Marcus Prasad (Transfer)
Jul 18, 2014 22:25:01 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 22:25:01 GMT -8
Name: Marcus Prasad
Gang: None
Ethnicity: Irish/Indian (Hindu)
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 210 lbs
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Appearance:
Let's start at the top shall we? Marcus’ Face definitely shows his mixed Heritage between his Fijian Indian Father and his Irish American Mother. A well defined face with soft features framed by a mane of Reddish brown hair that goes down to his shoulder blades, tied back into a pony tail with his bangs spiked back. His open and friendly eyes are almost a honey brown color and his mouth is almost perpetually twisted into a wry grin, covered in a thick fine roguish goatee.
His body is well muscled and defined from years of fighting, training and Free running with broad shoulders and a thick neck. Marcus’ Body also tells of his trials and pains. His ears are Cauliflowered and his brow is thick and scarred as are his knuckles and shins. On his back is a heavy scar from a broken beer bottle fight from many years ago. And if you must know, Yes, he has a hairy body as befitting a man loaded with TESTOSTERONE!
Marcus’ Wardrobe has not changed too terribly much over the years. His love of Cargo Pants and short sleeve dress shirts have not subsided at all, though instead of wearing all black and white as before, now he dresses in more muted earthy tones of dark brown, tan, white and reddish clay with iconography that matches his interests. His shoes are Runners made from Navy blue and brown leather. His coat is fancy, black and sophisticated and to top it all off, he is never seen outside without his Dark Blue flat cap and his leather jacket. In colder weather he wears sweaters under his coat.
Build: Years and years of Parkour, Martial Arts training and Fighting for his life back in PHS# 552 has sculpted his body into a Svelte Muscular Fighting Machine with a Kind smile.
Defining Marks: His Wolflike Grin, His Mellow eyes and a stab wound scar on his back, just behind his heart. His skin tone is also distinct. A very tanned, almost mocha color.
A Commission of the man Himself.
Marcus' Play-by
Pass Time Information:
Hobbies: Parkour, Martial Arts, Video Games, Comics/Manga, PnP RPG's, War Games,
Talents: All of the Above but including being scary accurate with projectiles
Favorite things: All of the Above but including 'Guy stuff' (Encompasses a WIDE RANGE of stuff)
Sports/Clubs None for now
Misc.: LOVES a Good fight more than anything. Will actualy Shout taunts and encouragments to a weaker opponent in an attempt to get them to try harder and make the fight more interesting.
Personality:
If Marcus could be summed up in one word, that word would be 'Enthusiastic’. Almost Maniacally so.
Humor and Confused Segues are his favorite tools to break the ice and put others at ease. Quick with a smirk, a smile and a wolfish grin as he spits sometimes nonsensical quips like ejected sunflower seeds just as fast as his fists and feet fly. But deep down inside, there’s a method to his rather unique brand of madness as age and experience has tempered his once juvenile mind into a crafty weapon for the adult world. Marcus is the type that neither Barks nor Bites but instead listens, making him almost immediately approachable unless it’s a good ol fashion ruckus you seek. Then you get the teeth. But if you be friend not foe, then a friend he shall be. Loyal, steadfast and true for so long as you do not betray his trust. For Marcus may forget, but he never forgives. Beware his mischievous streak.
Being ADHD, Marcus could never truly give up his almost childlike cheerfulness. Some may accuse it of being a façade, but in truth it’s just one of many aspects of the young boy that shift and whorl in his Mercurial mind. From Childlike glee to cold calculating fury and back again in almost no time at all. Marcus’ mental scape is as chaotic and unpredictable as a kaleidoscope to those who don’t know him to well.
History:
Marcus’ History is a storied affair, full of Action, Romance and comedy!
