Post by Deleted on May 27, 2014 23:17:43 GMT -5
Marcus Dracule[/b]Name: Marcus Dracule
Alias: Marc, Drac, mainly Marc and Marc. Did I mention Marc?
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Region: Canalave City, Sinnoh
Class: Trainer
Occupation: Library aide for his parents
APPEARANCE
Description: Marc does everything in his power to look like an Average Joe in a crowd of people. The entire look that he has about him assures that he blends in with others. As a seventeen year old, Marc is a little tall and could use a few pounds. He stands at a perfect 6 ft and weighs in at 158 lbs. His dark blue hair is just shaggy enough to be a nuisance to his eyesight, so he fixes it so that it won't be in the way. One long strand of hair runs down between his eyes and the rest goes down either side of his head. His eyes area sort of blue hue that borders in between normal and dark. If you're lucky enough to catch a glimpse of a genuine smile from him, you could easily notice that his canine teeth are much sharper than a normal set. This is a genetic trait that is shared with his ear, but those are much less noticeable.
Regarding his build, Marc never really was the athletic type. Again, his height doesn't exactly match his weight. However, many jobs at his parent's library were physically strenuous, so he did gain some basic muscle definition through that. Yet still, he isn't exactly the model seventeen year old.
Now as for his clothing, Marc's normal outfit consists of a white dress shirt with a black, red, and white tie that is incorrectly done. Over that he wears a long black business jacket with a red insignia near hit heart. For pants and shoes, he wears black suit pants and black smart shoes. His outfit differs depending on if it gets extremely cold or extremely hot. For the winter, he ditches any sort of suit article for a scarlet t-shirt under a blue hoodie. Over all of that is a tan leather jacket that is designed specifically for warmth. He wears normal blue jeans and has tan boots for shoes. And to top it all off, he then puts on black fingerless gloves. In the summer, his outfit is basically his normal outfit without the jacket and with white sneakers.
Normal
Winter
Summer
PERSONALITY
Personality: Everybody who knows Marc realizes that he is far from being a monster. Of course to anybody that would notice him passing by on the street, they would think he's you're average trouble-maker. Admittedly, yes, he does have his moments where he can be a tad harsh to people who annoy him on a bad day. He also has a absolute hatred for malice that goes on in the world. People who know him would call it a vendetta, solely because he looses his mind when he witnesses mistreatment to people or pokemon first-hand. It doesn't really matter what situation he's in, he automatically takes action towards wrongdoing, either with strong words, or an all-out battle. Normally it ends up with the latter.
Marc tends to be on the friendly side to anyone he deems with good intentions and will be downright loyal to his true friends. He also doesn't mind working with others and traveling with them, as long as it is to accomplish a certain goal. But if there was really a choice, he would prefer to work alone, as he feels he can't work to his full potential when he must worry about the well-being of others. When in a group, he'll only offer up scraps of conversation, as he is naturally a quiet guy. Though it is possible that he has become a bit of an introvert, since he grew up in a rather closed environment without much interaction with others his age.
Growing up in the Canalave Library, not only was Marc able to interact with adults(per being in a mature environment), he stocked up on a large supply of knowledge. Being the only library in Sinnoh, of course it had many different material to read up on. He learned about the world outside of the world he lived, explored many different options about what to do with his life, and most importantly, he read every encyclopedia that told of nearly every common pokemon species. Using this knowledge in the field has certainly given him an edge while he travels. It also has him almost always looking at important situations analytically, which understandably makes some people annoyed.
Marc's extensive knowledge of pokemon has certainly given him an edge during his travels in Sinnoh. Having learned about nearly every pokemon, he knows what works on his enemies, what hurts his allies, and how to push into his opponent's weak spot. He integrates all of this knowledge into how he battles. Generally, during serious battles, Marc tends to be on the defensive until he can analyze his opponents movements. Once he has that figured out, he will do everything in his power to cripple and pick at his enemies weakness.
[li]Reading[/li]
[li]Quiet(not silence, but quiet)[/li]
[li]Discovery[/li]
[li]Accomplishment[/li]
[li]Medium-well steak[/li]
[li]Dark-type pokemon[/li]
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[li]Chaos[/li]
[li]Evil[/li]
[li]Loud people[/li]
[li]Supernatural theories[/li]
[li]Sour food[/li]
[li]Heights[/li]
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Ambitions: To work his way and become the Dark type gym leader in the Orre region. [/blockquote]
POKEMON
Pokedex Name: Sneasel
ALIAS: Zoro
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Keen Eye
MOVE SET: Icy Wind | Agility | Beat Up | Slash | *Reflect
Pokedex Name: Murkrow
ALIAS: Don
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Super Luck
MOVE SET: Faint Attack | Foul Play | Wing Attack | Assurance | *Toxic
* - TM/HM
HISTORY
History: Looking at the guy, you would figure that he has some sort of mysterious back story or a horrible upbringing. And most of the time, that's exactly what he wishes you would think. However, if you just asked him, he would say he was raised in a big town with a small and dreary life. Marc's childhood was rather simple, as he lived happily with his mother and father in Canalave City. His parents own Canalave Library, the only library in the city and the only one in the entire region. Around the tender age of seven, the library was a booming source of entertainment, as many people from around Sinnoh had visited it. Marc had always had a ball when so many different people came just for his parent's services.
