forum All Is Hell That Ends With ‘Fair’(Closed ~ One-on-One ~ Rated a possible M)
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@Toxic_Persephone group

I wanted to do some more with my angsty boi Marcus. He’s rather fun to rp and I love him to death.
His character template is below.

Most everything will be allowed, as Marcus himself is pretty much an R-rated character. Possible gay, possible

If anyone wants to rp, go ahead and comment!!

WARNING: THEMES SUCH AS HARASSMENT, SELF-HARM, RAPE, VIOLENCE, GANGS, AND TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS WILL BE TOUCHED UPON.

(Btw, your character profile doesn’t have to be as detailed. I just have spent a lot of time on this boi)


”Why do you care?!”

”Fire is the only beauty left in this world.”

Name:

Marcus Teague

Other name(s):

‘Lighter’

Age:

17-20+ depending on rp

Gender:

Male

Race/species:

Full-blooded human

Blood type:

B-

Sexuality and relationship status:

Pansexual and in a rather complicated relationship with the gang leader Marx De’Veaux. He wishes to leave Marx but can’t find the courage to do so.

Nationality:

Irish born, living in America

Family:

Father: Thomas Teague - STATUS: Alive

  • “Please don’t do this. I lost your mother and I don’t want to lose you too.”
  • Abusive
  • 42-Years-old and counting
  • “No cigarettes in the house”
  • Loses temper fast
  • Likes to cook
  • Small and frail (but 6’3)
  • Red hair green eyes
    Mother: Audrey Velsper - STATUS : Deceased
  • “Oh dear…”
  • Patient
  • Curses a lot
  • Was 36 at death
  • “Calm down honey,”
  • Smoker since age 13
  • Enjoys movies
  • Lanky and fair (5’5 in height)
  • Brown hair and brown eyes

Brother: Lucas Teague - STATUS: Alive

  • “You’re ruining this family! Or what’s left of it…”
  • Hot headed like his grandfather
  • Afraid of bees
  • 22 and still living with his parent
  • “Cigarettes can kill you, ya know?”
  • Hates pop culture
  • Wears men’s cologne to mask his brother’s cigarette smell
  • Book worm
  • Lanky and pale (6’1 in height)
  • Dark brown hair and brown eyes (with glasses)

Companions:

None. But he does enjoy stray and feral cats. They follow him because he feeds them

Alliance(s):

The Silence, a gang run by the notorious Marx De’Veaux. Markus is his go to man for ‘getting rid of evidence’ and sexual favors.

Affiliation(s):

The Silence

Occupation/rank:

Gang member. Trusted second hand man to Marx

Appearance:

Skin colour:

Caucasian, tan but not dark.

Hair colour, type and length:

Messy short-haired curly ginger

Eye colour:

Bottle Green

Height:

5’9

Weight:

A whopping 144 lbs

Build:

Scrawny, narrow shoulders and thin features. Malnourished. Lanky.

General clothing:

Marcus always wears a brown beaten leather jacket. It was his grandfather’s, who served in many military operations. Under that brown jacket you will almost always find a baggy white t-shirt or a faded dark colored band shirt. His pants are always torn and beaten. He can’t afford new ones. Black military boots don his feet. They were also his grandfather’s when he was Marcus’s age.

Other:

Always carries a lighter that is seen in his hand or pocket. It is usually a plain silver in color and is lit when Markus gets stressed.

Powers and abilities?:

None.

Physical abilities:

  • Can remain calm under a lot of stress and pressure
  • Can focus for long periods of time
  • Hand to hand combat is Chicago-ghetto approved

Weapon(s) and items?:

  • Butterfly knife
  • Pistol
  • Lighter

Skill(s):

  • Mastered butterfly knife during his time in the gang.
  • Can hit a moving target with his pistol from 95 yards away.
  • Great at shanking people with a kitchen knife.
  • Leaves almost no trace after he ‘takes care of business’ for Marx (gang leader) although modern technology is proving difficult to trick

Strengths:

His small, lanky figure allows him to move quickly and accurately - when his twisted femur bone doesn’t get in the way.

