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                                        █ █ B A S I C S

                                              █ NAME ▬ Mars Evans.
                                              █ AGE ▬ 19.
                                              █ NICKNAME ▬ Mars Bar (like the chocolate bar), Evie, Mev.
                                              █ GENDER ▬ Male.
                                              █ RACE ▬ Fairy.
                                              █ ORIENTATION ▬ Bisexual.
                                              █ OCCUPATION ▬ Bartender at a night bar
                                              █ PARTNER ▬ Single.
                                              █ MASTER ▬ None.

                                        █ █ A P P E A R A N C E

                                              █ HAIR ▬ White/Silver.
                                              █ EYES ▬ Gold.
                                              █ BUILD ▬ Frail and soft, 5'4", slight, very faint muscle definition in the arms from bartending (having to sometimes lift heavy packages).
                                              █ TATTOOS ▬ The planet mars on the back of his neck, in color.
                                              █ SCARS ▬ The remnants of a deep gash over his hip bone.
                                              █ BIRTHMARKS ▬ None.

                                        █ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
                                        █ █ H I S T O R Y

                                              █ BACKGROUND

                                              Quite honestly, know the right people and you may know more about Mars than Mars himself. You see, this story gets a bit complicated and for some parts our Mars is completely in the dark. Born the son of two interesting fairies; one who manipulation came more naturally than words and another who simply loved the ways of the natural world and would help it at any cost. When you mix two hard headed beings together something is bound to awry. Oh, did you think I meant between the two? Don't be so naïve. The moment parent one and parent two locked eyes with one another they were inseparable. Nothing would tear them apart, a promise they agreed they'd never break no matter the circumstances.

                                              Mars Evans was left at a fire station, lovingly and noticeably carefully wrapped in an olive green blanket, putting the delicate nature of cotton to shame. Exactly at 11:11PM the small sprite was admitted to the hospital, the stench of a creature's insides still painted over the newborn. Though new to the world the boy never cried, golden eyes wide open, staring into the strange world before him. Ten fingers, ten toes, no missing organs, though his blood lacked iron; what humans categorize as anemia, in short. No note was left, no name, only the warmth of a mother's womb. Mars' parents did not lack love nor compassion, in fact they were over capacity. Infatuation ensued, but not towards their son, merely only to themselves. Its not that they didn't love the life they created, they simply weren't ready to sacrifice their world, the world in which they only existed. Oh how he loved her glow, how the sun beams danced across her enlarged belly and swollen fingers. He questioned committing the same error twice if only to experience that glow again. Who knows, maybe he did.

                                              With snow white hair and eyes like the gates of heaven it didn't take long for the pale fairy to be adopted, thus being granted with his new name, the only name he's ever known; Mars Evans. A single mother took him in as a foster child at four months old. Although she was human she wasn't shy towards the other races. Her first child and her only biological child is a human like herself, her second child and first adopted child an abandoned nymph. It was a struggle understanding kids who were unlike herself, but saying she tried would be an understatement. As we all know people can try as hard as they want, but those efforts may never reach the person you want it to reach.

                                              As a child Mars was heavenly. Wet eyes did not plague him like they plagued his siblings. In fact, if there were to be a wet eye in the house the young fairy would simply put a magical show on in the livingroom. The story lit up with fairy dust, brazen with imaginative characters he knew his brother and sister would enjoy. He was there to take care of them, despite being the youngest of them all. It was like that for years. The older two would bicker and in comes Captain Mars to save the day. We all know where things like this end up though, right? As people grow older they try to shed "childish" things they once found pleasure in. By no fault of their own, for the most part, as society kind of molds us in some shape or form no matter how much we dislike it. It happened to the kids at school, it happened to Mars' siblings. Artemis, the human, the eldest of the three, was the first one to retreat from the trio. Warm sun beams danced across the hardwood floor, kissing the leaves of the plants that hung from various parts of the ceiling and walls, finding home within Mars' golden eyes as he let his fairy dust dance around the room. It was beautiful to him, letting his own dust dance with the dust that got caught in the sun's light. The simplest things are what makes him smile, but Artemis had a tough time at school that afternoon, so when her temporary dark world came into contact with Mars' light she shouted at him, said it was childish, said he needed real friends. He tried not to let it get to him, oh how he tried to brush it off as angst, but it was hard to do so when people you looked up to stare at you with eyes that said, "I wish you'd just go away."

