Post by Marcus on Mar 10, 2008 1:47:43 GMT -5
ME
My Name: Weaver. Matt Weaver.
Age: 21. Working on 22. I'd totally appreciate not being referred to as "The Geezer."
Contact Info: Best shot is the cell. If I'm not on AIM (mattman951753) yell at Crystal to call/text me.
Past Experience: Not sure what you want here. I've got quite a few years under my belt, not to mention I'm an amateur novelist, but the experience is mostly limited to multiple roleplays on Gaiaonline and The Twilight Realms.
CHARACTER
Name: Marcus Tomlinson Banning
Age: 19
Parents: Father, Thor. Mother, Athena.
Title: God of Knowledge
Side: Good, though his Code of Honor sometimes differs from that of the Laws.
Personality: Marcus is, for all intents and purposes, a stargazer. He looks beyond what is here and now, ever watchful for information. Strength and physical prowess are not thoughts that cross his mind. Physical Prowess will die with you. Knowledge, and Information, will not. He seeks knowledge in all it's forms, and aspires to one day possess all the information that creation has to hold.
This drive for Knowledge, Learning, Education, and Information is a trait graced upon him by his mother, Athena. Oftentimes he is seen as introverted and "nerdy" for this, as he seeks not the power that comes from Strength, Prestige, or Rank. He seeks the power that comes from knowing his enemy, his ally, and all around him, and retains it all. This helps him immensely in any sort of battle, be it physical, a battle of wits, or even a battle of Mind. As such, he's usually not very open to people, though to those he is, he is completely loyal, unto death itself. The one thing he will never truly know, however, is himself, and this irritates him to no end.
His father, however, graced unto him a different mentality. While he will not completely open to anyone except those he truly trusts, he is not the introvert his drive for knowledge would lead others to believe. Quite the opposite is true, in fact. He's loud, almost to the point of being obnoxious, he's outgoing, he's quite the cynic, and he's a bit of a charmer. His father's power didn't get graced upon him nearly as much as his mother's did, and as such his control of anything physical is limited to Thunder, and a very minute portion, at that. He can hold his ale, and likes to be noticed, at least for who he is on the outside.
Physical Description and PB: Marcus stands at an average height of 2 meters (6'0"), and weighs in at a relatively light 75 kilograms (165 lbs). He wears a simplistic garb when not in school, mostly of earth tones, greys, and blues. Usually he will wear a beige button-down shirt, unbuttoned, over a steel blue-grey shirt. His jeans of of the darkest denim blue, slightly faded at the knees. Normally he wears brown sandals. His skin is tan, a trait taken from his mother, despite the fact that he has lived with his father in the far north for quite some time now. His hair is a deep, but not dark brown, at a medium length for a man, and possesses the curl and bounce of his mother's hair. Try as he may, he can never truly get rid of his facial hair, one of the things his father passed to him, and he usually has the stubble of a beard, a light brown, almost invisible against his tanned skin, and the same iron strength as his father's beard. Strapped over one shoulder and across his back is a wooden staff, expertly carved and etched with runes and his family crest. When it's not on his back, or in the few times it's in use, he'll use it as a walking stick.
Marcus is played by Matthew McConaughey
Background Information: Marcus never really knew his mother. He was born, and as an infant moved to live in the North, under the watchful eye of his father, Thor. Had it not been for all the things about Athena that he saw in his son, Marcus, Thor would have all but forsaken and disowned the boy. But it was these things, these traits that reminded the god so much of his former lover, that possessed him to keep his gaze on the boy. Marcus grew up among his many brothers and sisters, some gods, some demi-gods, and all of them paid him no heed. On occasion, they would attempt to ambush him, squabbles did happen from time to time. He got the equivalent of a basic combat and self defense training through this. His drive for knowledge was quickly filled in his family, and he hungered for more. His siblings grew tired of his endless questions, and his father was a depleted source of information, as he'd already interrogated Thor thoroughly.
Disaster struck. War was waged between the gods themselves, and the grandchildren of Zeus himself were to be placed in a safe place, away from all that was happening. Marcus was ecstatic at this prospect, as he'd have a whole new source of information at his fingertips, from all the grandchildren would trickle stories of their parents and their experiences, their personalities... The information would be nearly limitless, and Marcus was more than happy to oblige. He has discovered that there is a set course on Education, and plans to take it in the hopes that he can pass his knowledge on. Strength will die with you. Knowledge will live on for eternity.