He is dedicated and hardworking once he is given a task. This can lead to him doing anything to finish it. (Which May also be his weakness)

He is resourceful and resilient to the things he gets called at school. (Or in any other setting)

Weaknesses:

Marcus is extremely hot headed and so can easily be set off. He is also very stubborn and once he is set on a task, he will finish it in anyway possible.

He was surprisingly a mama’s boy before his mother died. Any mention of her death sets him off.

He has a birth defect in his left leg. He was born with a twisted femur bone. Because of this he limps and is in quite a lot of pain if he overworks it.

Personality:

Marcus Teague is brilliantly tactful when it comes to getting what he wants from people. He is highly aggressive and enjoys a good fistfight every now and then.

He is unusually harsh towards himself and others around him. His background as a gang member leads to his strong sense of skepticism towards anyone he doesn’t know. If he choses to trust you, you’d best try and keep that as safe as you can because his trust isn’t given out very often.

Marcus plays the violin more than he cares to admit. He is embarrassed by the fact that he has a soft spot for the musical side of life. Whenever he is stressed, however, he lights things on fire, his soft spot disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Marcus is a huge flirt but he has standards. If there is a man or woman anywhere near, he’ll show off or move to flirt with them. He acts like a dominant person but in reality is quite the softie (and reaaally wouldn’t mind someone strong to hold him ;) )

Likes:

Fire
The dark
His mother
Drugs
Flirting

Dislikes:

The police
Marx
Mushrooms
Mice (they’re creepy with their little hands and blank eyes)
His father

Bio/backstory:

Marcus was born in Ireland to an Irish father and an American mother. His twisted femur bone was shunned, and it often led to the kids at school bullying him. They moved to America to ‘find a better life for Marcus.’ This never happened. They settled in Seattle for a few years, living paycheck to paycheck. Times were tough, and since his mother was a hardcore smoker and drinker, it was difficult to find money to pay for her medical issues. By Marcus’s ninth birthday, his mother was diagnosed with Leukemia. She died within the next two years without treatment. Her death rocked Marcus to the core. He fell behind in school and became extremely depressed. He turned to drugs, smoking cigarettes his mother had left and eventually getting hooked. He doesn’t go a day without smoking now.

Marx was the first to find him when Marcus lit a small fire in the boy’s bathroom to get out of class. Marx promised a life that was better than what Marcus had. He offered him a spot in his gang, dubbing him the ‘executioner’ of the group. Marcus has never actually directly killed anyone, but he was in charge of burning the homes of people who get on Marx’s bad side. He felt no remorse for this, instead rising through the ranks in the gang, going from the lowest member to second hand man to Marx.

His father became upset over this, resorting to physical abuse. Lucas was spared this punishment because he did well in school and was a ‘promising young soul.’ Marcus, however, was beaten whenever his father felt he was in a bad mood. Marcus became a source of stress relief for his father, beaten to the point of blacking out as often as he breathed. His cuts and bruises from the abuse were never hidden. He wore them openly, a deep frown always on his face as if to show the world he didn’t give a damn about it.

Feats and accomplishments:

Marcus has been able to pick himself up a little from his life, and has even been thinking about leaving the gang. But he has yet to do anything brilliant or amazing.

@saor_illust school

(Eeee I would love to do this but I know it would a) take me forever to get my character up and b) take me forever to even reply so I'll leave this open for someone else who's interested, but may I please stalk this?)

@Becfromthedead group

(Hah, of course not. I'm just trying to decide whether or not to use a preexisting character or make a new one, but I'll probably use a preexisting one for ease and so I have more depth on their personality and everything.)

@Toxic_Persephone group

@izzy-is-officially-back-from-hiatus!! (Feel free to stalk! I’m alright with that!)

(Thanks, I have a good feeling about this one!)

