Post by woof on Nov 14, 2018 14:11:06 GMT
"Mmm."
- Marcus Soul
☆Personal Information☆
Full Name: Marcus Soul
Codename: The grim.
Title: Mr
Nickname(s):
Age: 48 (Looks early twenties.)
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Ethnicity: White
Orientation/Sexual preference: Asexual.
Blood Type: Red, blackish blood.
☆Appearance☆
General Appearance: Marcus is tall, slim with a bit of bulk to the shoulders that suggest he could look physically better if he made the effort to work out. His brown hair reaches down to his lower neck, with a fringe that can reach down to his nose if he let it, it often looks flat or curly, depending on how he wears it. His face is that of someone you could consider the average joe, from tired eyes to a dimpled smile that can only look at best a smirk, slightly thin lips and a chin that kinda just feels like a chin. Really, if it wasn't for the scar that runs down his face, you'd never look at him twice really.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 145 lbs
Eye color(s): Brown
Body build: A slightly slim build.
Extra extremities: None.
Hair color(s): Brown
Hair style: Thick and curled.
Complexion: Pale
Discerning Features: He has a scar along his left cheek that goes down to his neck and collar bone, like something had split his face open.
☆Personality☆
General Personality: Marcus acts like someone who doesn't know what's going on half the time. Even when he has a clue, he tends to switch between knowing and confused, often at the same time. In a way, there is no good reason to trust him. He likes to tell the truth, but he will always keep what he thinks needs to be kept. He will help someone less he feels someone else deserves his help or viseversa. He doesn't have a set state. He's active, then unactive, quiet, then loud. Easily annoyed, then happy and patient.
Most prominent personality trait: That he talks to himself. Or at least, it seems he talks to himself. From the outside, it certainly looks that way.
Best traits: His willingness to throw himself into whatever situation is at hand, no matter what side or reason why he shouldn't.
Worst traits: His total lack of sense and emotion. Sometimes he will do things just because he wants too, and will not care what it does to people.
Likes: Rice, look at kids (Not in a bad way.) And pet cats.
Dislikes: Dogs, mostly dogs that chase cats, kids that are sad and people that annoy him.
Fears: He's afraid of being alone, forgotten. He's afraid that one day, he won't wake up, or that he won't have a scrape of mind left in his. He's afraid that one day. Nothing will matter.
Goals: Be. To be something. To be someone. To be a thing. He wants to be. His goal, is to be. To exist and have reason to exist.
Habits: he will often find himself staring at certain objects, things or people for periods of time.
☆Character Information☆
Current faith or religion: Death.
Current superstitions/quirks: Demons are a good start.
Alignment: He isn't sure. And that doesn't mean anything good.
Marital status: Ehh
Occupation: He collects and tries to sell things. Often doesn't work out.
Family: Not that he remembers.
☆Power/Abilities☆
Powers and Abilities:
Dark healing: Whenever Marcus is injured, the shadows tend to his injuries, healing weak injuries in a matter of seconds, with worse and worse injuries taking anything from half a minute to a minute.
A matter of Pride and darkness: Marcus can manipulate his shadow and the shadows in his clothing. Even at night, in total darkness, if one peers hard enough, it would be as if a shadow still existed behind him. These manipulated shadows take a reinforced state about them, allowing them to dent and puncture the most extremely hard and dense metals and materials with ease, and can lift some of the heaviest compacted things that exist. He can not lift buildings simply because his shadow doesn't get a good grip on them, but if it could... He would be able too.
A moment of silence:For a moment at a time, Marcus can envelopment his entire body into a shadow. This shadow carries no form, and can exist without reason. Passing though solid objects for a limited time before he is forced back to reality (One post.)
Deathly cold: His touch is able to freeze objects and things with a relative ease. Directly touching something, he can freeze it on command and if that object is touching something, the freeze can spread to it. If he wanted to freeze something distant, he'd need to touch a surface, which would then send a trail of frost and cold to where he wanted, but doing it this way also allows him to summon forth crystallized and incredibly sharp ice from the end point of the trail of freeze he has made in the direction it was going. It moves about a athletes running pace.
Weaknesses:
Dark healing: To heal, Marcus must use the shadows, so while he is healing, he can not use them to attack, and while he is attacking, he is not using them to heal, so his injuries will remain till he focuses on them.
A matter of pride and darkness: In total, blinding light, Marcus has a hard time calling on his shadow, and can often be held back for minutes at a time before being able to manipulate it.
A moment of silence: While this power is useful to avoid something, it takes away his ability to do anything else. He can not use his shadow, he can not lift or touch things. And once he has used it, he must wait a short (three posts) while to even take it's shape once more.
