Post by marcus on Sept 8, 2010 0:31:53 GMT -5
Name: Marcus Valentine
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: Looks 24, real age 230 (Will be explained in history)
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: New York City, New York, Earth.
Character Portrayal: Cam Gigandet
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'0"
Individual Features: Single scar over his left eyebrow, and faint hint of a scar across his neck, as if someone had tried to slit his throat in the past and failed.
General Appearance:
Family:
Xavier Valentine, Father, Deceased
Juliet Valentine, Mother, Deceased
Friends: None living
Enemies: None living
Job: Former UGAP Special Forces, Specialty: Assassination
Personality:
Marcus is a very fun and outgoing person, which is obvious almost immediately upon meeting him. He's usually the person cracking jokes and entertaining people around him, never hesitating to throw in his opinion or voice his concerns if he feels the need. He's a very blunt person at times, preferring to cut straight to the point in situations that most people would try to ease into. He's a very loyal friend, feeling almost as if its his responsibility to protect the people that he cares for.
On the other hand he can be for lack of a better word, an asshole, if the situation calls for it. He's very sarcastic at times and has a tendency to let his mouth run away from him and drag him into situations that could have been prevented if he deems it necessary at the time.
When he's on an an assignment, or is met with open hostility towards him or his firends, he becomes an entirely different person, shutting down emotionally to the point of being without mercy. He's a tormented person with a violent history filled with pain and death, a pain that can sometime be visible in his icy blue eyes.
Likes:
-Bladed weaponry
-Women
-Impressive Ships
-Traveling the galaxy
Dislikes:
-Firearms, as they have no sense of chivalry.
-Violence towards innocent people
-Arrogant people
-Being confined in a space ship for too long
Fears:
-Not being able to protect the people around him.
-That he'll die in a ship explosion and not in battle.
History:
Marcus Valentine was born a military brat to Xavier and Juliet Valentine on October 1st, 2231. His father was a hero for the countless campaigns he'd commanded, and naturally he tried to raise his son to be just like him. Marcus naturally wanted to make his father proud so he followed his father's every word throughout his childhood, exceeding in his schooling and later his physical training.
Marcus didn't get to have the ordinary childhood that most people did, instead his free time was spent with exercise and studying, gun training, and hand-to-hand combat training starting when he was only ten years old. Much to his father's delight, Marcus really seemed to enjoy every aspect of his life, that is except for gun training. For some reason Marcus never felt comfortable with a firearm, taking an interest more towards the close-range style of combat, more specifically bladed weapons.
Daggers were the first blades introduced to Marcus, and instantly he fell in love. His training in this area began to exceed above and beyond the others, and when Marcus enlisted into the military at the age of 18, he was already a master in several forms of close-range combat.
It wasn't long before Marcus' talents were recognized in the military and he was quickly promoted through the ranks, eventually finding himself placed on several different black ops teams designed specifically for stealth assassination missions. It was in this area that Marcus truely found his forte' as he and his team began to take on deadlier missions each time.
It was during this time that he and his teammate, Ashlynn Rose, happened to fall in love with one another. Soon after the two decided to retire from the special forces, they were ready to get away from the killing, from the constant day-to-day violence, and live a life that was more practical.
For a few years, they were happy together. They had a daughter, named Alyssa, and everything seemed to be perfect, until a spy within the UGAP intelligence leaked the information concerning the assassination of a very powerful crime lord from a few years before.
One evening, Marcus returned home from his job as an instructor at the local recruiting center, to find his entire family murdered in cold blood. Marcus was destroyed for the next three days until the funeral, he couldn't eat, he could barely speak, his life had fallen to pieces around him. Even at the funeral itself he could barely keep his composure, however afterwards, something seemed to change dramatically within Marcus.
He was suddenly filled with this inner resolve for vengeance and Marcus sold everything he owned, investing the money in a ship and a small crew, who just happened to be the members of his old black ops team, and the rest he spent finding out exactly who had been behind his family's death. It took him several weeks to locate him, but they finally did.
Marcus' friends within the UGAP Intelligence division located the group's ship on a rarely used trade route. Marcus wasted no time and immediately they set off for the ship.
