Marcus Ω Chauffred
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∞ Name: Marcus Chauffred
Θ Nickname:
Mαrk
⌂ Gender:
Mαle ♂
Θ Height:
6 ' 2
⌂ Age:
23
Θ Birthday:
August 10
⌂ Theme Song:
Iron - Woodkid
Θ Battle Theme:
Beni Soubi - Takanashi Yasuharu
Ω Background Story:
Θ Marcus' earliest memories are the poor and dark of the underground passages of the streets.
He has no memory of family, warmth, or kindness in his childhood. Instead, the stolen goods and failed attempts on his life are all the kinship he has ever craved. Kept alive only by his sharp wits and thievery, Mark managed out a living in the seedy underbelly of the streets he inhabited. Θ Marcus was on the ground, his face pressed to the dirt-ridden cracks between black cobblestones. The world came into focus around him one piece at a time--first the stench of sewage, then the muffled cries of "stop, thief," and finally the walls of the dead-end alleyway, its corners piled high with reeking decay.
Θ Marcus rolled onto his hands and knees. His arms and legs, gangly and darkened with dirt, stung and bled from fresh scrapes. The cries grew closer, coming for him. "Find τhαt boy!" Marcus glanced about, quelling his panic. His eyes fell on what appeared to be a rotten plank of wood, half-covered in garbage and waste, in the shadowed corner of the alley. With what quickness he could muster, Mark scurried towards it, grabbing the rotten plank and tugging it aside.
Beneath it, a small opening led under the alley wall and deep into the darkness. In a swift and painful motion, Marcus twisted to drop himself down into the opening and slid the plank back into place.Θ He pressed his back to a muddy dirt wall as the muted sounds of confusion came from outside his hiding place. He remained perfectly still until his pursuers dispersed, their footsteps retreating and grumbled voices fading. Marcus tried to catch his breath. The wet air he gasped into his lungs reeked of rats and sewage. As the rush of adrenaline left him, he found himself stricken instead by the dull pain of hunger. Marcus waited until all seemed clear when he finally headed out when he stumbled across [no name] ([no name] is the nickname I am giving this character at the moment to remove any specifications.)
Θ [no name] and Marcus lived together, if you consider that living, and managed to get along fine. After a couple of years the both of them actually fell in love. At the age of 16, Marcus and [no name] were to meet at a certain location. After hours of waiting, Marcus felt worried and searched the streets. Upon reaching the city's church, he saw a small group huddled around the church's steps. Marcus bypassed the crowd to find [no name] laying on the ground gasping for breath as [no name] was covered in blood.
Marcus rushed towards [no name] as he held [no name] in his arms as he began to tear. He heard the whispers of those staring at them, but he tried his best to ignore the sting of their words."Whð did this τo yσu?! Who¿!" asked Mark. [no name] stared at Marcus' eyes with a smile and with all the might [no name] could muster [no name] gently kissed Marcus as the breath of life left [no name]'s body.Θ 2 years had passed and Marcus gave up the life of a thief and began working odd jobs and begging for any sort of income. One day a stranger had come up to him as he sat on the floor with an empty hat in front of him. The stranger placed a dollar into the leather hat. Marcus looked up and saw the man in an army uniform. The Stranger asked Marcus to stand up and held out his hand as he offered a position in the army for Mark. Mark hesitated, but in the end he could not refuse something that would help him move forward in life. The stranger was the General of the army and had taught and trained Mark to what he is today...
Likes:
≈ Animals (Mostly dogs)
≈ Kids
≈ Water
Disikes:
φ Violεnce
φ Being αlone
φ Nσnstαlgia
≈ Animals (Mostly dogs)
≈ Kids
≈ Water
Disikes:
φ Violεnce
φ Being αlone
φ Nσnstαlgia
Art by the lovely Sephiramy and Nishakay
