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mickilennialI'm going to write a character sheet in a bit if you guys don't mind, lol (will update this post later)
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Name: Mark STEEEEL (Yelling his last name like that is mandatory for Mark)
Appearance: A 175cm human bottle rocket, MARK STEEL THE MAN OF STEEL is a fifth generation chimera with a pair of floppy, lightish brown canine ears and a matching tail. Mark will never not sport a soft and long buzz cut the same color of his dog traits.
His body is severely toned, lithe and olive in color. His usual outfit consists of a camo tank top, your basic pale green military hat, and of course, dog tags. He wears baggy army pants and chunky black boots as well. On his neck hangs a small silver whistle.
Age: 17
Species: Fifth generation chimera. Specific heritage unknown, but his animal features are undeniably canine in appearance.
Gender: Male
Occupation: First year
Personality: Mark's obsession with the disciplined and powerful nature of the ideal military man has influenced his entire personality beyond belief. While most children grow out of their "I want to be a soldier" phase once puberty hits, Mark only became more enamored with the concept.
His fervent studies of both ancient and contemporary military customs have inspired him to withhold a bizarre and self-invented soldier's code. He strongly believes in heavy daily exercise, wearing a uniform no matter how inappropriate the occasion, and speaking to everyone in loud, boisterous militarly lingo. Mark believes that military men should all sleep, eat and even bathe together for the sake of increasing morale, and the side that he bats for has been the subject of many heated debates between people who have suffered his presence. His motivational speeches have earned him a small reputation among the younger crowd, who have no doubt been forced to hear his extreme rambles at events.
Openness to Experience: 20
Neuroticism: 25
Agreeableness: 75
Extroversion: 80
Conscientiousness: 90
Strength: 5
Endurance: 6
Constitution: 5
Agility: 7
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 3
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 7
Magic Type Preference: Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: Mark unknowingly uses magic in the form of emotional manipulation. When blowing on a whistle, clapping his hands or doing an action that impactfully attracts his target's attention to him, he is able to boost their spirits or deflate them, although the former is used 90% of the time. Those that he motivates find themselves more inspired and sharpened in their abilites, although the effects vary on his wording.
Interests:
ANCIENT ancient military history, think Rome and Sparta (Greece)
Exercise
Dogs
Strengthening the bonds between his fellow man
Superheroes
Rolling around in mud
Giving motivational speeches
Children's board games and action figures
Eating war rations as regular food
Eating dog food as regular food
Skills: Motivating others, one-handed push ups, losing to children at board games
Biography: Mark grew up in a drab Unoctocan orphanage seemingly in the middle of nowhere. He never knew his parents and seeked out friends at a young age to fill that family-shaped hole in his heart. The name Mark Steel is a fake one, selected by himself to replace his boring, traditional name that was slapped on to him during his early days there.
Mark enjoyed the orphanage's limited supply of comics, although it was the superhero and Unoctocan propaganda comics that caught his eye more than anything. He would read the tattered second hand stories over and over again until his fingertips would turn black from the ink. He frequently read them out loud to his friends, and the children would all reenact the best scenes in the fields outside their shared home.
As he became older and all his friends outgrew their dreams, Mark clung to the idea of becoming a soldier, while keeping a soft spot for the fictional heroes of his past. The pre-teen spent the next couple of years training like a madman and screaming pep talks others around like a sergeant, much to their dismay.
One of the orphanage's many employees was a retired Mordhaben scholar, who devoted his last days to relaxation while occasionally keeping an eye out for talent. Mark's overwhelming and tiring personality seemed horrible for a coach, yet he carried out the role well. A little too well. After questioning the annoying army boy a few times he found himself supernaturally motivated to fulfill his job, confirming his suspicions and landing Mark a place to hone his skills at.
Appearance: A 175cm human bottle rocket, MARK STEEL THE MAN OF STEEL is a fifth generation chimera with a pair of floppy, lightish brown canine ears and a matching tail. Mark will never not sport a soft and long buzz cut the same color of his dog traits.
His body is severely toned, lithe and olive in color. His usual outfit consists of a camo tank top, your basic pale green military hat, and of course, dog tags. He wears baggy army pants and chunky black boots as well. On his neck hangs a small silver whistle.
Age: 17
Species: Fifth generation chimera. Specific heritage unknown, but his animal features are undeniably canine in appearance.
Gender: Male
Occupation: First year
Personality: Mark's obsession with the disciplined and powerful nature of the ideal military man has influenced his entire personality beyond belief. While most children grow out of their "I want to be a soldier" phase once puberty hits, Mark only became more enamored with the concept.
His fervent studies of both ancient and contemporary military customs have inspired him to withhold a bizarre and self-invented soldier's code. He strongly believes in heavy daily exercise, wearing a uniform no matter how inappropriate the occasion, and speaking to everyone in loud, boisterous militarly lingo. Mark believes that military men should all sleep, eat and even bathe together for the sake of increasing morale, and the side that he bats for has been the subject of many heated debates between people who have suffered his presence. His motivational speeches have earned him a small reputation among the younger crowd, who have no doubt been forced to hear his extreme rambles at events.
Openness to Experience: 20
Neuroticism: 25
Agreeableness: 75
Extroversion: 80
Conscientiousness: 90
Strength: 5
Endurance: 6
Constitution: 5
Agility: 7
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 3
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 7
Magic Type Preference: Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: Mark unknowingly uses magic in the form of emotional manipulation. When blowing on a whistle, clapping his hands or doing an action that impactfully attracts his target's attention to him, he is able to boost their spirits or deflate them, although the former is used 90% of the time. Those that he motivates find themselves more inspired and sharpened in their abilites, although the effects vary on his wording.
Interests:
ANCIENT ancient military history, think Rome and Sparta (Greece)
Exercise
Dogs
Strengthening the bonds between his fellow man
Superheroes
Rolling around in mud
Giving motivational speeches
Children's board games and action figures
Eating war rations as regular food
Eating dog food as regular food
Skills: Motivating others, one-handed push ups, losing to children at board games
Biography: Mark grew up in a drab Unoctocan orphanage seemingly in the middle of nowhere. He never knew his parents and seeked out friends at a young age to fill that family-shaped hole in his heart. The name Mark Steel is a fake one, selected by himself to replace his boring, traditional name that was slapped on to him during his early days there.
Mark enjoyed the orphanage's limited supply of comics, although it was the superhero and Unoctocan propaganda comics that caught his eye more than anything. He would read the tattered second hand stories over and over again until his fingertips would turn black from the ink. He frequently read them out loud to his friends, and the children would all reenact the best scenes in the fields outside their shared home.
As he became older and all his friends outgrew their dreams, Mark clung to the idea of becoming a soldier, while keeping a soft spot for the fictional heroes of his past. The pre-teen spent the next couple of years training like a madman and screaming pep talks others around like a sergeant, much to their dismay.
One of the orphanage's many employees was a retired Mordhaben scholar, who devoted his last days to relaxation while occasionally keeping an eye out for talent. Mark's overwhelming and tiring personality seemed horrible for a coach, yet he carried out the role well. A little too well. After questioning the annoying army boy a few times he found himself supernaturally motivated to fulfill his job, confirming his suspicions and landing Mark a place to hone his skills at.