Born into a mixed Race Family, with a Fijian Indian father and an Irish American mother and two older brothers, Marcus had a relatively happy childhood. He did all the things most children did. Played out in the sun, Play pranks on his older brothers (And get a good whuppin for it.) and went on adventures in central Park. Growing up, Marcus learned a lot from his family. It was his middle brother who first introduced him to Parkour and the boy was immediately smitten. He got his super sharp wit from his oldest brother and his mother and learned how to fight from all of them.
Elementary school was the poor boys first taste of the cruelty of children. Marcus’ Exuberance and naivete marked him as an easy target to all the bullies in school. Many times he would come home bloodied and bruised in both body, mind and spirit. At first his brothers, alarmed as they were at seeing their little brother injured so, tried to scare off his bullies by taking them aside and having little ‘Chats’. This worked, for mabey about a month or two, until the bullies started getting more creative and discrete. Finally his father had enough and instead bumped up Marcus’ training from a family fun game to a real workout.
This leads to his High school years in 552.
Marcus’ freshman year was relatively uneventful compared to his later years. The one defining moment would have to be his first fight against a teacher, Mr. Malice, outside on the school grounds. The even put Marcus straight in the hospital with broken ribs, but that was only the beginning of his whole new set of problems. The fight also served to put Marcus on the radar of every student with an axe to grind in 552. The rest of his freshmen year was quite literally one fight after another all day every day.
His Sophomore year was much better only because this would be the year he would meet his first love. Kelsie Marie Skye was a young blond blue eyed blind girl who Marcus would be smitten with up until after his graduation, where a combination of relationship stress and the twisted Machinations of a rival named Falenor tore the two apart. This would also be the first year he would meet his mentor and Sensei, Leon Sudeki, the Lightning Dragon. To this day, Marcus still looks up to the man as if he was another older Brother.
His Junior year would be the Most intense as civil war struck out in 552. Disorganized and ill tempered, the ‘Green’ Revolutionaries who fought the ‘Blue’ Defenders were nothing more than a rabble mob of bloodthirsty thugs until Marcus walked up and beat them into a well oiled and intelligent fighting machine. This would be the year he would be completely thrusted into the spotlight as his position and outlook put him in direct conflict with some of the most powerful players in the school.
His Senior year saw a decline in activity from the boy as he put his focus completely on his school work and new Job with a young freshman girl named Kitana, who’s family owned a bike shop. Marcus would work with Kitana and her crew long after he graduated, creating for himself numerous Bikes, each one a work of art. Eventually tired of the new york scene, Marcus quite his job, while maintaining good terms with Kitana and her family, and sold off all his bikes but two. A Harley Davidson Softail Custom, and a heavily modified Fatboy custom.
Marcus then took to traveling the world, Staying a few years in places like Dublin Ireland, Chandni Chowk India and all the way to the islands of Fiji in his search for what he calls his 'true self' and his place in the world. One could almost be forgiven in describing his travels as a Spiritual journey of sorts.
Stats
Base Stats (Admin Approved)
Strength: 55
Dexterity: 50
Constitution: 45
Wisdom: 60
Spirit: 40
Note:
This right here is Lady.
Lady happens to be both a method of Transportation and a mobile home considering he keeps nearly all his worldly possessions within her saddlebags. On Multiple occasions Lady had pulled Marcus' fat out of the fire and the man would easily level a city block if his scratch built beauty suffered even the slightest Nick to her chassis.
Fighting Styles
A Man of many talents, Marcus had grown up learning a variety of Fighting styles
So far the list includes:
Kickboxing
MMA
Brazilian Ju-jitsu
Capoiera
Wrestling
Penchak Silat
The Driving principle behind Marcus' fighting methods is to turn his entire body into a living weapon to dispatch his foe's quickly and efficiently using the guiding doctrines of all the styles he had learned mixed together to create a terrifying monster of a combatant.
Languages
Learned during his travels abroad, Marcus is Fluent in:
English
Hindi
Turkish
Greek
Italian
Gaelic
Russian
German
Spanish
Indonesian
Dialogue in a foreign language will be written like so "<Foreign speech goes here>"
Bio Approval Phrase: Admin Edit.