                                              The same happened with his older brother, Ezra. Though it was later in their lives, just around the time Mars' turned fourteen. Older but equally as sensitive, if not more. It was as explosive as you could imagine when two boys fight. Ezra was distant, fidgeting, never said a word during mandatory dinner and never made eye contact. It was strange, while everyone had their days, Ezra never had this kind of day. It was only after dinner that Mars said anything to him. Mars would have never guessed that his constant concern, displayed through a series of rather ramble-y questions, would be met with nothing but a fist to the jaw. A bruise almost immediately made it's way to the surface of his skin, hand over the darkened spot, eyes wide in disbelief. Mars intended to retaliate with words but all he receives was another blow, this one to his nose. Broken, of course. Pains of all sorts came over him; physical, mental, spiritual. His own family had turned on him for reasons he didn't understand, reasons he hadn't known. Little did he know his older siblings withheld consequences solely for Mars Evans being alive. Its said that not much hurts more than a broken heart, the brawl between Ezra and Mars Evans is proof of it.

                                              Oh, and mom? Don't think I've forgotten about her. Each of the Evans had a role in Mars flee, even Mars himself. Later on in the fourteenth year Mars acquired a job at a public library. He'd help the old women who were too tired from nearly a decade of punching in for the same shifts, never leaded a ladder to help whomever needed anything from the highest of shelves. A quiet place where no one minded the dances lights of fairy dust that followed him. All was well and if things went right, if the train didn't derail, Mars would have enough money saved by the time he was eighteen to move on from the Evans household. A decision that was hard to come to, but one he didn't fall upon on his own. Mother Evans, the woman he owes his life to, got the same kind of treatment. It's easy to hide a nymph's true identity as long as they don't change in front of anyone who's not aware of who they are. But there was no one to teach Mars about himself, no one to truly teach him the histories of his kind. He'd accidentally glue a textbook shut if he wasn't careful with his dust, leave a heavy residue on the bodies and clothes of people his hands came into contact with. His own mother ridiculed for having a fairy son, one whom she'd chosen herself. After time she agreed with the two older children, tired of the humiliation. Humiliated enough to shed the alleged love she had for her youngest son.

                                              It fell apart. As all juvenile plans do. Mars made it till the age of eighteen in the library, enough saved to get by for quite some times, never having spent the money he earned. It all fell apart when the library shut down and relocated, when Mars asked about employment at the new locations he got a simple "we'll be in touch," and as we all know how that goes, no one ever got back to our Mars.

                                              Mars Evans, the slave, was born. Unlike his time as an infant, no one picked him up. One look at his headshot and they'd flip to the next page like his was infected. Maybe it wasn't because he was fairy, maybe he looked too eccentric. He's thought about dying his hair, but something about that seemed wrong to him. Still our Mars waits for the day his phone is blessed with that call. Checking every notification the vibration of his phone tells him about, even when working at his newest job; a quaint night bar you had to know of to get in. He'll never fully understand how of all places to call him back it was the sketchy bar you had to be even half of somebody to able to be let it. If you're lucky enough to know about it.

                                              █ ABILITIES

                                              ▬ FLIGHT
                                              Very self explanatory. Mars has wings as white as his hair with the smallest specs of gold dust that sprout from his upper shoulder blades. Can fly for a mediate amount of time before tiring out.

                                              ▬ FAIRY DUST MANIPULATION*
                                              █ PT 1: Mars can manipulate his dust to a degree. By smearing his dust onto objects he has the ability to reinforce the object's strength, deeming it nearly indestructible so long as his dust is on it. May lord protect the poor b*****d Mars throws a fairy dusted brick at. An example of this would be Mars taking his quirky little tie off, smearing fairy dust all over it, and using it as a whip.
                                              █ PT 2: Though its not his strongest ability, and the duration in which is lasts is not very long, by sprinkling small amounts of fairy dust on objects (like knives or even chess pieces) he can control where they go, how fast and how hard they land. This takes a lot of thought, concentration and analyzing. As the effect doesn't last long Mars must be sure of where the object he's enchanted is going and why. Without such insight the ability is null.

                                              █ EXTRA

                                              While Mars is surrounded by gang activity he turns a blind eye, knowing its better to just mind his business than get mixed up in it all. The bar he works at serves people affiliated with the Ghost gang, of course Mars himself is unaware of the fact. He's aware and knowledgable on the gangs that pretty much run the city, he simply chooses to try and stay away from it if possible. Like in the anime the faceclaim is from Mars carries around a red umbrella, may or may not use as a weapon/combine with his abilities.