RP Example: (This has nothing to do with the current character, let alone the general idea of the roleplay at all, and is probably one of my longer posts, as most are about half to three-quarters this length, but this be my style, albeit a tad old.)
Victor sat in the drivers side of his Humvee, and stuck the key in the ignition. He pulled the door closed with a slam, and buckled himself in. With a quick turn, a grind, and a soft roar, the engine to the Hummer jumped to life and sat idle, waiting for him to make a move. He wasn't sure where to start, however. He knew for a fact that there were other Vampires out there that didn't throw their lot in with the Coven, but he wouldn't know how to track them out of the blue. He needed something to go off of.
VonSchmitt. The thought drifted across his mind and collided with his soldier training. Victor was almost certain that VonSchmitt, though he was technically a member of the Coven, was working as a Double Agent for those outside the Coven's protective web. His memories brought back the fact that it was not his business to find VonSchmitt, but that demon's. But he didn't like her much anyways. He decided that would be perfect. Sneak into VonSchimtt's 'mansion,' find a dossier or some such on a potential target, get out, and 'fetch' a Vampire for his Master to torment. His emerald eyes burned with malice, and he couldn't help but to grin at the thought of being caught and opening fire on VonSchmitt's guards, or even the man himself, and shifted into Reverse. He expertly backed the Hummer out of the spot, spun the wheel, stuck her in first, and with a screech of tires and the light scent of burnt rubber, he was on the road.
As he pulled out, he flipped open his laptop built into the console. He had it set to voice recognition so he could continue driving, and he needed to know where to find VonSchmitt's place. The easiest way to do that was to utilize Gabriella's immense network. "Access Network, Gabriella de Alcantara," he said to the machine. With a quick beep and a few loading screens, he added, "Send Message, Gabriella de Alcantara. Subject, blank. Body, My apologies for using your Network, Gabi, but it was urgent. Hope you understand. Get well soon." With another beep, the message was sent, and the Network was brought up. "Access File, Marcus VonSchmitt," he said. "Home Location, Initiate GPS directions." The computer beeped again, and transmitted the location to his GPS device in his dash. With that done, he closed the laptop and watched the map materialize in his dashboard. He grinned wickedly, and pushed the hammer down farther. He was going to have fun tonight.
Victor pulled the Humvee up along the street outside the right place, and killed the lights and engine. He slipped out of the truck, put on his helmet and clipped it, and pulled the goggles up around his eyes. With a light tap to the right side of the goggles, Night Vision started up, and a small reading of his surroundings and extra information began scrolling through his right lens. He gripped the M4 and sprinted towards the house. There was no way he would get past the guards without alerting one of them, and if he alerted any of them on his way in he'd be on an even tighter schedule and things would be mucked up. The M4 was not suppressed, and he cursed himself silently for that, but decided action needed to be taken. He'd take a potshot at one of the guards, injuring but not killing the man, and that would bring every guard within hearing range over here. That cleared up a lot of empty space for him to get past and into the house, and left his time frame rather large as they looked for a trespasser out by the fence. The only difficult part would be getting out. His emerald eyes lit up as he locked on to a target, crept forward, and pulled the trigger. With a flash of fire and a loud BLAM, the man dropped to the ground, clutching his leg, and screaming in pain. Sure enough, others came running, and Victor slinked off to the front gate, snuck in, and headed straight to the house. He found a window, broke it quickly and efficiently, and was in the house in no time. There was no one in the house, not even VonSchmitt himself. He smirked at the fact that it made his job that much easier, and it made that demon's job that much harder.
Once in VonSchmitt's chambers, he killed the Night Vision and flicked his flashlight on. The man's chambers were pitch black, as they should have been, and very lavishly decorated. The only thing that stood out was the hardened metal in the closet. He had found a file chest full of information on many, many Vampires who were not members of the Coven, and grinned to himself. Mission accomplished. He emptied the contents of the file chest into a duffel, and sprinted up the stairs and out the front door, hitting the NVG again. Funny. Wasn't locked. And VonSchmitt's not even here. he thought to himself. He shrugged it off, sprinted through the darkness and suddenly heard a voice call out, "FREEZE!" Victor, of course, did not freeze, and seconds later the voice was followed up with an automatic rifle. BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM. The sounds echoed through the night, and the man's voice was suddenly followed by many more voices, all converging on Victor's position. Victor grinned like a madman, turned, expertly raised the carbine, and squeezed off a round. BLAM, and the man who had shot at him dropped lifeless to the ground, the back side of his head scattered across the lawn.
