Sugar and Spite

Meadow University

Unnamed // Cynthia Nabozny // Unknown // Scholarship

Tiberius Nero Delamar // Andy Biersack // 8DC73F // Legacy

Jasper Viviona Delamar // Liz Gillies // BC8DBF // Legacy

Rosefell High.

I heard a rumour...

DeShawn Marcus

Name

DeShawn Omar Marcus

Nickames

Dee
Sexual Chocolate
TDD (Tall. Dark and Delicious)

Age

18

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

TBD

Label

Jock

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown/Black - Usually kept in a short fade
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’2
• Body Type: A solid 230lb of pure muscle
• Clothing Style: Dee dresses commonly in his sports clothing (joggers, t-shirts and his letter jacket) or occasionally in jeans and a nice button down shirt.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Dee has both ears pierced and has multiple scars over his body, none too distracting, mostly caused by the usual childhood mischief. He does have a large scar on his left arm from being attacked by a police dog.

Personality Traits

Generally speaking, Deshawn Marcus isn’t much of a talker. Most would agree that he’s pretty kind and sweet natured but it is the early hardships in his life that truly shaped Dee’s personality. He is tough, cynical and brutally honest and seems to be burdened by a somewhat compulsive need to save people, a factor that often results in both admiration and annoyance because he can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Deshawn much prefers his own company a lot of time and enjoys disappearing for a run or a hike for hours at a time just to clear his head. In spite of this need for independence, Dee is very empathetic and understanding of other people and has no qualms with working with a partner or group as shown by his time on the football team.

He is somewhat shy and finds it hard to properly allow his emotions to be seen other people. Deshawn is prone to solving problems with his fists rather than with his head and is seemingly always involved in fights even if said fights don’t really have anything to do with him. The streets of West Baltimore are a dangerous place for a child to grow up, Deshawn is the perfect advocate for that.

Biography

When you are born and raised in a place that has in the past been named Bodymore, Murderland your trajectory through life is pretty much mapped out for you from the start. Deshawn Marcus was brought into this world on a cold winter's eve in West Baltimore. His old man was well known enforcer for one of the heavier gang sets and also worked as a longshoreman on the dying docks. Dee didn’t really have a lot of fond memories of those early formative years. He doesn’t really remember his mother, only that she wasn’t around anymore and that his father was someone you did not mess around with. The few good memories of when he was a child pretty much centred on trips to the zoo and the makeshift forest of his imagination.

As soon as his old man deemed he was old enough, Deshawn was on the corner, selling drugs. The life of a corner boy was pretty much his entire existence if not for the fact that he was one hell of a football player. He was allowed to play for his high school as long as he earned a good chunk of money slinging for his dad. Thanks to an early growth spurt and the workout he got every other night running from the police, Dee got real big real quick and damn, the boy could play. Towards the end of his junior year, Deshawn’s father had a group of his friends over for a party, Dee on this particular day was in the house acting like a waiter for the Baltimore drug kingpins. It didn’t take long for things to take a turn, the house was firebombed and shot up. Deshawn and his father survived but only just.

After the assault, social services finally decided to step him and took Dee from his father, who didn’t really put up that much of a fight to keep his first born son. At such an advanced age, it would be a miracle if anyone wanted to remove Deshawn from the system and give him a home. Either luckily or un-luckily for him an uncle he didn’t know existed decided to take him in and soon enough the hard streets of West Baltimore had become the hard streets of Columbus, Ohio. Uncle Denzel was just as strong willed as his old man but he was on the straight, a former army captain and current school teacher; this kind of environment was good for Dee. Almost immediately he was recruited for the football team but Deshawn made it a priority not to fall into the jock stereotype.

After a year in Columbus, Dee had pretty much established himself as a gentle giant, don’t fuck with him and he won’t fuck with you. You need a hand, he’ll be the first at your door. Still, an air of despondency hangs over him like a cloud. A troubled past could put a stop to a bright future and that terrifies him.

Family

Denzel Little - Uncle/Guardian
Trey Marcus - Father
Naomi Marcus - Mother - Deceased

Misc.

Jordan Calloway| B9A84D
Is nothing about acceptable answer? If not, imma say Christmas food

@BrutalBx

Approved. So glad to see De again! <3

Rosefell High: Now Accepting Applications.

Small bump.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Sunshine was one of those people that went all out for the first day back to school. She had woken up early to do her makeup, shower, and brush her teeth. The young woman had posted a status to follow their dreams on Facebook, and uploaded the best of the cute pictures she had taken of herself this morning.