Gang: None
Ethnicity: Irish/Indian (Hindu)
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 210 lbs
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Appearance:
Let's start at the top shall we? Marcus’ Face definitely shows his mixed Heritage between his Fijian Indian Father and his Irish American Mother. A well defined face with soft features framed by a mane of Reddish brown hair that goes down to his shoulder blades, tied back into a pony tail with his bangs spiked back. His open and friendly eyes are almost a honey brown color and his mouth is almost perpetually twisted into a wry grin, covered in a thick fine roguish goatee.
His body is well muscled and defined from years of fighting, training and Free running with broad shoulders and a thick neck. Marcus’ Body also tells of his trials and pains. His ears are Cauliflowered and his brow is thick and scarred as are his knuckles and shins. On his back is a heavy scar from a broken beer bottle fight from many years ago. And if you must know, Yes, he has a hairy body as befitting a man loaded with TESTOSTERONE!
Marcus’ Wardrobe has not changed too terribly much over the years. His love of Cargo Pants and short sleeve dress shirts have not subsided at all, though instead of wearing all black and white as before, now he dresses in more muted earthy tones of dark brown, tan, white and reddish clay with iconography that matches his interests. His shoes are Runners made from Navy blue and brown leather. His coat is fancy, black and sophisticated and to top it all off, he is never seen outside without his Dark Blue flat cap and his leather jacket. In colder weather he wears sweaters under his coat.
Build: Years and years of Parkour, Martial Arts training and Fighting for his life back in PHS# 552 has sculpted his body into a Svelte Muscular Fighting Machine with a Kind smile.
Defining Marks: His Wolflike Grin, His Mellow eyes and a stab wound scar on his back, just behind his heart. His skin tone is also distinct. A very tanned, almost mocha color.
A Commission of the man Himself.
Marcus' Play-by
Pass Time Information:
Hobbies: Parkour, Martial Arts, Video Games, Comics/Manga, PnP RPG's, War Games,
Talents: All of the Above but including being scary accurate with projectiles
Favorite things: All of the Above but including 'Guy stuff' (Encompasses a WIDE RANGE of stuff)
Sports/Clubs None for now
Misc.: LOVES a Good fight more than anything. Will actualy Shout taunts and encouragments to a weaker opponent in an attempt to get them to try harder and make the fight more interesting.
Personality:
If Marcus could be summed up in one word, that word would be 'Enthusiastic’. Almost Maniacally so.
Humor and Confused Segues are his favorite tools to break the ice and put others at ease. Quick with a smirk, a smile and a wolfish grin as he spits sometimes nonsensical quips like ejected sunflower seeds just as fast as his fists and feet fly. But deep down inside, there’s a method to his rather unique brand of madness as age and experience has tempered his once juvenile mind into a crafty weapon for the adult world. Marcus is the type that neither Barks nor Bites but instead listens, making him almost immediately approachable unless it’s a good ol fashion ruckus you seek. Then you get the teeth. But if you be friend not foe, then a friend he shall be. Loyal, steadfast and true for so long as you do not betray his trust. For Marcus may forget, but he never forgives. Beware his mischievous streak.
Being ADHD, Marcus could never truly give up his almost childlike cheerfulness. Some may accuse it of being a façade, but in truth it’s just one of many aspects of the young boy that shift and whorl in his Mercurial mind. From Childlike glee to cold calculating fury and back again in almost no time at all. Marcus’ mental scape is as chaotic and unpredictable as a kaleidoscope to those who don’t know him to well.
History:
Marcus’ History is a storied affair, full of Action, Romance and comedy!
Born into a mixed Race Family, with a Fijian Indian father and an Irish American mother and two older brothers, Marcus had a relatively happy childhood. He did all the things most children did. Played out in the sun, Play pranks on his older brothers (And get a good whuppin for it.) and went on adventures in central Park. Growing up, Marcus learned a lot from his family. It was his middle brother who first introduced him to Parkour and the boy was immediately smitten. He got his super sharp wit from his oldest brother and his mother and learned how to fight from all of them.
