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Name: Gallen Alexander Marcuss
nick Name: Fireboomer Marcuss, Leprechaun
DoA: June 12, 1984
Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland
Age: 22
Nationality: Irish American
Location: New York City
Occupation: Junior in College studying communication
Height: 5' 0
Weight: 130 pounds
Hair: strawberry blond and always spiked up in front
Eyes: green
Build: medium, has a slight build
Skin: pale

Intro and History:
Ever had one of those days where everything prior to that day, like that crappy date with your friend’s sister seemed so insignificant. Yeah, well today is one those days. How could I be so reckless? Well I guess the best place to start is from the beginning.

I guess first thing is first, the name’s Gallen Alexander Marcuss. I am 22 years old and was born in Dublin, Ireland on June 12, 1984. At the age of Five I moved with my parents to Hong Kong where I lived for ten years. My Parents were archeologist with Oxford there field was in studying ancient china. I never paid much attention to what exactly they studied, I just remember how much they were away. My early years of living in Hong Kong was taken up by privet tutors and studying martial arts along with 6 am Tai Chi. My skills in Chinese were ok, and I had a couple friends form the neighborhood I played with. When my folks where around we go see the cultural and touristy parts of the city, shop in the market place, and even see the latest Jackie Chan or American film.

When I got older I began to learn how to play mahjong with one my friends who grandmother taught him. I was not that great at the game, but did find it fun. I remember My first Chow Young Fat film, Hard Boiled and when My folks bought me my first Nintendo. My friends and I would buy bootleg games from some of the shadier shops in the shopping centers. Over all life was great.

Then two months after I turned 15, my folks were invited into a private archeological dig that was based on studying the origins to this Chinese legend, “The Legend of The Monkey King”. It is a really neat story, my mom used to tell it to me along with other myths and legends when I was little, right before I went to sleep at night. Sadly, because the dig was a private one, I could not come along. Also because Hong Kong was returning back under Chinese control my parents felt it was better that I was sent to America to live with my older sister, who had started to work for this lab company, Feral Labs.

So on September 12, 1998 I moved to New York City in America and begun my life with my sister. Life in New York and America was not bad. New York was definitely nothing like Hong Kong. Though like some parts of Hong Kong, the people in New York were pretty snooty and self absorbed, but in time I became accustomed to it. What helped was entering into high school.

High school was an interesting experience, especially since I had been taught by tutors while I was with my folks. Every thing was so organized and structured…well more or less. There I made some friends, and was introduced to what would become my love and choice of carrier, radio and communication. Before this I remember my interest in radio and saw it as a way to voice my feelings and opinions of the world. I also remember how people did not respect radio in Hong Kong and how I knew if I ever did radio I could make it better and respectable.

My chance to finally discover that I truly was meant to study communications and radio was thanks to a dear friend, Jacob. We met in homeroom. Jacob was your average geek, but a real nice guy. With in the first month of entering into the high school, Jacob had learned everything about me and my parent’s background. He started to question me on their work and soon we became friends. Though he liked communication, he was a huge nut for mythology and archeology. To this day I still do not know how he found out so much on me, but either way we became great friends. He got me involved in the school’s local radio and broadcasting club, and even taught me basic hacking. He also introduced me to American comics, and helped get me hooked on the Batman comics. While in return I told him about my parent’s jobs and some of the adventures I had had while I was with them.

Then came a day I wish I could forget... it was that Hollywood-like sad day. The type Akira Kurosawa uses in his films to foreshadow a sad outcome or the type that hit you in the Gut like in some of John Wu’s early films. The sky was gray and it had been raining since the previous afternoon. That morning seemed like a normal day, side from the s**t weather, when my sister walked into our kitchen with this glum look on her face. Her eyes were red and swollen with tears. She looked at me and I watched as the tears swelled up again and ran down her cheeks. It took me thirty minutes to calm her down so I could find out what was wrong. Though in my gut I think I already knew, and dreaded it. I prayed it was not true, just a silly feeling. But that was soon not the case, as my sister mouthed the words that our parents were dead.