Why Sunshine was so excited, she didn't know. Maybe it was the fact that in a few short months, she would be graduating. They would all officially be adults, able to be truly free and live their lives however they pleased. Another thing that excited her was the possibility of see where things went with Shawna. Hopefully whatever their relationship evolved into, it wouldn't be something that would ruin their friendship. Fingers crossed and social media updated, Sunshine made the drive to school after saying good bye to her aunt and uncle.

Arriving at Kings, Shawna shot a quick text to Shawna before taking a seat at one of the picnic tables located right outside of the entrance.

Please tell me you're here. Don't leave me alone on our last first day. :( I'll be waiting for ya at our table. <3

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Ariel Grey had been having a decent enough morning. Her father had left the house early for work this morning, leaving her to have one less thing to worry about. What she did have to worry about, however, was what to wear and how everyone would take the news of her and Kavi being back together. She had already let the Misfits know of the news, but the rest of the school still didn't know unless they had spotted them together over the very last bit of the holiday break. While the people who's opinion actually mattered already knew, Ariel couldn't help but wonder what sort of whispers would float down the halls as she walked hand in hand with Kavi. Said thoughts did nothing to help her anxiety levels as she worked through her morning routine and drive to school.

She was sure to text Kavi to let him know that it was more than okay that she couldn't ride with him this morning. While Ariel always preferred their car rides together over going solo, she understood the importance of making sure his sister arrived at school on time too. Plus family time was nice, right?

"Just take a deep breath," she whispered to herself, stepping out of the Impala. "What matters is that your friends -mostly - support you, and that you and Kavi are happy."

Scanning the school grounds as she walked across the parking lot, Ariel was surprised to see so many emotions on everyone's face.

Some were tired, others enthusiastic. Some looked ready to die, and others just looked.... 'meh'.

Bookbag over her shoulder, keys currently being shoved into her jacket pocket, Ariel made her way over to the part of the school grounds where you could usually find Kavi before school started.

Approaching the man of the hour, Ariel couldn't help but spot that he had company. Of course his chosen company would be none other than Little Miss Relationship Destroyer Extraordinaire April Foster.

While Ariel was happy that April and Santiago had seemed to work through whatever it was that they needed to work out, that still didn't give April permission to be around Kavi after what happened, much less handing him some sort of gift. Like what the fuck, bitch? What. The actual - fuck?

Okay. Calm down. You've not even been at Kings for five minutes. You're trying to be less of an angry person now, remember? Maybe it's a baby shower invite? No. Wait. The box is to big for an shower invite. Unless she and Santi are being extra, of course. But wait. Why would she invite him and not me? You don't get one without the other. We are a Duo. Dear fucking god, Ari. You're being dramatic. Shut the fuck up.

Walking up to the conversation, Ariel arrived just in time to hear April's apology. Standing beside Kavi, grabbing a hold of his hand as she laced her fingers through his, she gave April her best forced heartwarming smile.

"Oh don't worry! I'm sure we've all pretty much moved past that."

As Kavi began to act as if he was moving for the package, Ariel firmly squeezed his hand as if to say 'don't'.

"Mind me asking what's in the box," she asked, feigning a friendly tone.

While she had moved past the events of the Halloween party, Ariel hadn't exactly forgotten what had happened. For the time being, she was just doing her best to not be passive aggressive and work towards building a better, more healthy relationship with Kavi. Seeing he and April talking together on their first day back at Kings Academy did nothing to help that.

Rosefell High: Now Accepting Applications.

We are still in the early stages of the RP. This would be an excellent time to join. ~

Post a random fact about yourself.

<Snipped quote by HaleyTheRandom>

Tomato is an oddball for me. I don't like tomatoes, but I'm fine with pizza sauce, spaghetti sauce, ketchup, etc. Same thing with bananas and oranges. I'll eat banana bread or banana laffy taffy, but won't eat a banana even if it would save my life. For oranges, I'll drink orange juice or anything flavored orange, but I won't touch the actual fruit.

Guess I just like the taste rather than the actual thing, or something like that.

@Kuro

I understand completely. I can only eat tomatoes if they're like.... required in a dish. Like veggie soup or something. I also like ketchup. And will eat a tomato sandwich. Just don't like them on my burgers, tacos, etc.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I adore fresh fruits and veggies.

Except onions.

And tomatoes.

Rosefell High.

Excited to have you all. ~

Rosefell High.

@Cio Indeed we are! The more males the better, though I'm not going to force you to make one.