Victor was brought to his knees with the force of twin bullets ripping through his back, but luckily for him he was wearing his Kevlar vest. He spun, aimed, and fired again. BLAM, and the man collapsed to the ground, a heap of dead flesh. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, leapt to the left, and four more bullets whizzed through the air where he used to be not one second ago. In midair, he found his target, aimed, and had fired off another round before he hit the ground. BLAM. This target struck true as well, and the man was thrown back a few feet, dead before he hit the ground. In the relative moment of peace, Victor pulled his walkie and said, "Engine Start." The Humvee sprang to life, waiting for him. Only three men at the front gate stood in his way now, and as he charged them, they opened fire. He was hit once, in the shoulder, and twice in the chest. The shoulder stung, but he was able to regenerate it enough to keep firing, and the chest didn't even bother him with the vest on. He aimed, fired, aimed, fired, and didn't even bother aiming at the third. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. The third man wasn't killed, and was hit in the leg, forcing him to drop his gun and clutch his leg in pain. Victor approached him, now walking, still cradling the M4, and stood in front of him. The man blubbered and stammered out some hapless 'Please spare me, I have a wife and kids' remarks, but Victor was in no mood to hear it. He lowered the carbine, and the man on the ground thanked him over and over. Victor only grinned wickedly at the man, and drew an MEU pistol, leveling it at the man's forehead. He quickly backpedaled and tried to exclaim 'NO!' but only got as far as opening his eyes and mouth wide in astonishment before Victor pulled the trigger. BLAM. The man's head exploded from the back, leaving his lifeless corpse to fall upon the ground, staining the green grass red.
It was done. Victor walked the rest of the way to his Hummer, got in, and tore off before anyone else could track him. He'd return home and go through the files to pick someone out, and then perhaps let Xavior go through the files as well to see if there was anyone in particular he wanted Victor to 'fetch.' Victor hit the radio, put in his Dragonforce cd, and turned it up as he drove home. All in all, it was a good night.
My Name: Weaver. Matt Weaver.
Age: 21. Working on 22. I'd totally appreciate not being referred to as "The Geezer."
Contact Info: Best shot is the cell. If I'm not on AIM (mattman951753) yell at Crystal to call/text me.
Past Experience: Not sure what you want here. I've got quite a few years under my belt, not to mention I'm an amateur novelist, but the experience is mostly limited to multiple roleplays on Gaiaonline and The Twilight Realms.
CHARACTER
Name: Marcus Tomlinson Banning
Age: 19
Parents: Father, Thor. Mother, Athena.
Title: God of Knowledge
Side: Good, though his Code of Honor sometimes differs from that of the Laws.
Personality: Marcus is, for all intents and purposes, a stargazer. He looks beyond what is here and now, ever watchful for information. Strength and physical prowess are not thoughts that cross his mind. Physical Prowess will die with you. Knowledge, and Information, will not. He seeks knowledge in all it's forms, and aspires to one day possess all the information that creation has to hold.
This drive for Knowledge, Learning, Education, and Information is a trait graced upon him by his mother, Athena. Oftentimes he is seen as introverted and "nerdy" for this, as he seeks not the power that comes from Strength, Prestige, or Rank. He seeks the power that comes from knowing his enemy, his ally, and all around him, and retains it all. This helps him immensely in any sort of battle, be it physical, a battle of wits, or even a battle of Mind. As such, he's usually not very open to people, though to those he is, he is completely loyal, unto death itself. The one thing he will never truly know, however, is himself, and this irritates him to no end.
His father, however, graced unto him a different mentality. While he will not completely open to anyone except those he truly trusts, he is not the introvert his drive for knowledge would lead others to believe. Quite the opposite is true, in fact. He's loud, almost to the point of being obnoxious, he's outgoing, he's quite the cynic, and he's a bit of a charmer. His father's power didn't get graced upon him nearly as much as his mother's did, and as such his control of anything physical is limited to Thunder, and a very minute portion, at that. He can hold his ale, and likes to be noticed, at least for who he is on the outside.