It happened two days earlier, and word had not gotten back to civilization, causing the delay in us getting the information. What had occurred was that our parents were with two other expedition groups. They all had their own jeep. But…my parents jeep…well.. they lost control of it and it crashed. The jeep flipped. They did not tell us anything more, except that our parents died instantaneously. We were alone.

Two weeks after we had received the call, the bodies of our parents had finally made it through customs and were back in Ireland. My sister and I flew over to be with our grandparents who comforted us while we where there for the funeral. I remember that I cried myself to sleep each night, though I tried not to show the pain I felt in public. I had to be strong for my sister, who was having more trouble holding in her emotions.

As soon as the funeral was over, questions arose on who would become my guardian, I was now 16 and had two more years before I was legally an adult by American standards and a year by UK standards. Either way, my grandparents and sister discussed this issue in great length for the remainder of the week we were with them. In the end my sister persuaded them to let me stay with her as our parents had arranged it. This she said would allow me to finish school, and once I was of age I could choose to stay in the US or return to Ireland with our grandparents.

So back to the US we went. And back to school I went. The following weeks were hell, trying to deal with my parents’ death and the pile of homework that my teachers had gathered up for me. By the time Christmas break had come and gone I was ready for summer.

That summer and the following year went by uneventfully and finally another summer came and I was a senior in high school. The year once more went by quickly with all the glory American seniors get, and by winter holiday my sister started to discuss with me about a job opportunity her company had offered her. It was some research position in Florida, which they wanted her to head. I was happy for her, because it meant one of her life goals had finally been reached and soon she might be famous, especially with a company like Feral Labs backing her.

That spring I graduated from high school and two weeks later I said goodbye to my sister as she boarded the plane to Florida and her new job. That summer I worked odd jobs so I could make up some fun money. My sister had arranged to pay for the apartment and for my schooling at NYU. Unlike her, I was going to a state university, I was sure my parents where rolling in there graves. But I wanted to continue my studies in communication and maybe make it into broadcasting. During the summer I also got a tattoo on my shoulder blade. It was of the Celtic Family Knot, in honor of my parents. I never told my sister that I used some of the money she sent me for it, but I still wonder what the look on her face would have been like.

That winter I began my college career; sadly my best friend Jacob did not come to NYU. But we kept in touch for a few months before he fell of the face the planet. I still wonder what he is doing. Anyway, the first two semesters went well, my sister sent word to me about how great her job was and promised to come visit in June to see me for my birthday.

June soon came, and my 19th birthday, but no word from my sister. Two months before the letters she sent me abruptly stopped, at the time I figured it was because she was busy with her research. Then came my Birthday and no word, not even a call from her making up an excuses for not making it. I soon took up another summer Job at the local Boarder’s and the month passed. Still no word. I was starting to worry. Countless nights I would wake from nightmares of her dieing, or being in trouble. Each one more vivid and scary, I feared loosing her too, being all alone.

Finally July begun and I started to make calls to the Local branch of Feral. After Numerous times being put on hold, I finally got through to some one in Human rescores only to be told my sister never worked for Feral. This had to be wrong I said, and soon I started to call the Florida branch, again I got the same answer. What the hell was going on. The checks that where went to me where from Feral, yet they knew nothing about her? Finally, after some heavy research, I located the number to Ferals main headquarters and begun to bug them. Still I got eth same answer. But I was not satisfied; I started to send letters to all their officials. I made calls to others. Soon they stopped taking my calls. I also received letters threatening to take action if I continued to harass them. Yet that did not stop me, something was wrong. My sister was working for them, so why did they all claim she did not.