After nearly two months of searching the trade route, they finally located the ship several hundred thousand miles off course, resting in the gravitational pull off an inhabited planet in a dying solar system. Marcus and his crew had disguised their ship signature to read a freighter carrying precious cargo, that to the criminals aboard the ship, would seem to have lost their way and become stranded, easy targets.
They played the part well enough for the ship to end up pulling them into their cargo hold, as they let the tractor beam guide their smaller craft in, Marcus could almost see the anticipation of stolen wealth dripping from the men's wagging tongues. However what they found when the doors of the craft opened was an entirely different story. Immediately sirens went off as Marcus and his team unleashed into the space pirates, tearing into them with unwavering fury.
For nearly an hour, Marcus and his team fought their way through the labyrinthine bowels of the ship, knowing that they needed to make it to the escape pod before their target did.
As they arrived to the escape bay, they found their target, surrounded by a ring of highly armed men, and they were moving briskly towards the single escape pod at the end of the dock. Marcus found it odd that there was only a single escape pod for the entire vessel, but he brushed the concerns away as their target's men opened fire and immediately they returned fire of their own.
Marcus seemed to be nothing more than a moving blur as he weaved in and out of his teammates as they rushed the retreating group, and then he sprinted ahead of the pack, leaping upwards and unleashing the dual-swords that he wielded into the midst of his opponents, blood spraying his immediate vicinity. After several intense moments, Marcus began glancing back and noticing that his teammates were dropping one by one, however so was their foes and in a matter of moments, Marcus found himself alone with his target, the man that had ruined everything good in his life.
Marcus didn't have to introduce himself, he didn't have to say a word, the man knew exactly who he was. Marcus watched as the man glanced towards the escape pod not four feet behind him. Without a word, Marcus finished the man off in cold blood.
As he turned back to see if any of his teammates had made it, he was immediately met with a spray of gunfire directed towards him, leaving him no time to do anything but sprint directly for the escape pod. His mission was accomplished, now he needed to extract himself. He quickly threw himself into the pod and slammed the door behind him, thankful for the bullet-proof casing as round after round pinged off of its surface.
He leaned forward and slammed the eject button, sending his pod rocketing away from the ship. A computerized voice began to speak calmly through the pod's built-in speakers, "CODE: Abort Initiated, self-destruct in 3....2....1"
Marcus' eyes widened with alarm as the ship the pod had just ejected from exploded right infront of his eyes. Now he knew why there was only a single escape pod, the man running this syndicate didn't want to leave any witnesses behind in the chance that he was raised by the authorities. The force of the explosion sent Marcus face-first into the front of the pod, slamming his forehead into its surface and knocking himself into unconsciousness as he fell back into the pod's seat.
"No viable rescue ships available...initiating cryogenic containment until rescue is available." With that, the escape pod became Marcus' cryogenic prison, locking him in a state of unconsciousness as the pod spiraled into the orbit of another neighboring planet that was also uninhabited. For over two hundred years the pod had lain dormant, floating along in a never-ending circle, emitting an emergency distress beacon every fifteen minutes, though with the time that had already passed, the beacon had begun to grow weaker and weaker.
(Sorry it was so long, I got kind of carried away lol.)
Random Facts:
RP Sample: Thunder continously crashed down in rapid succession, sending spider-webs of lightning bolts ripping across the skies. The storm had been building up for several hours as the clouds had begun to roll in, collecting together into an ominous darkness that seemed to be giving the town everything it had at the moment. Puddles of rainwater littered the ground, and the few people that were on the streets were too busy with trying to keep themselves dry to notice the single form stepping off of the sidewalk and into one of the many dark alleyways in Sunnydale's downtown area.
A torn and ragged cloak was draped over the man, the hood completely covering his face, leaving only a dark shadow staring back as he walked along at a steady pace.
Although Sunnydale had been seemingly liberated from the tyranny that had plagued the town only months before, there was still danger in traveling alone at night, a truth that was still known among Sunnydale residents.
