Character You Would Like to Play:
Marcus (no last name)
Looks like he's 17, says that he's 17, but he's lived a hell of a lot longer than that.
Canon or OC:
OC. Fun Fact ~ He's a Living Doll.
Character Alignment (Hero, Villain, or Walking the Line):
He's slightly taller then most (5'8") and skinny and his skin feels really strange. It's hard and smooth, but it's warm.
Origin/History of Your Character and Their Personality:
Marcus is very polite to everyone he meets, male or female. Most girls find it hard to tell if he's flirting or just being nice. He doesn't like to do things by himself and would rather have someone give him orders to follow. He can be cheerful sometimes, even though he doesn't look like it at first. Marcus can be old-fashioned at times, but there's a pretty good reason for that (after all, his total years lived so far is somewhere around 600-800 years or so). Even though he smiles, he's actually very lonely on the inside. While his "family" loves him and he loves them back, he's always felt this deep emptiness in his existence. The love for the "family" he has is immense and nothing can stop him if something threatens their safety. He shares a tender relationship with his "sister" and "mother", even going to the limit where you would think he is still a young child.
his family, having people he can trust, sunlight (he just knows that it feels warm), classical music, quiet places (it's easier on his ears), dancing (not hip-hop or anything like that, more like ballroom dancing)
people who threaten himself or his loved ones (especially his family), getting lost, when people offer him food (he doesn't need to eat and he never understood the whole eating thing anyway), when people touch his bare skin (except his "mother" or "sister"), being told he can't do something because he's handicapped (unless it's reasonable, like driving), loud noises, rude/mean people
There once was a lonely old woman with no husband or children, who had a huge interest in witchcraft. She made a life-sized doll of a boy and brought it to life. The doll could do anything that a normal human could, but the old woman's magic wasn't perfect. The doll, named Marcus, ended up losing his sight over time. The old lady eventually died, leaving Marcus alone for years. Centuries went by and Marcus realized that since he can't die, he might as well do something with his life. His search for a purpose in life took over hundreds of years, allowing him to roam the entirety of the world many times over, hoping that something would present itself.
One day, in the year of 1746, he met a young woman who was to be burned at the stake for acts of witchcraft. He managed to free said woman in hopes that she, like the old woman who brought life to him, could use her magic to give him a purpose in life. The woman revealed herself as "Lady Rene", the High Witch of Mablestone. As a reward for saving her life, she took Marcus as her "child" and cared for him like the mother he was missing. Like the doll, she too was immortal and they spent the next few hundred years as "family", growing and adapting as the world around them changed for the better. After the 60th year of their union, Lady Rene discovered the secret to the magic keeping Marcus alive and crafted another doll, this time in the shape of a young girl. The female doll was brought to life and named "Gabrielle".
Gabrielle soon became Marcus' "sister" and Rene's "daughter". Up until the year 1960, life for the enchanted family had been quite pleasant and they had expertly adapted into society, despite their obvious differences. By the time the first Mutant came out to the public eye and supers began to appear all over the place, Marcus had discovered a new calling in life. He, Lady Rene and Gabrielle decided that with their own unique abilities, they too would rise to challenge the evils of the world and defend the mortal who's lives were threatened by these so called "Super Villains". ((There's much more to it then that, but I was aiming for the general gist of things))
Powers and Abilities (If Any):
1.) Super strength
2.) His sense of hearing is frightening. Almost nothing gets past this guy. Ever.
3.) Uses a sonar/echolocation system to find where things are. It's almost as good as being able to see.
Weapons (If Any)
The closest thing he has to a weapon is a Black Motorcycle that has been upgraded with Lady Rene's magic. Its capabilities/attributes/gadgets are similar to that of the Batpod.
Marcus is a doll, so therefore he can't really die of human causes such as age or health issues. However, the magic that brought him to life forces him to feel pain and torment like any other human. The only "true" way to kill him, is if you disassembled his body and destroyed each individual piece. However, the more beaten up he gets, he begins to break (limbs fall off, his skin cracks apart. Sometimes, he's been known to lose the entire left half of his body during a fight, which renders him intense pain.)
If he is ever heavily damaged, he always goes to Lady Rene, who heals him with her magic. That being said, his actual head is required for the process, so you could prevent him from healing by stealing his severed head.
Supporting Cast (If Any):
Marcus is blind. So wearing that blindfold doesn't affect his vision (or lack of) at all
Sample Post (must be a minimum of 2 paragraphs with at least 2 lines of dialogue from your character):
BANG!! THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. RATTATATAATATA!!!