At age ten, he began helping his parents in their endeavors to keep up the condition of the library. Of course, he had always helped out here and there for small tasks. As time went on, he was given more jobs, such as delivering certain books, collecting new shipments of novels, and lounging around reading each and every shelf. The last one was a personal and private practice, but an amusing one at that. Sure he would shirk his work everywaking hour, minute and secondnow and then, but it certainly paid off in the knowledge department. He learned about almost every single pokemon in Sinnoh and some in other regions. He especially learned about all of the fascinating myths pertaining to space, time and the creation of pokemon.
However, at the beginning of his teenage years, Marc realized what the writing on the wall said. The library was, of course, a non-profit business. Therefore it seemed as though the library wouldn't be around much longer without a consistent source of income. So in order to keep up the condition of the library, he told his parents that he would find a way to earn the family extra money through the means of raising and training pokemon, specifically by becoming a gym leader. Although his father was all for the idea of becoming a trainer(being one himself a while ago), his mother was reluctant with this proposal at first. His father was eventually able to reason with her, giving Marc the proper blessings for his journey.
By sixteen, Marcus was almost prepared to start his journey. Before going down this long and arduous road, his parents dipped into the family funds just enough to afford a few supplies, such as pokeballs and potions. Marc then departed for Route 218 to find a good pokemon to help him launch his career. However, on his way out of town, Marc had encountered a small squad of mysterious men and women with light blue mop-top haircuts. They were harassing an old man into preaching the name of an organization known as Team Galactic. They then proceeded to threaten him in to giving them all of his available money. All at once, the group sent out their respective pokemon in an attempt to further intimidate him.
Marc, who by the time their pokemon were sent out, was absolutely boiling with rage. He wanted to give the group a good thrashing, but was sure that he wouldn't stand a chance without a pokemon. Instinctively, he kicked up a rock into the air and caught it, already aiming at one of their heads. Before he could launch his only means of defense, a Murkrow landed on his head and distracted him away from throwing it. This Murkrow was not simply a wandering pokemon in Canalave, for it was the town's menace months before. According to witnesses, a flock of Murkrow migrating east had flown over the city at night. One pokemon became entranced with all of the bright city lights and simply abandoned the flock to stay there. That one pokemon was the same one pecking at Marc's head.
After a short argument, Murkrow agreed to help take down the thugs. Marc confronted the group with Murkrow and was successfully able to fend off four grunts. After the battles, the old man thanked Marc for getting the crooks away from him. He then complemented Marc on how well Murkrow and him worked together. The man then left the two and supposedly went back to Sandgem Town, where he claimed to have a laboratory that studied pokemon. After some conversation, Murkrow found one of Marc's pokeballs and tapped it with his beak, agreeing to travel with Marc.
Weeks passed since that busy day. Marc and Murkrow, now Don, grew stronger together. They traveled through numerous cities and met many new people. They even had a few encounters with the now notorious gang, Team Galactic. One day during their travels, they got lost near the northern part of the region. A few hours had passed since they had gotten lost and the snow limited their sense of sight. Every encounter with wild pokemon made Don weaker after every battle. To make matters worse, the final item that Marc had left in his bag was an old pokeball that he had bought at the beginning of his adventure. Just when all hope was lost, one final glimmer of hope appeared in front of the trainer.
A single Sneasel that had been watching the boy decided to appear to him and aid him. He motioned for Marc to follow. With no other options, he followed the Sneasel until he led him out of the snowstorm and to the front doors of a pokemon center. Marc was able to warm up and get immediate aid for Don. While he was getting healed, Marc walked right back outside to properly thank the Sneasel. When he had found him, the Sneasel was already heading back into the white haze. Marc proposed that he come and travel with him instead of wondering in the blizzard. The Sneasel seemed to react positively and ran back to him. Marc reached inside his bag and grabbed the old pokeball and captured Sneasel with it, quitely calling him "Zoro".
Marc, now age seventeen, had already properly said farewell to his parents. The family was now getting by thanks to Marc's battling in Sinnoh. With the downfall of Team Galactic due to another trainer, it made travel between regions possible for everyone who wished to do so. Marc had read of a new region called "Orre" and decided to train further in order to be in peak condition to take a position there. He had, however, decided to start fresh. Any pokemon he had captured in Sinnoh, he decided to leave at home with his parents to do as they see fit. Of course he couldn't leave Don and Zoro. Marc departed to Snowpoint City, the same place where he gained salvation with the help of Zoro. There he would take a boat to another region to accomplish his dream.