"Well well.... what do we have here...?" Came a harsh voice from the shadows, followed by a trio of men stepping out into the dim lighting provided by the street lamp above, corded muscle lining their exposed arms, their vampiric features grinning with anticipation of the kill. On each of these men was a blood-red A tattoo'd on their left arm. As humans these men were dangerous, they were murderers, but as vampires they became something much, much more. They were the elite of the vampiric army that had dominated Sunnydale for months on end, they were the personal bodyguards to The Trio, or atleast they had been, until their superiors had suddenly dissappeared. It was even rumored that Asriel himself had strengthened his favorite soldiers with his own blood.
Now, they hung around Sunnydale, lurking in dark areas to catch their prey, finding themselves in a world very similar to the one before their rise, just as they now were, fangs dripping with anticipation as they began to walk towards the hooded man.
"This is the part where you run.... boy..." The biggest of the three said, the same gravely voice from before. The vampire reached forward with his right hand to grab the man by his shoulder. Suddenly, with the soft sound of metal slicing through skin and bone, the man became a blur of motion, and the vampire's hand was sent spiraling through the air, a sudden silence hanging thick in the area despite the thundering storm.
The smallest of the three vampires suddenly took a step back, his eyes widening as his lower lip began to tremble, "No... it... can't be. You're.... dead..." The vampire spoke, his voice soft, with mind-numbing fear lining his voice.
The man reached upwards with his right hand, his left held out to his side with a gleaming silver dagger gripped within his palm. "No Nathan.... I'm not lucky enough to be dead..." The man spoke in a soft voice as well, however this voice was lined with an immeasureable amount of pain and guilt, and as he pulled the hood back from his voice, long jet-black hair fell down across his shoulders, pinned to his body by the rain, and peering out from beneath the black strands sat a pair of icy blue eyes with the cold look of imminent violence set within them, looking between the three vampires.
The man suddenly leaped forward, his movements nothing more than a blur as a trio of screams echoed into the midst of the thunder, then were suddenly silenced, leaving the storm to continue to wage its war against the small Californian town.
Once again the silhouette of the man could be seen exiting the now empty alleyway, pulling the hood back up and over his head as he continued his course into the next alleyway.
Rules: Ha! What are these things you call rules?
Hopefully the character fits in with the world you guys have created. If you need me to make any changes I'd be more than happy to do so.
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: Looks 24, real age 230 (Will be explained in history)
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: New York City, New York, Earth.
Character Portrayal: Cam Gigandet
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'0"
Individual Features: Single scar over his left eyebrow, and faint hint of a scar across his neck, as if someone had tried to slit his throat in the past and failed.
General Appearance:
Family:
Xavier Valentine, Father, Deceased
Juliet Valentine, Mother, Deceased
Friends: None living
Enemies: None living
Job: Former UGAP Special Forces, Specialty: Assassination
Personality:
Marcus is a very fun and outgoing person, which is obvious almost immediately upon meeting him. He's usually the person cracking jokes and entertaining people around him, never hesitating to throw in his opinion or voice his concerns if he feels the need. He's a very blunt person at times, preferring to cut straight to the point in situations that most people would try to ease into. He's a very loyal friend, feeling almost as if its his responsibility to protect the people that he cares for.
On the other hand he can be for lack of a better word, an asshole, if the situation calls for it. He's very sarcastic at times and has a tendency to let his mouth run away from him and drag him into situations that could have been prevented if he deems it necessary at the time.
When he's on an an assignment, or is met with open hostility towards him or his firends, he becomes an entirely different person, shutting down emotionally to the point of being without mercy. He's a tormented person with a violent history filled with pain and death, a pain that can sometime be visible in his icy blue eyes.
Likes:
-Bladed weaponry
-Women
-Impressive Ships
-Traveling the galaxy
Dislikes:
-Firearms, as they have no sense of chivalry.
-Violence towards innocent people
-Arrogant people
-Being confined in a space ship for too long
Fears:
-Not being able to protect the people around him.
-That he'll die in a ship explosion and not in battle.
History:
Marcus Valentine was born a military brat to Xavier and Juliet Valentine on October 1st, 2231. His father was a hero for the countless campaigns he'd commanded, and naturally he tried to raise his son to be just like him. Marcus naturally wanted to make his father proud so he followed his father's every word throughout his childhood, exceeding in his schooling and later his physical training.
