Marcus DeBane once had deluded dreams of grandeur but harsh reality soon set him straight. Born into a loveless relationship in which his father soon left after his third birthday, Marcus became attached to his mother. Lack of opportunity for gold lead them into a life chasing coin at every opportunity. At a young age, Marcus was sent from pillar to post in order to grind out every spare penny to help make the rent. On a good week, he’d even have enough gold for a loaf of bread, on bad weeks he had grown too comfortable with living without.
A bout of sickness claimed his mother before Marcus reached the age of sixteen. By then however, Marcus had developed a sharp sense to exploit kindness and charity from others. Many of the shopkeepers tired of his constant stories and schemes, their patience slowly whittled away by years of annoyance. In his older years, Marcus turned to grander yet more nefarious methods of gaining enough coin to satisfy his fear of starving to death. Pickpocketing turned into large scale stealing, minor tiffs turned into full scraps and cheap insults had developed into a cutting wit.
With not enough courage to rob a rich merchant blind or the lack of pride to let himself wither away, DeBane grew into a man obsessed with increasing his status and wealth. Living his life on the breadline had given him the skills to stay alive but also had made many enemies. Only a handful of friends remained that were either too blind to Marcus’ antics or too weak to oppose him.
A couple of Merchants wonder about the days where the young boy named Marcus DeBane helped on the piers and markets. A time where he worked an honest but hard living, they would wonder if a shred of decency was still left in the middle aged man. Or had he fully succumbed to a hopeless and sad existence.
