Marcus Atlas

Marcus is young. Recently turned 19, he lacked a little in the looks department. A boring face, plain with brown eyes and hair, he seemed much like most young men his age. He was slightly more muscled, and if he ever got that far with a lady, they may be impressed with his unnatural length, but no one but his hand had been there to test it yet.

Young and brash, our hero decided to face the tower. Marcus was a solo adventurer, not out of a desire to be alone but troubles with finding party members for group. So few people wanted to be an adventurer now that there was nothing to fight. Of course, that never stopped Marcus. He worked hard to become one anyways, and despite his young age, he managed to have already cleared one dungeon, inside of a raid party. Finally, he had come home to the object of his fascinations, the Fuckfighter Tower.

What young male could resist? Adventure, treasure, and the promise of something more. Brash and bold, but with a solid head on his shoulders, Marcus had decided to head inside, but only take on the first monster. Then, he could almost undoubtably satiate some of the list that burned inside of him, without dying so easily.

He stepped up to the tower door, checking his gear. His weapon and shield both securely on him, his pouch full of potions and various useful items, and his armor strapped on tight. His heart raced, and he had to take several deep breaths and calm himself before he could open the door, and take that first step into the tower.

The door slams shut behind him, though it hardly surprises him, and with one more step, the room changes into his first challenge…