Elementary school was the poor boys first taste of the cruelty of children. Marcus’ Exuberance and naivete marked him as an easy target to all the bullies in school. Many times he would come home bloodied and bruised in both body, mind and spirit. At first his brothers, alarmed as they were at seeing their little brother injured so, tried to scare off his bullies by taking them aside and having little ‘Chats’. This worked, for mabey about a month or two, until the bullies started getting more creative and discrete. Finally his father had enough and instead bumped up Marcus’ training from a family fun game to a real workout.
This leads to his High school years in 552.
Marcus’ freshman year was relatively uneventful compared to his later years. The one defining moment would have to be his first fight against a teacher, Mr. Malice, outside on the school grounds. The even put Marcus straight in the hospital with broken ribs, but that was only the beginning of his whole new set of problems. The fight also served to put Marcus on the radar of every student with an axe to grind in 552. The rest of his freshmen year was quite literally one fight after another all day every day.
His Sophomore year was much better only because this would be the year he would meet his first love. Kelsie Marie Skye was a young blond blue eyed blind girl who Marcus would be smitten with up until after his graduation, where a combination of relationship stress and the twisted Machinations of a rival named Falenor tore the two apart. This would also be the first year he would meet his mentor and Sensei, Leon Sudeki, the Lightning Dragon. To this day, Marcus still looks up to the man as if he was another older Brother.
His Junior year would be the Most intense as civil war struck out in 552. Disorganized and ill tempered, the ‘Green’ Revolutionaries who fought the ‘Blue’ Defenders were nothing more than a rabble mob of bloodthirsty thugs until Marcus walked up and beat them into a well oiled and intelligent fighting machine. This would be the year he would be completely thrusted into the spotlight as his position and outlook put him in direct conflict with some of the most powerful players in the school.
His Senior year saw a decline in activity from the boy as he put his focus completely on his school work and new Job with a young freshman girl named Kitana, who’s family owned a bike shop. Marcus would work with Kitana and her crew long after he graduated, creating for himself numerous Bikes, each one a work of art. Eventually tired of the new york scene, Marcus quite his job, while maintaining good terms with Kitana and her family, and sold off all his bikes but two. A Harley Davidson Softail Custom, and a heavily modified Fatboy custom.
Marcus then took to traveling the world, Staying a few years in places like Dublin Ireland, Chandni Chowk India and all the way to the islands of Fiji in his search for what he calls his 'true self' and his place in the world. One could almost be forgiven in describing his travels as a Spiritual journey of sorts.
Stats
Base Stats (Admin Approved)
Strength: 55
Dexterity: 50
Constitution: 45
Wisdom: 60
Spirit: 40
Note:
This right here is Lady.
Lady happens to be both a method of Transportation and a mobile home considering he keeps nearly all his worldly possessions within her saddlebags. On Multiple occasions Lady had pulled Marcus' fat out of the fire and the man would easily level a city block if his scratch built beauty suffered even the slightest Nick to her chassis.
Fighting Styles
A Man of many talents, Marcus had grown up learning a variety of Fighting styles
So far the list includes:
Kickboxing
MMA
Brazilian Ju-jitsu
Capoiera
Wrestling
Penchak Silat
The Driving principle behind Marcus' fighting methods is to turn his entire body into a living weapon to dispatch his foe's quickly and efficiently using the guiding doctrines of all the styles he had learned mixed together to create a terrifying monster of a combatant.
Languages
Learned during his travels abroad, Marcus is Fluent in:
English
Hindi
Turkish
Greek
Italian
Gaelic
Russian
German
Spanish
Indonesian
Dialogue in a foreign language will be written like so "<Foreign speech goes here>"
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Bio Approval Phrase: Admin Edit.