Marcus didn't get to have the ordinary childhood that most people did, instead his free time was spent with exercise and studying, gun training, and hand-to-hand combat training starting when he was only ten years old. Much to his father's delight, Marcus really seemed to enjoy every aspect of his life, that is except for gun training. For some reason Marcus never felt comfortable with a firearm, taking an interest more towards the close-range style of combat, more specifically bladed weapons.
Daggers were the first blades introduced to Marcus, and instantly he fell in love. His training in this area began to exceed above and beyond the others, and when Marcus enlisted into the military at the age of 18, he was already a master in several forms of close-range combat.
It wasn't long before Marcus' talents were recognized in the military and he was quickly promoted through the ranks, eventually finding himself placed on several different black ops teams designed specifically for stealth assassination missions. It was in this area that Marcus truely found his forte' as he and his team began to take on deadlier missions each time.
It was during this time that he and his teammate, Ashlynn Rose, happened to fall in love with one another. Soon after the two decided to retire from the special forces, they were ready to get away from the killing, from the constant day-to-day violence, and live a life that was more practical.
For a few years, they were happy together. They had a daughter, named Alyssa, and everything seemed to be perfect, until a spy within the UGAP intelligence leaked the information concerning the assassination of a very powerful crime lord from a few years before.
One evening, Marcus returned home from his job as an instructor at the local recruiting center, to find his entire family murdered in cold blood. Marcus was destroyed for the next three days until the funeral, he couldn't eat, he could barely speak, his life had fallen to pieces around him. Even at the funeral itself he could barely keep his composure, however afterwards, something seemed to change dramatically within Marcus.
He was suddenly filled with this inner resolve for vengeance and Marcus sold everything he owned, investing the money in a ship and a small crew, who just happened to be the members of his old black ops team, and the rest he spent finding out exactly who had been behind his family's death. It took him several weeks to locate him, but they finally did.
Marcus' friends within the UGAP Intelligence division located the group's ship on a rarely used trade route. Marcus wasted no time and immediately they set off for the ship.
After nearly two months of searching the trade route, they finally located the ship several hundred thousand miles off course, resting in the gravitational pull off an inhabited planet in a dying solar system. Marcus and his crew had disguised their ship signature to read a freighter carrying precious cargo, that to the criminals aboard the ship, would seem to have lost their way and become stranded, easy targets.
They played the part well enough for the ship to end up pulling them into their cargo hold, as they let the tractor beam guide their smaller craft in, Marcus could almost see the anticipation of stolen wealth dripping from the men's wagging tongues. However what they found when the doors of the craft opened was an entirely different story. Immediately sirens went off as Marcus and his team unleashed into the space pirates, tearing into them with unwavering fury.
For nearly an hour, Marcus and his team fought their way through the labyrinthine bowels of the ship, knowing that they needed to make it to the escape pod before their target did.
As they arrived to the escape bay, they found their target, surrounded by a ring of highly armed men, and they were moving briskly towards the single escape pod at the end of the dock. Marcus found it odd that there was only a single escape pod for the entire vessel, but he brushed the concerns away as their target's men opened fire and immediately they returned fire of their own.
Marcus seemed to be nothing more than a moving blur as he weaved in and out of his teammates as they rushed the retreating group, and then he sprinted ahead of the pack, leaping upwards and unleashing the dual-swords that he wielded into the midst of his opponents, blood spraying his immediate vicinity. After several intense moments, Marcus began glancing back and noticing that his teammates were dropping one by one, however so was their foes and in a matter of moments, Marcus found himself alone with his target, the man that had ruined everything good in his life.
Marcus didn't have to introduce himself, he didn't have to say a word, the man knew exactly who he was. Marcus watched as the man glanced towards the escape pod not four feet behind him. Without a word, Marcus finished the man off in cold blood.
As he turned back to see if any of his teammates had made it, he was immediately met with a spray of gunfire directed towards him, leaving him no time to do anything but sprint directly for the escape pod. His mission was accomplished, now he needed to extract himself. He quickly threw himself into the pod and slammed the door behind him, thankful for the bullet-proof casing as round after round pinged off of its surface.