Deathly cold: To say fire is a detergent to ice is an understatement, fire can actually unfreeze something just from being in contact with it. From a object to a hand, if it was touched, it will become unfrozen instantly, also, fire can cut off a trail and prematurely end it, along with melting the trail all the way back to Marcus, making his effort become useless. It also can not cross across water, he needs something sold to freeze.
Skills and Talents: Marcus can cook, he can clean and he can play tic tac toe really well.
Equipment: For some odd reason, Marcus can summon a scythe. This scythe is rather simple in design. A long back handle he can hold with both hands, a pommel with a skull at the bottom and on the other side, a blade, often used for culling wheat and heads in fiction. But the Scythe Marcus has can do many things compared to a normal scythe. The grimms scythe switches between two modes at the touch of the pommel. Physical mode, Marcus can use the scythe to control not just his shadow, but also the shadows around him, allowing him to manipulate them as he would his own shadow. The blade can also cut though solid rock as if it was slightly melted butter. I don't think I need to explain what it could do to metal and flesh. The spirit mode, however, makes the blade see though and intangible. If he was to cut a person with this scythe, the scythe cuts off the nerves of the person from where it cut, effectively killing the body part that had been cut for a while, it also generates a black like coat like cloak along his body, giving him a layer of durability that can handle some punishment.
However, the Scythe has it's own drawbacks. With physical mode, Marcus can not become a shadow as long as he holds the scythe in that form. Effectively taking away his power to avoid attacks himself. Meanwhile, it's spirit form, when held by Marcus. Not only stops his ability to heal, but also proves ineffective against other weapons. It can not pass though a weapon wielded by a being and will act as if a blade rests where the phantom blade is.
☆History☆
Current residence: With an old lady that thinks he's her Granddaughter. Birthplace: Washington
Memorable Figures: A lowly spirit.
General History: Marcus was born in 1970, a unempowered person, a normal human being. He had his family, he lived his life and it was normal. As normal as it could be when someone next to you could spit fire or give you cuties from afar. Really, he didn't have anything to worry about. Right until the day of the first empowered superhero. A man who brought justice to the deaths of many.
Marcus had thought it amazing, and sad, that things like that happened, but as it wasn't happening to him, he didn't care too much. After all, he wasn't empowered. So what would he do about it? Die. He died. It was rather tragic. With the rise of heroes, so came villains to challenge them, to be in the spotlight, to kill.
He and a few others had been caught in the cross hairs of a fight between powers. At first, everything was rather going well, considering. But when the hero had missed a critical attack, it carried forward, and hit the car that Marcus and a few others had been hiding behind, not known to villain or hero. The resulting explosion had killed three of them and critically injured two. Him, and another.
When emergency personal arrived, they had barely managed to keep one of two alive and stable, but Marcus, Marcus was a lost cause. His right hand had been burnt to a crisp. Metal was lodged in his hip, leg, lung and his face, cutting him open in such a way it was a miracle he was even alive. But that was because something else had come along that day. A lowly spirit that lived in between worlds, consuming the life of the dying. It had come across this boy, barely alive, and had attached itself to him. A mistake.
Because as the boy died of natural and unnatural causes. He thought that this was unfair. He was dying because of people better then him, because of people that could do things... Because of people he had chosen to ignore because he had thought it wasn't his problem. He didn't want to die. He didn't.
And so his life became connected to the spirit that had found him. And the two started a war. A battle. A battle nether of them knew was happening, of parasite and host. This battle had killed the host in body, but not in energy. And as his body was laid to rest, it warred. As his body decomposed, it warred. It fought and fought till finally, one had won out. The spirit, the lonely spirit, trapped in a rotting body, had faded. The boy, who had raged at death, had won and consumed the energy that had been stolen from countless other dying. All that dead energy and the energy of the spirit, a lowly demon, worked to restore what had been taken from him, till his body was that of a boy split open by metal and fire. And he awoke. Forever changed. Forever damaged.
He laid in his coffin for two hours. His mind taking in the years of constant abuse it had been secretly fighting, the pain of his injuries surfaced and burnt, the hatred of a parasite that had lost seared into his mind. He suffered years of loneliness and horror in the hours he spent running out of air. And when his mind finished, his body reacted. shadows rose and pushed, till earth shuddered and gave way, till he was buried and was forced to dig, unwilling to suffer that again.
The boy who had died and the boy who had escaped and came back were almost easily two separate people. Changed in body and in the shattered mind of his soul, he walked away from his grave and towards an aimless life, how he spent his years, walking and walking and walking. His mind piecing itself back together, slowly and crookedly. Till something was made. Something that stopped walking, and started running. Because this thing, this thing called itself Marcus. And Marcus... Marcus wanted to do something. He just. Didn't know what. So he ran, he ran to find it.
And he is still running.