Physical Description and PB: Marcus stands at an average height of 2 meters (6'0"), and weighs in at a relatively light 75 kilograms (165 lbs). He wears a simplistic garb when not in school, mostly of earth tones, greys, and blues. Usually he will wear a beige button-down shirt, unbuttoned, over a steel blue-grey shirt. His jeans of of the darkest denim blue, slightly faded at the knees. Normally he wears brown sandals. His skin is tan, a trait taken from his mother, despite the fact that he has lived with his father in the far north for quite some time now. His hair is a deep, but not dark brown, at a medium length for a man, and possesses the curl and bounce of his mother's hair. Try as he may, he can never truly get rid of his facial hair, one of the things his father passed to him, and he usually has the stubble of a beard, a light brown, almost invisible against his tanned skin, and the same iron strength as his father's beard. Strapped over one shoulder and across his back is a wooden staff, expertly carved and etched with runes and his family crest. When it's not on his back, or in the few times it's in use, he'll use it as a walking stick.
Marcus is played by Matthew McConaughey
Background Information: Marcus never really knew his mother. He was born, and as an infant moved to live in the North, under the watchful eye of his father, Thor. Had it not been for all the things about Athena that he saw in his son, Marcus, Thor would have all but forsaken and disowned the boy. But it was these things, these traits that reminded the god so much of his former lover, that possessed him to keep his gaze on the boy. Marcus grew up among his many brothers and sisters, some gods, some demi-gods, and all of them paid him no heed. On occasion, they would attempt to ambush him, squabbles did happen from time to time. He got the equivalent of a basic combat and self defense training through this. His drive for knowledge was quickly filled in his family, and he hungered for more. His siblings grew tired of his endless questions, and his father was a depleted source of information, as he'd already interrogated Thor thoroughly.
Disaster struck. War was waged between the gods themselves, and the grandchildren of Zeus himself were to be placed in a safe place, away from all that was happening. Marcus was ecstatic at this prospect, as he'd have a whole new source of information at his fingertips, from all the grandchildren would trickle stories of their parents and their experiences, their personalities... The information would be nearly limitless, and Marcus was more than happy to oblige. He has discovered that there is a set course on Education, and plans to take it in the hopes that he can pass his knowledge on. Strength will die with you. Knowledge will live on for eternity.
RP Example: (This has nothing to do with the current character, let alone the general idea of the roleplay at all, and is probably one of my longer posts, as most are about half to three-quarters this length, but this be my style, albeit a tad old.)
Victor sat in the drivers side of his Humvee, and stuck the key in the ignition. He pulled the door closed with a slam, and buckled himself in. With a quick turn, a grind, and a soft roar, the engine to the Hummer jumped to life and sat idle, waiting for him to make a move. He wasn't sure where to start, however. He knew for a fact that there were other Vampires out there that didn't throw their lot in with the Coven, but he wouldn't know how to track them out of the blue. He needed something to go off of.
VonSchmitt. The thought drifted across his mind and collided with his soldier training. Victor was almost certain that VonSchmitt, though he was technically a member of the Coven, was working as a Double Agent for those outside the Coven's protective web. His memories brought back the fact that it was not his business to find VonSchmitt, but that demon's. But he didn't like her much anyways. He decided that would be perfect. Sneak into VonSchimtt's 'mansion,' find a dossier or some such on a potential target, get out, and 'fetch' a Vampire for his Master to torment. His emerald eyes burned with malice, and he couldn't help but to grin at the thought of being caught and opening fire on VonSchmitt's guards, or even the man himself, and shifted into Reverse. He expertly backed the Hummer out of the spot, spun the wheel, stuck her in first, and with a screech of tires and the light scent of burnt rubber, he was on the road.
As he pulled out, he flipped open his laptop built into the console. He had it set to voice recognition so he could continue driving, and he needed to know where to find VonSchmitt's place. The easiest way to do that was to utilize Gabriella's immense network. "Access Network, Gabriella de Alcantara," he said to the machine. With a quick beep and a few loading screens, he added, "Send Message, Gabriella de Alcantara. Subject, blank. Body, My apologies for using your Network, Gabi, but it was urgent. Hope you understand. Get well soon." With another beep, the message was sent, and the Network was brought up. "Access File, Marcus VonSchmitt," he said. "Home Location, Initiate GPS directions." The computer beeped again, and transmitted the location to his GPS device in his dash. With that done, he closed the laptop and watched the map materialize in his dashboard. He grinned wickedly, and pushed the hammer down farther. He was going to have fun tonight.