He leaned forward and slammed the eject button, sending his pod rocketing away from the ship. A computerized voice began to speak calmly through the pod's built-in speakers, "CODE: Abort Initiated, self-destruct in 3....2....1"
Marcus' eyes widened with alarm as the ship the pod had just ejected from exploded right infront of his eyes. Now he knew why there was only a single escape pod, the man running this syndicate didn't want to leave any witnesses behind in the chance that he was raised by the authorities. The force of the explosion sent Marcus face-first into the front of the pod, slamming his forehead into its surface and knocking himself into unconsciousness as he fell back into the pod's seat.
"No viable rescue ships available...initiating cryogenic containment until rescue is available." With that, the escape pod became Marcus' cryogenic prison, locking him in a state of unconsciousness as the pod spiraled into the orbit of another neighboring planet that was also uninhabited. For over two hundred years the pod had lain dormant, floating along in a never-ending circle, emitting an emergency distress beacon every fifteen minutes, though with the time that had already passed, the beacon had begun to grow weaker and weaker.
(Sorry it was so long, I got kind of carried away lol.)
Random Facts:
RP Sample: Thunder continously crashed down in rapid succession, sending spider-webs of lightning bolts ripping across the skies. The storm had been building up for several hours as the clouds had begun to roll in, collecting together into an ominous darkness that seemed to be giving the town everything it had at the moment. Puddles of rainwater littered the ground, and the few people that were on the streets were too busy with trying to keep themselves dry to notice the single form stepping off of the sidewalk and into one of the many dark alleyways in Sunnydale's downtown area.
A torn and ragged cloak was draped over the man, the hood completely covering his face, leaving only a dark shadow staring back as he walked along at a steady pace.
Although Sunnydale had been seemingly liberated from the tyranny that had plagued the town only months before, there was still danger in traveling alone at night, a truth that was still known among Sunnydale residents.
"Well well.... what do we have here...?" Came a harsh voice from the shadows, followed by a trio of men stepping out into the dim lighting provided by the street lamp above, corded muscle lining their exposed arms, their vampiric features grinning with anticipation of the kill. On each of these men was a blood-red A tattoo'd on their left arm. As humans these men were dangerous, they were murderers, but as vampires they became something much, much more. They were the elite of the vampiric army that had dominated Sunnydale for months on end, they were the personal bodyguards to The Trio, or atleast they had been, until their superiors had suddenly dissappeared. It was even rumored that Asriel himself had strengthened his favorite soldiers with his own blood.
Now, they hung around Sunnydale, lurking in dark areas to catch their prey, finding themselves in a world very similar to the one before their rise, just as they now were, fangs dripping with anticipation as they began to walk towards the hooded man.
"This is the part where you run.... boy..." The biggest of the three said, the same gravely voice from before. The vampire reached forward with his right hand to grab the man by his shoulder. Suddenly, with the soft sound of metal slicing through skin and bone, the man became a blur of motion, and the vampire's hand was sent spiraling through the air, a sudden silence hanging thick in the area despite the thundering storm.
The smallest of the three vampires suddenly took a step back, his eyes widening as his lower lip began to tremble, "No... it... can't be. You're.... dead..." The vampire spoke, his voice soft, with mind-numbing fear lining his voice.
The man reached upwards with his right hand, his left held out to his side with a gleaming silver dagger gripped within his palm. "No Nathan.... I'm not lucky enough to be dead..." The man spoke in a soft voice as well, however this voice was lined with an immeasureable amount of pain and guilt, and as he pulled the hood back from his voice, long jet-black hair fell down across his shoulders, pinned to his body by the rain, and peering out from beneath the black strands sat a pair of icy blue eyes with the cold look of imminent violence set within them, looking between the three vampires.
The man suddenly leaped forward, his movements nothing more than a blur as a trio of screams echoed into the midst of the thunder, then were suddenly silenced, leaving the storm to continue to wage its war against the small Californian town.
Once again the silhouette of the man could be seen exiting the now empty alleyway, pulling the hood back up and over his head as he continued his course into the next alleyway.
Rules: Ha! What are these things you call rules?
Hopefully the character fits in with the world you guys have created. If you need me to make any changes I'd be more than happy to do so.
