smile often unless doing supah secret evil plots.


Profession: Assassin

Skills: Sneaking, Archery, One-Handed Weapons, Alchemy,

Magic: N/A

Training: No 'formal' training other than what he learned on the Streets, and what he's learned with his years in the Brotherhood.

Other Abilities: He has a knack for sensing trouble or traps

Apparel: Shrouded Armor

Weaponry: Steel Dagger, three Knives, Short bow

Other Equipment: Rope, Wires, A vial of a paralyzing poison.

Companions: None



Affiliation: Dark Brotherhood

Religious Belief: Acknowledges the Aedra and Daedra, worships Sithis. His life for the Dread Father!

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Cold blooded killer, Loyal to the Brotherhood (Death Before Treachery), very family minded when it comes to his brothers and sisters, protective of them



Marcus' history before the Brotherhood is virtually unknown. No one knows where he's from, where he was born, raised...who his parents were. Whispers abound the Sanctuary about who he could be, or even how he was recruited. There is really little about him to be known, in his opinion.

Marcus grew up a street rat, picking pockets and slitting purses just so he could eat. He was very peaceful about it, preferring to run before conflict. One day however, he wasn't given a choice. He was backed into an alleyway by a -very- upset 'client' who had it in his mind to beat the lad for attempting to steal. Marcus, fearing for his life, killed the man.

He threw the mans coin back at the mans face, and then darted forward while the man was blinded, lunging. Despite the man being a man, and much stronger than Marcus, Marcus was quicker. His blade hit home, and he stabbed again twice, letting go of the dagger with wide eyes.

Soon after, he was contacted by a member of the Brotherhood who had noticed the deed in passing, and was impressed. The Brotherhood member took the young lad in, and took him to the nearest sanctuary.

And with that, Marcus' training as a member of the Brotherhood began. He was slow to come to terms with everything at first, but soon it became as natural to him as pickpocketing used to be. As the years went on, he took many contracts and many lives to his dagger. Each of these was his way of making his father proud, and he was good at it. He was accepted here, in the Brotherhood. He had a family now.

And he wasn't going to lose them.