Victor pulled the Humvee up along the street outside the right place, and killed the lights and engine. He slipped out of the truck, put on his helmet and clipped it, and pulled the goggles up around his eyes. With a light tap to the right side of the goggles, Night Vision started up, and a small reading of his surroundings and extra information began scrolling through his right lens. He gripped the M4 and sprinted towards the house. There was no way he would get past the guards without alerting one of them, and if he alerted any of them on his way in he'd be on an even tighter schedule and things would be mucked up. The M4 was not suppressed, and he cursed himself silently for that, but decided action needed to be taken. He'd take a potshot at one of the guards, injuring but not killing the man, and that would bring every guard within hearing range over here. That cleared up a lot of empty space for him to get past and into the house, and left his time frame rather large as they looked for a trespasser out by the fence. The only difficult part would be getting out. His emerald eyes lit up as he locked on to a target, crept forward, and pulled the trigger. With a flash of fire and a loud BLAM, the man dropped to the ground, clutching his leg, and screaming in pain. Sure enough, others came running, and Victor slinked off to the front gate, snuck in, and headed straight to the house. He found a window, broke it quickly and efficiently, and was in the house in no time. There was no one in the house, not even VonSchmitt himself. He smirked at the fact that it made his job that much easier, and it made that demon's job that much harder.
Once in VonSchmitt's chambers, he killed the Night Vision and flicked his flashlight on. The man's chambers were pitch black, as they should have been, and very lavishly decorated. The only thing that stood out was the hardened metal in the closet. He had found a file chest full of information on many, many Vampires who were not members of the Coven, and grinned to himself. Mission accomplished. He emptied the contents of the file chest into a duffel, and sprinted up the stairs and out the front door, hitting the NVG again. Funny. Wasn't locked. And VonSchmitt's not even here. he thought to himself. He shrugged it off, sprinted through the darkness and suddenly heard a voice call out, "FREEZE!" Victor, of course, did not freeze, and seconds later the voice was followed up with an automatic rifle. BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM. The sounds echoed through the night, and the man's voice was suddenly followed by many more voices, all converging on Victor's position. Victor grinned like a madman, turned, expertly raised the carbine, and squeezed off a round. BLAM, and the man who had shot at him dropped lifeless to the ground, the back side of his head scattered across the lawn.
Victor was brought to his knees with the force of twin bullets ripping through his back, but luckily for him he was wearing his Kevlar vest. He spun, aimed, and fired again. BLAM, and the man collapsed to the ground, a heap of dead flesh. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, leapt to the left, and four more bullets whizzed through the air where he used to be not one second ago. In midair, he found his target, aimed, and had fired off another round before he hit the ground. BLAM. This target struck true as well, and the man was thrown back a few feet, dead before he hit the ground. In the relative moment of peace, Victor pulled his walkie and said, "Engine Start." The Humvee sprang to life, waiting for him. Only three men at the front gate stood in his way now, and as he charged them, they opened fire. He was hit once, in the shoulder, and twice in the chest. The shoulder stung, but he was able to regenerate it enough to keep firing, and the chest didn't even bother him with the vest on. He aimed, fired, aimed, fired, and didn't even bother aiming at the third. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. The third man wasn't killed, and was hit in the leg, forcing him to drop his gun and clutch his leg in pain. Victor approached him, now walking, still cradling the M4, and stood in front of him. The man blubbered and stammered out some hapless 'Please spare me, I have a wife and kids' remarks, but Victor was in no mood to hear it. He lowered the carbine, and the man on the ground thanked him over and over. Victor only grinned wickedly at the man, and drew an MEU pistol, leveling it at the man's forehead. He quickly backpedaled and tried to exclaim 'NO!' but only got as far as opening his eyes and mouth wide in astonishment before Victor pulled the trigger. BLAM. The man's head exploded from the back, leaving his lifeless corpse to fall upon the ground, staining the green grass red.
It was done. Victor walked the rest of the way to his Hummer, got in, and tore off before anyone else could track him. He'd return home and go through the files to pick someone out, and then perhaps let Xavior go through the files as well to see if there was anyone in particular he wanted Victor to 'fetch.' Victor hit the radio, put in his Dragonforce cd, and turned it up as he drove home. All in all, it was a good night.