Known as Maru to my most closest. And Watchman to anyone else. I'm not known to many. Because people just seems to miss me. Only the greatest of minds, the fiercest of champions and most enlightend mentions my name. For I am there, sometimes hidden in the dark, a nobody in the crowd, forever looking, watching and observing for eternity. Or so I wish to be.
I was born human, standing 5 foot and 9. With a not so muscular and yet not so skinny body. I have deep black hair with big gentle eyes. My tan skin resembles an oak but somewhat lighter.
I am a what I am. Sometimes a warrior taking the vanguard. Maybe a ranger raining arrows of death or an assassin lurking in the shadows. Because the Watchman watches. The Watchman learns. I am what I am.
There are things you can never hope to accomplish alone. Whether by hook or crook. It's then you realize the strenght in numbers. That two is always better than one.
I go to where my faith drags me. Whether to the dark alleys, the most holy church, to the throne or even to the most brutal of battleground. I drift to my destiny. But one thing is certain. I am a king, a king of my own right. And this is my story.
We break from Maru the Watchman to share philosophy from days of old:
Today is: 14th November (GMT), in history on the 14th of November, 1955 AD the following birth happened:
Jack Sikma: NBA center (Seattle Supersonics, Milwaukee Bucks)