OOC INFORMATION
Directory Info: [size=3][b]AEON[/b][/size][/blockquote]
[url=link to accepted application will be added by staff][b]Character Name[/b][/url]
Face claim: [b]Blue Exorcist[/b] - Rin Okumura, [i]Dracule, Marcus[/i]
Continuity: Original
Other Characters: First one#nooblifetho
Tier: Tier II 25 dots- pokemonepoch.proboards.com/thread/2870/newbi-nook-starting-donations
- Paint (Absol)
- 219 x Pokeballs
- 1 Evo Pack 2(Dusk Stone included)
Role play Sample: "I'll tell ya Don, the sailor's life is not for me," Marc admitted to his feathery companion. He responded with a halfhearted "krow..." The young man had heard about how awful the weather could be around the Snowpoint City coastline, but even he hadn't anticipated this. The weather blew way past snow and went straight to flurries and haze. Even though the captain assured him that the crew was able to sail through tougher weather before, Marc couldn't help but be negative. His skin crawled every single time a drop assaulted his exposed skin. "C'mon, let's go to the lower deck," Marc told Don. He flew up to Marc's head as they began to descend, a quirk that he only did when he felt a bad omen.
The two settled into the main lobby on the lower deck, which looked more like a restaurant than anything else. Tables dotted the floor and booths were situated along the walls. There was even a small bar on the wall furthest to the right. On the center wall was a giant flat-screen television that was tuned into the perspective of the pilot of the vessel, but the haze blocked out any colorful scenery. Aside from that, the lounge was rather comfortable. The warmth was enough to forget about how cold it was outside.
Marc and Don sat at a table and was soon greeted by a waiter. "Hello sir, would you like anything to further make your S.S. Anne experience that much more enjoyable?" Well, as long as he's asking. "Yes, I'll have an order of filet mignon prepared medium-well with a side of mashed potatoes. And for a drink, I'll have water. As for my pokemon, I'll have three orders of poffins, one sweet, one sour, and one mild. I believe that'll be all...?" He looked towards Don to see if he wanted anything else, but he was fast asleep. "That should be all," Marc decided with a smile. Not a real one, though. Just a polite one. He noticed that he was giving those out a lot these days. The waiter bowed and retreated to the kitchen. Perhaps the trip would go smoothly and the bad feelings roaming in the air were unnecessary. So far, so good.
All was serene until a shriek sliced the peace in two.
"ICEBERG! ICEBEEEEEEERG!!" A woman on the top deck yelled at the top of her lungs and startled everyone in the lobby. Dazed and confused customers looked towards the stairs, as if they were feeding them answers. Marc, on the other hand, turned towards the television. The haze was absolutely terrible, but he could faintly make out a figure in the distance. This must have been the infamous iceberg. The pilot alerted the captain about how rouge winds blasted the ship into the path of the ice. In turn, the captain spoke over an intercom and commanded people to stay calm and have their life vests at the ready. Marc jumped out of his seat and followed the now awake Don out onto the upper deck.
The two made their way to the bow of the ship, where the iceberg was now completely noticeable. Time was running out rapidly. "Alright, Don! You know what we're up against and we need to stop it!" Marc had to shout over the cacophonous voices. "Come on out, Zoro!" He raised a pokeball to the air and out came his Sneasel, Zoro. "Sneeaaaa!" Zoro shrieked as he came out and onto the ship. He noticed the crowd, then turned to the ice. "Zoro, I need you and Don to work together and destroy that iceberg! If you don't, I don't think things will work out very pleasantly. That shouldn't be a problem for you two, yeah?!" Zoro leaped onto Don and the pokemon let out a hearty battle cry. "Alright, Don, fly Zoro on over there. Zoro, once you're there, keep using Slash until you've cut it down to size!"
The two pokemon were off and going. While they were getting in some extra training, he was stuck on a boat with a bunch of loudmouths. Marc felt sorry for every one of them, yet at the same time, he wanted to slap them. "Uggh, just calm down already," he said to himself as he hung his head. He looked back up and in a moments notice, the threat had been neutralized. The iceberg had been destroyed. Don and Zoro came back cheering as the ice was slowly tumbling down behind them. "Another good day's work. Great job guys!" The two rested at their trainer's side and as they did, even the flurries and haze were dissipating, revealing a bright and shining sun. The captain finally informed everyone that the path was cleared thanks to a brave trainer and his pokemon. The crowed stopped panicking and started cheering for Marc. "Brave? Meh. Whatever..." He put on his shades to block out the sun. "...floats his boat," he finished. The crowd shouted "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAH!" in unison and continued to cheer and hug each other.
Marc started his way downstairs yet again with Don and Zoro. He waved at no one in particular and started to shake random people's hands. When it was all said and done, the captain then advised all passengers to get comfortable as there were going to be calm seas ahead. "Finally, some good news. Let's go you two, our food's probably getting cold," he told Zoro and Don. As they descended down the stairs, he could only wonder if this was really how the first steps of a brand new region were taken. It's not everyday you have the chance to save so many people from something so dangerous. Someone had to be looking down upon him, just making his life all the more fascinating. Though he quickly dismissed this thought. "Nonsense," he called it. Utter nonsense.