School finally began again and with the new semester I planed to use what I had learned and the schools equipment to get to the bottom of what Feral was hiding about my sister. That semester on my free time I worked diligently on tapping Feral’s phone lines and cutting through there radio waves. I went to their local labs and their New York headquarters at night and taped their wire with hard wear from the college. When in school I monitored there lines, explain to fellow students and teachers it was an experimental project. I tried to only work on it when the lab was empty, usually late at night before the school closed. But still nothing. I used different phone lines and aliases seeing if I could scare them into telling me what occurred with my sister and where she was. Still nothing. Finally I grew impatient and went to trying what my old friend Jacob taught me in high school. I tired to hack Feral’s database and get into there employ files.

This was a big mistake. With in the first 30 minuets I tripped off security firewalls and alerted there server that someone was trying to hack there system. I quickly shut down the computer and hoped they did not figure out it was coming form eth college, but I was wrong. With in a week feral had it’s lawyers and the police investigating our school and our department. In time, they dwindled down their suspects to me, and form there all hell broke lose. I, being an honest guy told them it was me and explained why. But it was not good enough. By the following week I had been expelled form eth college and blacklisted with in the radio communications community. My chance to be in radio was ruined.

Two more weeks passed as I worked part time between Boarders and a local grocery store, trying to make ends meet. The following Monday I received a letter form feral Labs. I rolled my eyes, wondering what next. As I opened and read the letter, I discovered that the heads of Feral got wind of what occurred and were sorry for the damages done to my character. As I continued to read they told me that their was a mix up in the records and that my sisters files had been misplaced. They continued by saying she was working on an important project for them which prevented her from visiting or having communication with anyone outside. But because of the inconvenience, they wanted to file me to Florida and take me by chopper to meet with her at there companies resort island for a week vacation while they cleared up the misunderstanding and help re- enrolled me in the college of my choice. It was too good to be true. Along with eth letter where plain tickets and a authorization badge. I was to leave that Wednesday to head to Florida and meet up with there private chopper that would take me to the island. I was finally going to see my sister again.


THE TRUTH
Feral being afraid that Gallen, through his taping and hacking may have seen or learned too much. Afraid that he might have seen secret data or anything else that could harm there rep put their projects in jeopardy, they arranged to have Gallen transported out of public, by offering him a trip to one of there privet resort areas to see his sister. What happened after obtaining Gallen was up to higher ups in direct contact with Moreau himself.

To prevent suspicions Feral would close up Gallen’s jobs in New York and transport his stuff to the island, claiming to the apartment that he had taken up residents in Florida with his sister, who he had just found.



Personalite:
Gallen is a good natured young man with a passion to do what is right and to help others. He enjoys being around others and never shies away from any sort of gathering. Though he usually is very friendly, at times he has a short temper, but usually tries to suppress it. Usually it takes allot to get on his bad side, but once there, there is no redemption. He can hold a grudge like a cat. He can be quite loud and usually talks A LOT. Over all Gallen works to be the big brother type and will be the first to defend. He honors those who are his friends and usually it doesn’t take a lot to find yourself being referred to as one of his friends.

Appearances
Gallen is 5'0" tall with short strawberry blond hair that he spikes in the front. He has a medium build, which he keeps in shape through swimming and working out. His skin is pale due to his Irish blood and his attire usually consist of t-shirts or lose button up short sleeve dress shirt which he wears un-tucked with jeans. On occasion he will wear cargo pants or shorts, but not very often. His shoe of choice is blue chucks, reminiscent of the 80's. He usually walks amongst folks with his head held up high, with confidence in his bright green eyes.

The only distinguishing characteristics are two tattoo. One on his left shoulder blade which is in the design of the Celtic Knot for family. The Knot he had done after his parents had died, much to his older sisters dismay. Even though she disapproved of the marking, Gallen saw it as one way for him to honor his parents and to show others what truly matter to him in his heart.

Around his neck he wears his sisters locket which is shaped like and eagle holding the Celtic knot for family. This necklace is made of silver and is Gallen�s most prized possession.

