Il a eu de la chance de lui avoir mordu la langue. Marcus connaissait les couleurs de cette caravane. Il savait ce qu'il a dit sur les commerçants, mais Isam était une autre histoire entièrement. Il pouvait presque dire que Isam était un de ses amis. Marucs n'avait pas beaucoup d'amis, mais il croyait qu'il respectait l'Isam à ce niveau, et espérait que le leader d'une civilisation complètement nouvelle et réussie se sentait la même.
Tout comme ceux de la ville, Marcus a gardé un œil sur Isam et ses autres amis. Quelque chose à propos de lui semblait plus... vivant. Il avait peut-être une âme endurcie comme tous les autres, mais ce qui séparait Isam de Ravenia et lui-même était le fait qu'il avait la vie à ses yeux, quelque chose que Marcus ne semblait pas se rappeler il y a des années.
En effet, cela faisait un certain temps, et alors que Marcus ne dit rien à l'homme, il hoche la tête et sourit de nouveau à lui par respect, fermant la porte derrière sa caravane. Marcus regarda Sasha, puis Ravenia, et finalement Isam. Un sourire mélancolique lui a donné le visage comme il se rappelait du passé. La vie n'était pas devenue beaucoup plus difficile, mais elle n'était pas du tout plus facile. La vie a donné et enlevé, en conciliant le bien et le mal. Alors que de nouvelles personnes sont arrivées, d'autres sont parties. De nouvelles colonies, plus d'espace pour suivre et défendre jusqu'à ce qu'elle puisse se défendre.
:.Born As.:
Carl-Wayne Thule
:.What You see.:

"The only easy day was yesterday"
"Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity"
A general description:
Roughly 5'10" probably closer to 6' if not for the noticeable hunched over look from being in his half dead state. A rather stocky guy considering. Built like a bear with toned muscles and large hands and feet. He's bald but has some greyed/ashy colored facial hair. Forehead is deeply wrinkled, an obvious abnormal aging effect on certain areas of his skin.
He wears handmade leather and plant fiber clothing (blends of cotton and various similar woven fibers. His leather pants and shoes are both a deep brown color with reddish brown dirt stains on them. Relatively clean for living in the wastes. He obviously takes great pride in the things he creates with his own hands. He also wears a handmade leather vest that has snug pockets on the front and sides that carry his various field tools (hunting/carving knives, ropes and fasteners, etc.)
He has several scars on his forearms that will probably never heal due to his half dead state. His eyes give him away, where use to be brown irises are now hollow looking grey circles.
:.Also Known As.:
The Woodsman, The Hunter, Old man, Treekeeper.
:.Appear To Be.:
(Late 40s-50s) he actually died at 35 but came back mostly the same with a few side effects.
:.The Doctor Said.:
Male
:.I Swing Towards.:
Straight.
:.People Say.:
Generally good natured man, likes to be alone, but will never turn down a good conversation, or a good glass of whiskey. Willing to lend a hand, but doesn't take Sh** from anyone. Has a soft heart for children and women in distress.
Hates his condition, and most others like him. Goes out of his way to avoid other half dead, and kills any of the actually dead that he sees. Mostly to protect the living but secretly because he hates them.
People recognize him as a master craftsman of primitive items (utensils, tools, weapons like bows and arrows and swords/knives, pottery.) And generally enjoy his meat products from his forest gatherings (steaks, jerkys, etc.)
:.What I Like To Do.:
Hunt, craft, play guitar, write, fix things, anything he can do with his hands that keeps him distracted from being a half dead outcast.
:.Profession.:
Hunter/craftsman
:.The Past Was.:
Before the fall Carl-Wayne worked in a lumber mill and was always sort of the outdoorsman type. Him and his wife Cindy lived in a cabin about 10 miles from the mill. He was quite the musician, not overly handsome, but his build commanded looks and respect from those around him. He had no children as his wife was infertile. He always wanted kids but she meant the world to him and he wouldn't change a thing.
He was always good at trade work and working with his hands, he really was a simple man in those times. He had a dog named Buck, and went to church on Sundays, not so much because he was religious, but there wasn't much else to do in his small town, and Cindy seemed to find some peace in life with it, so it stuck.
:.The Proud.:
Half dead woodsman.
:.A Glorious Gift.:
-Half Dead do not need to eat or drink, though doing so does help keep their bodies from decaying like a normal Dead body does. However some Half-Dead already show minor or heavy signs of decay to varying degrees(peeling skin, dilated white lifeless eyes, etc.)
-They do not feel pain.
-They cannot die unless their brain is destroyed.
-They are not attacked by The Dead.
:.What I Have On Me.:
Various hunting/gathering/crafting tools and items.
Several handmade instruments (guitars, harmonica, hand drums, etc.)
Finely crafted bow and arrows
Crossbow
Various finely crafted knives, machetes, Hammers
Homemade whiskies
:.Who I Know.:
(Your relations to the other characters. )
Billy the orphan boy (staying in refugee camp)
Item B
Item C
:.Blood.:
(Your character's family members. Alive and/or Deceased)
Cindy Thule - Wife - Deceased
Jacob Thule - Brother - Deceased
Anthony Thule - Brother - Deceased
:.Behind The Scenes.:
Plays a mean game of Poker.