Marrik is quite the eccentric Jedi for his age.  Having shown a good deal of talent in both lightsaber combat and manipulating the Force, he was given a little more leeway in his training than he probably should have been given.  As a result, he has a bit more of a biting wit and charming, roguish smile than would be usually deemed appropriate in a Jedi compound.

Still, the copper-skinned young man showed quite a bit of promise as he came back from mission after mission with his Master, having gained enough trust through success to do some side missions on his own.  The frayed ends of his all-temperature cloak were a silent testament to the amount of work he put in on a regular basis.  And next to the lightsaber hanging at his hip, the pouches of his belt filled with various items showed that he had internalized his Master's teachings on being as prepared as possible for the likely eventuality that plans could fall through.

Having heard that Jep Morrow, Marrik's childhood friend who washed out of the Order, had crash landed on Cularin only to have lost all contact, Marrik used what goodwill he had earned with the Order to swing a small mission to Cularin for something entirely different in the hopes that he could track down his old friend on the side.  After all, there was no reason he could not try to check on him while he was in the neighborhood, right?

What he wasn't counting on was the Metatheran Cartel out in full force on the streets...