Tattoos and Meanings


Celtic Family Circle



The symbol for family, seen as the most important part of Celtic culture. The family was the central government and power of the clan. In it the husband and wife were seen as equals dominating their own domain while the child was the most cherished. Here elderly were respected and there will law. The Youth were aloud to be free spirited but expected to obey the rules of the clan. All members where expected to fulfill their role for the greater good and well being of the family.

The top two rings of the knot represent the equality of the husband and wife, while the lower ring represent the child. The top two rings over the lower ring symbolizes the responsibility of the parents over the child.

What's in a Name?

Gallen's name comes from the Greek physician Galen who is linked to being the inventor of many the surgical tools we use today. He lived from 129-200 AD and his methods where used across Europe for over a thousand years. He began his carrier in medicine after his father’s death in 148 AD and soon was a physician for the gladiatorial competitions. During this time he gained knowledge on how to treat with trauma injuries, It is at this same time he came to the realization that "wounds where a window into the human body."
In 162 Galen moved to Rome and began his practice, writing books and giving public demonstrations of his knowledge of the human anatomy. Due to his great skill he gained clients form all over the Roman Empire. One of them was the Emperor Marcus Aurelius, which lead Galen to become the court physician. For eth rest of his life he lived in the court, writing research and experimenting on animals to learn the functions of the Kidneys and spinal cord.

Galen is traditionally believed to have died in the year 200 AD, but this is debated and it is believed his true date of death was 216.

Among his work he studied, broken bones, the heart, and the brain

Gallen’s parents both professors felt that their son, would be named after one of the greatest. Can we say they where trying to hint to him what his future should be? rolleyes

For more info on Galen and where I gained this wonderful knowledge check out:
Galen-Wikipedia

Skills
Drawing
swimming
language:
Chinese: Gallen is semi fluent in, due to living in Hong Kong with his Parents between the ages of 5 to 15. he has become rusty at it while living in America, but still can catch phrases and conversations.
Martial Art
Writing
Voice work
Broadcasting
Computer broadcasting
Biking
Knowledge
Wiring
Welding- used for wiring and building small radio or speaker box
general electronics- special anything dealing in sound

Spending Money

Defects

Short Tempered
Short-and hates it
Loud
ADD- Attention Deficit Disorder
Curious
Cluts
Has an ego
Talks too much
Geeky
Excitable
Conspiracy Theorist

Hobbies and interest:

Card games/poker
Gaming
Computer games
Samurai Films: "Akira Kurosawa is the man!!!!"
Comic books: Introduced to him when he entered into high school by his friend Jacob, Gallen fell in love with eth super hero comics and is a big Fan of Batman.
Drawing
Swimming
Bike riding
Reading books: Loves: A Clockwork Orange, The Women in the Dunes, Dune, Lord of The Rings, Tale of the Hike, Alice in Wonderland, Wheel of Time and has a soft spot for Harry Potter
Helping others
Electronics
Tinkering
Studying history
Listening to good music: Rock, Classical, Jazz, foriegn music
Oni
Sci-fi
Cyborgs/Robots and stories about them
Old movies: Laurence of Arabia ROCKS
Celtic Myth
Chinese Myth
Chinese Philosophy- Confucius and Lao Tzu
Conspiracies

Likes:
People
Cats
Water
Oni
Good Music
Batman
Nature
Forest
Trees
Ireland
China

hates:
Jerks
Ignorant people
People who don't listen to him
People who call him short or tell him he is short
Spiders
Fearl labs


favorit songs and artist
Alice Cooper-Side Show
Alice Cooper-Might as Well be on Mars
The Hand that Feeds- NIN
Cells- The Servant
Anything by U2- loves Hold Me, Thirll Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me! from Batman Forever
Sausa Music
bag pippe and celtic folk songs
Irish Bar song
Info High-Yoko Kanno
X-Japan Celibration
ROCK ME Bubbelgum Crisis
Wind- Naruto

