Post by Crystal on Jul 30, 2009 13:52:40 GMT -5
Stay In Shadow
I want to watch you Drown
Name: Markaius
Meaning: Jinxed Luck
Pronunciation Tool: Mar-kay-uhs
Associated Terms: Mark
Species: Smilodon
Height: 4'3"
Weight: 780 Pounds
Personality: Cold, cruel, and devious are the types of things people generally associate with him, although
his is almost, if not, none of those things altogether. Cruelty fits, but he never hurts someone
personally, and instead would let you know ahead of time that he was going to attack you in
any way at all. Usually though, he keeps to himself, with a glare at the rest of the world that's
worn in from a failed childhood of attempting friendship, and a miserable means of losing
connections with those closest to him. He has the ability to get heavily attached to a select few
individuals, and them alone, but seems to only notice them, or most of anyone that he does
know when they, or people that know them, are around him. When off on his own, he forgets
all but himself.
He has an awkward sort of existence for meeting strangers, though, and is used to charging
headfirst into a whimsical speech before them, carrying on without even noticing if they care
or not. And like someone with Aspherger's Syndrome, he would follow them if they hurried
away from him, not even noticing that they are trying to escape. He speaks, and only seems
to think along the lines of what excites him, not caring what excites others at all, although
what excites him is war. So he is heavily influenced in the ways of blood shed, gore, and
anatomical features of each animal he comes across. He must gain the knowledge one way or
another, and he's not shy of eve's dropping in on the most private of conversations to gain
something that might be unknown to him, but sounded interesting. If he's 'obsessed' with
something at the moment, he collects it, and he first managed to gain his parent's concern by
gathering the death, rotting, remains of bodies of animals in their cave. Although they tried to
curve him, punish him even, he remains who he is in the end. Although countless rejection
stories have made him somewhat cold towards meeting anyone new, if they can earn a spark,
they have his full attention. Although, don't expect him to remember anything about you that
doesn't fit his area of interest.
Age: 4 Years
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Virginity Status: Intact
Mother: Recluse
Father: Marcellus
Sisters: Rose, Tammy, Tamika, Tanya, Rincheta, Roxies
Brothers: Math, Realks, Richius, Maxieus. Snurr
Aunts: Jaen Jules Carole Samanth
Uncles: Roxonius Relmstaer Ruze
Grandparents: Sarlieus Markeius Swonar Twiit
Close Friends: To Come C:
Enemies: Hopefully not to come, but will.
Lover(s):
Kids: None
Current Pride: Saboro [Soon]
Current Rank: None
Current Status: Rogue
Desired Status: High Class or Better
History: He actually has a normal history as far as most might be concern. Although, his parents were
always trying to teach him things that just didn't seem to work with him, such as curving his
interest in 'dead bodies' and even trying to cause him to branch out and look at the world, and
its vast majority of options openly. Although he was what you would call an obedient child for
the most part, nevertheless there were certain things that could not be curved even with
punishments. Once, he did think that maybe they were deformities, but for the most part he
didn't take much heed besides try and obey them. Caring as they were, he had it pretty easy all
things considered. Although his life as a rogue only continued his advanced interest in war, and
he loves to watch others battle from the sidelines. Joining in a huge war might be heaven to him,
he always likes to think it will, but he has yet to have this happen to know.
Profile Credits: Me
Photography Credits: Toaster
Character Credits: Me
Photography In Action: Reference Tool