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☠Full Name: Marcus Aurelius Brutus McKnight
☠Nickname: Marc, Reli, Oreo(Flinch Only)
☠Gender: Male
☠Age: 18
☠Race: Caucasian
☠Orientation: Bisexual, sways more towards women though
☠Personality:
What can I say that hasn't already been said? I'm very calm boarding on the edge of emotionless much to others discomfort as I'm not the talkative sort unless you get me talking about something I enjoy. Despite my calm collected composure I do have a playful side somewhere under all that level-headed nature which that side is rather, well, mischievous. That side is hard to invoke at times as when my trust is not with you then I will barely crack a smile nonetheless invoke a playful response to anything you may say. Though I must say I do not take kindly on to people who cross or lie to me because well it is just not a wise thing to do mostly if you like having my trust. I do enjoy however catching people in their lies because then my anger is fresh though my anger is nothing compared to the more war-like members of the camp it still burns. After you have lost my trust it is nearly impossible to gain back and often results in me ignoring your very existence depending on how bad of a betrayal I feel that it is. Though my temper is a very hard thing to find at times even when the situation is dire and anger should be the response it will not rise from me in most situations I will always, or mostly, remain in my default setting on calm composure. I would not say I'm tactical I just know how to remain a few steps ahead of my enemies often using my skills to their extent. As I might not seem friendly I actually am very friendly towards others just have problems opening up to them when my trust isn't there as my trust is a huge thing in my book if its not there then where is it? This may be hard to imagine but I can be sarcastic and even close to compassionate when it comes to those I care about as not many campers know that I have the latter as I don't openly show it. It is that compassion that I have for my mother someone I would go to the Underworld and back for but she has done a lot for me in my life so why doesn't she deserve to see this side of me? Under all of this I am a cold, distant b*****d that just wants to do everything on his own without any help though that side of me is rarely apparent even when someone interrupts me while I'm working, which I must say it is hard to break that focus, it is not a safe thing to do regardless.
☠Quote: You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.
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☠Eyes: Electric Blue
☠Hair Length: Long golden blond hair that drops past his waist at times is usually seen up in a ponytail or braid rarely is it down
☠Height: 6'2"
☠Weight: 235
☠Marking(s):
I must say I'm not without my own scars may they be from childhood mishaps as I was a very clumsy child to the spar wounds and talon/beak scars from Aquila. On my right arm I have long talon scars from when Aquila landed and took off for the first time she was not the most gentle bird then I have light scars on my right ear as well from her nibbling moments. I have several small scars all over my legs, chest and arms from my childhood misadventures no one said living around scraps was safe. I have medium sized scars on my torso, face, and few on my neck from sparring not to mention two rather nasty looking ones on my upper arms I have to say I was not always perfect with Fury and her talon. Oh yeah that's right I have some tiny nicks on my shoulders in several places from Aquila deciding to land on me when either I'm shirtless or not prepared for her approach.
☠Body Type:
This is where I take a moment and try not to brag about myself which I must say is really hard. Going from the twig of a child I was to the six foot two muscular man I am today is kind of an epic feat even more so when I could barely walk from the cabins to the trees without tripping every half a foot. I am tall, limber, and thick shouldered from my time working on not only sword skills but the like as I was never one to relax the day away. I'm well proportioned with a long torso, medium length arm and legs that go together quite, well, effortlessly. My muscles are a lot more defined than they have been in the pervious years but I only assume that is because I won't be growing anymore than I have vertically so it seems muscle mass it the next thing to grow. I'm in no way flexible or very graceful but I make up for that with power and endurance I must say I am more of someone who can hit you hard and fast while not being afraid of getting that close to make a hit cause I can take some pretty nasty hits.
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☠Mortal Relations:
- Laura McKnight, Mother
☠Divine Parent:Hephaestus
☠Friends:
- Flinch, been that way since the first day he called me Oreo
- Aquila, She's kind of stuck with me darn bird
☠Enemies: None that I care to mention, most are in the ground
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☠Type of Weapon(s): War Hammer, Dagger
☠Weapon Name:Fury, Reliance
☠Weapon Appearance: Normally, Fury hangs off my left ear as an earring. Reliance is a simple ring on my right hand
☠How it was received:Fury was a gift from his father simple as that while he got Reliance from camp it was just a make sure kind of weapon so he could still defend himself if he found himself without Fury.
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☠ This is my story:
Born in Jacksonville, Florida to his mother who ,being a single struggling artist, lived in a trailer in the middle of a junk yard which is where she found her scraps to build her sculptures. He learned quickly once he was able to walk the joys of welding as he watched his mother for hours doing her work though he helped with his own jumbled worded advice they lived well. At one point in his life when he was about four or five he was running to show his mother his work that he had done though it was small he had still been able to craft something for her out of metal which he was very proud of himself for being able to do. While running towards her he tripped ,as he often did as he was and still is quite the clumsy child, and the moment his hands struck the ground a ripple coursed through the ground and his mother sculpture burst into flame. Watching his mother's work begin to melt and twist he burst into tears feeling that he was destroying his mother's work which when his mother spoke he blinked away his tears briefly and looked at the sculpture to see it had been shaped into something different by the flames though he did not understand where the flames came from he felt a surge of pride towards his mother's creation.
At the age of seven his mother took him to Greece to see the sights as if he would not be able to see these things when he was older but then he did not understand what was happening even when he began to have weird things happen around him as well as to him. Back then he did not understand he was a demigod or that the things he saw were real and trying to hurt him though luckily him and his mother seemed to make it through most of the bad things until he was ten when they somehow got separated after being chased some weird looking things he now knows as Harpies. It was after that when he was found by what looked to be Satyrs and taken into the camp where he has been for the last eight years which in the time he has made only one human friend which happened to be Flinch from the moment the red head called him Oreo there hasn't been much that can make them angry at each other. Aquila, on the other hand, after he found her during a storm and nursed her back to health the Harpy Eagle hasn't let his side though she did give him some interesting scars over the last few years that he's had her.
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☠Years At Camp: Eight
☠Personal Skills:
- Blacksmithing/welding
- Stone-masonry
☠Weaknesses:
- Walking without tripping, is working on it though not as noticeable nowadays
- He's not good with women, never has been but he tries
☠Likes:
- Fire/Volcanoes
- Metal
- The Forge
- Sunsets/rises
- The smell of leather
- A good day's work
☠Dislikes:
- Cold weather
- Ruined metal
- Being underestimated
- Pricks
- Complainers
☠Fears:
- Becoming Useless
- Losing comrades
☠Fatal Flaw:
He Trusts Very Easily
☠Other Information: Unbeknownst to him, He is currently living his second life as in made it to Elysium once before but was washed of his memories upon coming back.(Will be Edited after Claimed)
☠Theme Song(s):
- Live to Rise by Soundgarden
