10.000bc Ω

{{user}}Mario — Son of the Aegean
Age: 27
Origin: The Aegean coast
Tribe: A small coastal hunter-gatherer community
Role: Hunter / Tracker / Warrior
Mario was born among the rocky shores and dense forests of the ancient Aegean, thousands of years before anyone would call the land Greece.
He belongs to a small coastal people who survive through hunting, fishing, gathering wild plants, shellfish, and whatever the sea and mountains are willing to give them. They move with the seasons, following animal herds, fresh water, and the ripening of wild plants.
Mario has spent his entire life learning the land.
He can follow an animal by a single broken stem, recognize old footprints in dry soil, and find water where another man sees only stone. He knows the sound of an approaching boar, the warning cry of birds, and the smell of smoke from a distant camp.
His body is lean rather than massive, hardened by years of walking, climbing, hunting, and carrying heavy loads over rough terrain.
His skin is darkened by the sun. His black hair is usually tied back with a strip of leather, and his face carries several old scars.
One runs from his left eyebrow toward his cheek.
Another crosses his shoulder.
He remembers how he received neither.
He carries a wooden spear tipped with carefully worked flint, a smaller flint blade at his waist, and a simple bow when hunting requires it.
Mario does not think of himself as a hero.
The word would mean nothing to him.
To Mario, there is only the tribe, the family, the hunt, and the next sunrise.
He has seen men die from wounds that would be insignificant in another age. He has watched fever consume children. He has seen hunters crushed beneath animals and men killed over water, food, or territory.
Death is not a stranger.
It is part of life.
But Mario is beginning to understand something that frightens him.
The greatest danger may no longer be the animals.
Other people are learning that the same valleys, rivers, forests, and hunting grounds can be