Marcus

Marcus App Update

[ Name]: Marcus Luther

[ Age ]: 17

[ Species ]: Opossum

[ Birthday ]: 03/28

[ Gender ]: TransMale

[ Pronouns ]: He/Him

[ Sexual Orientation ]: Asexual

[ Romantic Orientation ]: Homoromantic

[ Personality ]: -Defensive—Looking for a fight—Strong—Realist—Impatient –Formal—Respectful—Cagey—Untrusting—Loyal—Indecisive—Stubborn—Caring—A Romantic—Creative—An Entertainer-

[ Likes + Dislikes ]:

Likes: Sea food, shiny things, rocks, people, metal, soft fur, making jokes, not taking things seriously, Sharks, Jelly Fish, Mint Plants

Dislikes: Shouting, being belittled, being out numbed, quick moving situations

[ Hobbies ]: Rock collecting, sparing, parkouring, playing cards/gambling, Free-Running

[Extra]:
If in a moving vehicle be it bus train or carriage if he is not talking to someone he will nod off.
He becomes protective and clingy to those he wants to keep as friends
Talks and acts on impulse, frequently regretting what he has done later on
Whistles when nervous
Tends to openly break down and express his thought around those he finds safe
Sort of smelly, doesn't like baths

[ Hometown ]: Ghulport

[ Backstory ]: Macus lived in the house of a powerful family, his father a strong man, very good to the family and cared for them all a lot. Cared for Marcus much, but was only tolerable of him being trans, he would simply ignore it whenever anyone would call ‘his daughter’ a boy and he would only speak of Marcus being a girl. Much of the rest of the town didn’t know this, they always heard talk of this youngest daughter but simply accepted it as myth since Marcus simply denied any notion from anyone other than his father. Because of his father, Marcus had a lot of power himself in the town, a wily opossum he was, frequently bolting up and down the city, climbing buildings, and fences with easy, sparing with whoever messed with him. He has a cluster of friends who were close to him, they know how he was and accepted him, and he would spar and run and play games with them on a frequent basis. His father would frequently belittle him whenever Marcus showed his true colours calling him ‘little girl’ and other such things, but if Marcus simply accepted whatever his father said things would flow right, it would be okay. His friends support and company evened things out and made them easier to handle. He was out with them at the roof of some café when the men showed up to take Marcus away. Marcus was out parkouring at the time and when they showed up they had to chase him down, when they finally cornered him he tried to fight with them but a minute in he was struck to an unconscious state and his friends were forced to leave at gunpoint.

[ Roleplay Example ]: <fromsomepokemonrpiwasdoing>
Lue seemed to perk up staring in the distant direct of the distressed murkrow, the Sigilyph then turned back to Tarrence before it floated off making disturbed noises. Lue seemed to quake with distress as it approached the noise, making its alien-like sounds and moving closer and closer to the sound of the fight. Tarrence hesitated with a lazy sigh before pulling himself up, he scratched the back of his head as he acknowledged hunger pecking at him ever so slightly. He draped his shiny ho-ho hoodie up over his head and tapped the blade of his Khopesh inspecting it before moving at a light jog after his pokemon. Lue seemed to screech a defensive call as it used hypnosis on the magicarp, the murkrow fluttered away annoyed and the flock of other murkrow moving near it and watched ready to all attack if bothered with again, the murkrow that had been confronted by the magikarp cawing sharply at the Sigilyph. Lue then seemed to scold the sleeping fish that lay upon the floor. Tarrence was confused by the choice of pokemon but didn’t seem to take that to distract him much as he saw the owner of said pokemon, in bright white, a sore thumb against the terrain. Tarrence picked the magikarp up by the tail and tossed it in the trainer’s direction, a ballsy other murcrow swooped over at it trying to scratch at the pokemon. He then walked forth pointing his Khopesh at the boy, “Kid, what do you have on you? Give all here and sere will not be an issue.” He said sharply as he eyed the boy down.