"EVERYBODY BACK ON THE GROUND!! STAY THERE!! DONT BE MAKING ANY MORE FUNNY BUSINESS OR ELSE THIS PLACE GOES BYE-BYE!!"
"OY!! CHEEKS!! 'URRY UP WIT THEM BAGS!!"
"Ey, what's ya problem, Bulb? Not scared of the cops, are ya?"
"Its not the cops we should be worried about man, its those damn vigilantes. Is that the last of the money?"
One of the goons who was referred to as "Cheeks" walked towards the armoured truck and patted the side. His companion, "Bulb", pointed his armed and ready AK-47 at the crowd of people in the bank. The truth was, rather then break into the bank on their own and steal the money via a stick-up, they stole one of the CCPD's armoured cars and crashed it directly beside the vault, so they could get in and out of the bank quickly. Cheeks patted the side of the truck and closed the back door, waving for the 3rd gang member, "Bones", to get in the truck and start it up. Bones quickly ran to the car and climbed in, and was soon followed by Bulb and Cheeks. The bank tellers were terrified about what these criminals might've done to them and the customers, but were still in shock of the whole turn of events and remained on the floor. As the armoured car sped away, the SWAT forces around the Central City National Bank burst in and tried to eliminate the issue.
As the armoured car sped off, the lights and sirens of police cars soon erupted through Central City as they gave chase to the armed bank-robbers. From a nearby rooftop, a boy wearing a blindfold stared at the scene and shook his head. "They're heading south.."
he quietly whispered to himself before he walked to the other side of the roof and swung a leg over the dark black motorcycle, smiling widely as it let out a loud purr, signalling it was on. "Alright Golem, there's no way the police are going to catch them.. Finish this fast."
he said before he pulled back on the right handle of the vehicle and launched himself off the rooftop at a high speed, landing directly on the highway pass that was not too far of a drop from the building he was on top of. Landing on the road with an audible "THUMP", he pulled back the handles and sped up, leaning forwards to allow him to be more aerodynamic and so he wouldn't fly off the bike. He sped past and dodged cars as he chased down the cops and soon overtook them. The officers only looked on the boy as his semi-cape fluttered in the night as he sped past. Bones looked out the rear view window of the armoured truck and his eyes popped open in surprise as he saw the brown clad boy in hot pursuit. He turned his head to Cheeks and Bulb, shouting "ITS GOLEM!! WASTE'IM!!"
The back doors of the armoured truck flung open and Cheeks grabbed his AK-47, firing it blindly into the night as the car swerved and screeched, trying to get more speed while avoiding the 9pm Traffic. Before Cheeks even began to fire his gun, Marcus saw a bright red object in his hands. whenever Marcus saw something was red, it was a sign that his mind knew it was dangerous. As the bullets flew around the highway, Golem quickly pulled back on the gas and fell further behind the truck. He did his best to avoid the gunfire as he thought about what to do next. Knowing what to do, Golem pressed a button on the side on the left handle and two long metal tubes extended from the wheel, positioning themselves from the front. He pressed the same button twice and instantly, two metal darts were fired and hit the trucks back lights. Drat!! I missed!!
Golem thought as Cheeks unleashed more gunfire, hitting some of the nearby cars as he attempted to kill Golem. The cars swerved and banged into each other, forcing Golem to swerve around the impending accidents and narrowly avoid crashing into cars. People are getting hurt because of those thugs. I need to end this, NOW.
he thought again as he readied the darts for another try. He let his inner aura guide him to the perfect target and pressed the button again, launching two more darts. Almost like a dream come true, the darts successfully hit the wheels of the armoured car. The truck began to swerve out of control and eventually flipped over, sending gym bags full of money into the streets and knocking the criminals around inside the vehicle as it continued flipping. The truck had spun around at least 4 times before it eventually halted, the roof laying on the ground, smashed open. Golem pulled up on his motorcycle and turned it off, slowly climbing off as he walked towards the three criminals who now laid on the ground. Jumbled and confused, they were pretty beat up, but none of them were dead. This pleased Marcus because even if you were a lowlife criminal thug, you deserved to serve your sentence rather then escape by means of your own death. As Bulb began to reach for a gun beside him slowly, Golem shook his head and pulled out his quarter staff, holding it at the thugs chest, watching as he yelled in pain, obviously from a fractured rib or something. "If I were you, I'd just stay right where you are until Edmond's men come and take you to Darkwater Asylum... Hope you like the colour Orange.."