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 Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 7:34 pm
Name: Marshal James Robert (Mars)
Age [appearance]: early 20's
Birthdate: November 4, 1926
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Appearance
Hair: Shaggy blonde hair, falling carelessly around his face.
Eyes: Bright green eyes, flecked with gold.
Frame: Not to built, not to squishy. That happy medium, infused with strength, but delightfully huggable.
Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: Two parallel scabs on his right shoulder, spaced roughly 2 inches apart.
Nose/eyebrow/lip/ears pierced.
A large American eagle is tattooed across his chest.
Personality: He appears to be carefree and lighthearted. Most of the time, he almost comes off as a total slut, but he has many uncharted depths to his personality that randomly show up in some situations. Despite how happy he appears (most of the time) he has a much darker side to him.
History: He joined the marines early in the veitnam war (1945), wanting to make something of his life. Coming from an ordinary family, Marshal saw the war as a way to make his family name meaningful.
Once he witnessed war, however, he knew he wasn't cut out for it. His once carefree self was quickly destroyed in the trenches, and his heart-formerly promised to a beautiful girl back home-steeled itself against everything.
In the hot summer of 1954, after finding himself in the French garrison of Dienbienphu with sever dehydration and several almost-life-threatening injuries, Mars learns that his last mission (The Americans were attempting to flush out Veitnamese forces laying, ready to ambush, nearby), was unsuccessful. Most of his commerades were killed, and the rest were dying. Found by the French on a regular scouting mission, he was now the sole survivor.
Shortly after the siege began, and aided by a force he couldn't never have understood, Marshal managed to sneak out of the walls of the fort, passed the Veitnamese forces, and into the brush. Feeling almost invincible in his stealth and luck, and with a new found sense of hope, Marshal never expected what came next.
When he awoke, only several minutes later, he found that his body felt weak, but he could smell....his own blood. Confused as he was, He quickly realized what had happened (aided by some ancient instictual knowledge that had been passed to him in the transformation). When he gathered himself up and saw the man crouching, half crazed, in the nearby brush, he knew that he had died--and been reborn.
Occupation/Job: Occasionally volunteers with Aries. Sometimes works an odd job at the nightclub, or bar, or...anywhere, really.
Interesting Facts / Quirks:
Hobby/Hobbies: Historical art. He loves it. And gardening.
Likes: Quiet, peace, snuggling.
Dislikes: Loud noises-especially if they resemble the sound of gunfire. Violence (but he will use it). Anything resembling war. French accents.
Strength: Physical strength. And, he's an emotional piller for others.
Weakness/Flaw: Like Aries, he can be very brooding. He can also panic if something reminds him too much of Veitnam. He tends not to think things through all the time, and rushes into things more than he should.
He's also plagued by nightmares, and occasionally wakes up nearly screaming, images of his dying friends blazed into his retinas.
Anything Else To Add: Never removes his dogtags.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 2:20 pm
Why does he hate french accents? gonk
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 11:21 pm
Quote: Found by the French on a regular scouting mission, he was now the sole survivor. They bother him. Make him think of his past... Plus, he just doesn't like them. Its one of those irrational things, like arachnophobia. Spiders are creepy, though...
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 10:21 am
what religion is he (if any)?
if he could be granted one wish, what would it be?
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