Markward is a wierd man. No one in the town really knows him. He leaves early in the morning to go hunting in the forests. Despite them being infested with all sorts of chaos beings, he has yet to be harmed, instead, he comes back looking more fit than when he left.
Often he comes back late at night, hauling sacks of something. The local buisnessmen says of mostly sells them birds or small game like rabbits. Nothing like what those sacks look to contain..

Hartwin had already selected his team when Markward suddenly stepped into the circle and announched that he would play, Hartwin was mesmorized, and before thinking, he accepted Markward on the team..

In all things, Markward seems average, he is decently fast, has some strenght and agility, and his ability to take a hit is more worse than most of his team mates.. but there is just something odd about him..