Possessions he has and will have when he is taken to island

Iteams sent to island, after Feral moves Gallen's stuff out

Clothes
-shirt
- pants
-shoes
-sandels
His collection of books
Comic book collection
DVD/video collection
Sterio
CDs
I-pod
Kendo gear
Some posters
Photo of his family and on of his sister and him
Poker cards
GBA w/ some games
Laptop
Guitar
Medium size box with two switchblade knives- one is his dad’s

On him

T-shirt
Cargo pants-green
Blue chucks
His Celtic medallion
Pocket watch
Wallet
Pocket knife
Sunglasses

Pets

1 orange tabby cat named Drake



Theme song:

What If by CREED
Don't Stop Danceing by CREED

How you get to the island

Feral being afraid that Gallen, through his taping and hacking may have seen or learned too much. Afraid that he might have seen secret data or anything else that could harm there rep put their projects in jeopardy, they arranged to have Gallen transported out of public, by offering him a trip to one of there privet resort areas to see his sister. What happened after obtaining Gallen was up to higher ups in direct contact with Moreau himself.

To prevent suspicions Feral would close up Gallen’s jobs in New York and transport his stuff to the island, claiming to the apartment that he had taken up residents in Florida with his sister, who he had just found.

DUE TO CHANGES IN HISTORY, THESE EVENTS NEVER OCCURED




Gallen met Marshall at a comic convention a year back. He has learned about Marshals problems with Cartoon Channel and tries to help him out with amending this problem.

Gabriel:
A fired from the net. Kid lives some where in Spain, not sure. He seems cool, I feel bad for how he has t deal with his da. I offered him a chance to get away and come here t hang with the band and I, but he seem really paranoid. I guess I would be too if someone I do not know very well offered me that. Well we chat about life, my sister and his da. Man guy sounds like a jerk. We also chat about books. he has read a lot!!!

Derek Robenson:
Gallen met Derek while visiting another of his haunts the Empire State building observatory. He found the young man interesting at first glance noticing his style of dress, specially the fact he was wearing only socks and no shoes. The two talked for a while on the Tower, mostly Gallen, about the evils of Feral Labs and the wonders of New York, till Gallen offered the young man dinner. Gallens alterior motives for this was his want to help the boy get over his insecure attitude, which he noticed through out there conversation. Though Gallen has no idea of Derek true identity, nor does he seem to care, so far he likes Derek, though his bodyguard could be nicer. GONE FROM RP, BUT NEVER FORGOTEN

Jessica_Arinare
Gallen helped Jess and her friends, after they had been attacked in an ally. He offered them a place to stay for the rest the night at his job. Jess seems like a nice girl and she loves animals. Too bad she eats meat. Still she is kind of cute.

Howie Carmichael
Jess's friend who was mugged and beaten up. I really do not know the guy well, but he seems like bad news. But I won�t judge him right away. Besides I doubt he is that bed, I mean look how pathetic he is when he sleeps.
(OOC: Howie's player I am just doing that in character, I think your character is great and soon Gallen will too.)

Characters met in mock RPs in Non cannon on the island-i.e. these events have not officially happened.

Duke
*sigh* a very insecure guy, something really bad must have happened to him in the past. It is my duty to help this guy loosen up and see the happier side. He thinks I am crazy, maybe he is right. But he is a good person I can feel it.

Cody
My lil'l bro. poor kid has MS and misses his folks. All I can do is be a big brother to him. Wish he was my real lil�l bro and could have had my sis as a big sister. But man would she want to sting him up with all the pranks he pulls.

No longer in use

Animle Choices

A small cat with small brown spots and stripes irregularly shaped and lined with black, covering a yellowish background. This cat is commonly found in parts of North America, Central America, and South America. Part of the Leapordous family and related to the margay and tiger cats.

The Ocelot usually hunts at night and feeds on small rodents, rabbits, and lizards. It is also not uncommon to find a male and female sharing the same hunting grounds.
The Ocelot is also good swim, which allows it to be able to on occasion have fish in its diet. While not being such a good climber, it does pray on birds and can be found sleeping in low tree branches. Due to population and pouching the ocelot has almost vanished from North America.

The Life span of an ocelot is 8 to 11 years and its body length is from 550-1000 mm. It usually weighs about 9-14 kg.

Why an Ocelot?
Gallen�s sister when she worked for Feral and she may still be, ( that is up to GMs) loved the Ocelot and other types of felines. On a surprise trip to inspect a new batch of chemicals about to be shipped to the island Moreau met heather. He found the young women intriguing and also another worthy equal to his grand intellect. He tried to ask her to a privet dinner with him a few times, only to have her stand him up, due to not finding the red head ego maniac attractive or kind. So what better gift to give her, then her own dear little brother as an antro ocelot for her to love and cherish.

Advantage

Well he likes to swim, has a love for cats, and climbs trees but not that well. Though the change would horrify him at first he would try to find the bright side and use this opportunity to have revenge on Maroue for what he did to his family. Overall Gallen probably will except this new life and find being a feline more interesting then a human. Finally he can be back with the forest and nature he so much longed for while in the city, still being able to help others on the island.

Disadvantages:

1st Gallen is no longer a human, he is an anthromorphic Ocelot and thus could never return to the human world.
2nd which is far greater: Gallen is a vegetarian. Ss he becomes an ocelot he will find himself craving and needing to eat meat, this will defiantly horrify him and cause a lot of internal conflict with his beliefs.
3rd he still stays short, Gallen is already short, as an ocelot not much will change in height.
4th Gallen will be even worse at climbing trees, and be more nocturnal
5th which he will have to work at to fix: Have you ever heard a cat sing, Galen likes to sing, suddenly he is a feline this may cause some problems with his vocal cords
6th: I have fur!!!! yep and that means more of a pain to clean up after when he works on his art. awww messy kitty.....and paw prints through the...house..... *sigh*

And finally!!!!
The island has a lot of cats it seems, and though Gallen tries to get along with everyone some of his base feline instincts will start to kick in and make him more of a loner and edgy, especially around other felines.


Extra:
The tattos Gallen has on his two shoulder blades some how incorporate their design into his fur when grows it those two areas when he becomes and anthro ocelot.

The ocelot:
A Kitty

a rough idea of his anthro form:
Ocelot boy-by Frank Gembeck Jr.

Ocelot kitty fish: a combo

Same idea as ocelot, but we add some fish DNA in and give gallen webbing between his paw toes and paw fingers, amphibious.

rough pic idea by Brivan

gallen leans back in his Chair in the radio studio, a few hours till the show starts. He closes his eyes to take a nap, his i-pod blairing A J-pop mix in his ears. As the music plays Gallen decides not to nap and reaches over to his back pack, pulling out his hard back copy of DUNE and starts to read it agian.

"Don't see what's so boreing about this book."

*Night*

Gallen twisted and turned as he tried to sleep. His dreams disturbed by images of things that to him did not make scenes. A Jungle, his sister, a man in a lab coat, people in pain.

As he rolled over he was haunted by a few vague images, a cat boy who talked in riddles, a girl who had been dismissed from her carrier, BLOOD.

Gallen awoke as the rain fell outside his apartment; it was 7:00 am in two hours he have to be up and at work. Damn he hated the rain, especially in the city. As he got out of bed, he shivered as once more his mind rushed through the images he had just dreamt, then they where gone.

Poems and Writings

Oh red Warrior
Guardian of the gate
I seek your wisdom
In this dark place
Enemy of the wicked
Friend of the righteous

How do you still fight?
When you are mocked and shunned
What is your secret?
I need to know
For I am losing hope
In all I fight for

-Gallen Storm/Gallen Alexander Marcuss

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