(Ahaha thanks I’m flattered you feel good about it. I hope I can satisfy)

@Becfromthedead group

(Alright, it's really late so I'm just going to drop what I've got here, and I'll touch it up later. lmk if I need to change anything.)
Name: Cyrus Stiles

Other name(s): Cy

Age: ~21? (subject to change, but I prefer he be at least 20)

Gender: Male

Race/species: Human

Blood type: AB+

Sexuality and relationship status: Bisexual, single, but is known to end up in dead-ended relationships from time to time

Nationality: American, mom's half of the family is Italian, literally doesn't care enough to find out much about his dad's side

Family:

Father: Lazarus Stiles; Status- alive; he works with the Silence (either by connection or he works within it, whichever makes more sense for this story) and has expected Cyrus to do the same

Mother: Allegra Stiles; Status- missing; she was subject to abuse by Cyrus' father and turned up missing one day. Cyrus thinks she's dead, but there's a possibility she's run away.

Sister: Nina Stiles; Status- alive; works alongside her father and does so happily. She is basically estranged from Cyrus.

Brother: Hugo Stiles; Status- dead; was close to Cyrus and died only 2 years ago by suicide. Cyrus is pretty sure it was to escape his father.

Companions: He has his mother's cat, Zelda

Alliance(s): (Not sure)

Affiliation(s): (Also not completely sure)

Occupation/rank:

Appearance:

Skin colour: Olive, a light tan

Hair colour, type and length: Curly dark brown hair, comes down over his ears and the back of his neck

Eye colour: jade green

Height: 6'3

Weight: 123 lbs

Build: Big, very broad, a little chubby, not buff but more stereotypically viking-like in how he carries his muscle if that makes any sense

General clothing:

Other: light full beard and mustache, usually well-groomed

Powers and abilities?: Nope

Physical abilities: Has a lot of raw physical strength and can fare well in a fistfight, strong coordination especially when it comes to fine motor skills

Weapon(s) and items?: Carries at least 5 various knives at all times in different places on his person, handgun,

Skill(s): excellent strategist,

Strengths: High intelligence, good at solving problems if only he sits and thinks

Weaknesses: Nervous and perpetually worried, Emotional and can act rashly, afraid to stand up for himself

Personality: Can appear cool and calm on the outside but it's all a facade, Generally a kind and gentle soul but horrifying when he does get angry, Worried especially about others, Tends to blame himself for things, Doesn't speak up very often even in times of urgency, Wears his heart on his sleeve but tries to hide painful emotions, Sense of humor, Intelligent and quick to come up with plans

Likes:

Dislikes:

Bio/backstory:

Feats and accomplishments: None, especially if you ask him

@Toxic_Persephone group

(Haha it’s late over here too. I have issues sleeping though so I tend to pass the time instead of sleep.)

(Also, Cyrus is wonderful!!! Perfect as is! The part about his father working with the Silence sounds wonderful as the gang is connected to many other groups and people’s but directly with the gang is perfect too! We can start whenever you’re ready, I can write up the first response too! Also, would you prefer here or Pm either is alright with me I know some people like PM better.)

@Toxic_Persephone group

(Alrighty! See you tomorrow!)
(Also, for the purpose of this RP Marcus will probs be at least 20-21)

The bruise forming on his neck disgusted Lighter. He felt dirty, used even as he shrugged his large jacket over his thin shoulders, eyes flickering over the lines of the city through the windows of the rundown flat the Silence called their base.

Marx hadn’t called for him since their latest night together - which had been about two nights ago - and that deeply concerned Lighter. When the gang leader went silent, it usually meant pain and abuse were sure to come in full heat. He would probably get his ass beat… or worse.

Lighter shook the thoughts from his mind and shuddered, pulling the coat more firmly across his chest. He could make it. He had dealt with his father for years before he had dealt with Marx and the Silence. He could take a few hits.

He could take more humiliation from Marx.

He let out a large groan as he flopped into the moldy sofa sitting in the main room, digging his palms into his eyes as if to erase some horrific sight from his mind.

“Got any smokes, anyone? Vodka maybe? Anything to ease some stress?” Lighter growled. His voice was gravely but still held that smooth lilt his mother had given him. She always had spoken with a lilting and silky voice. Lighter scowled at the memory.

“Seriously, any alcohol would do.”

@Becfromthedead group

Cyrus had just arrived, with a note from his father. He walked in to hear Lighter's comment.
"Wish I could help you, but I'm all out of alcohol too," he laughed halfheartedly, "Say, who's in charge here? Or at least who can I give this letter?"
He pulled it from his jacket pocket. It was addressed to just the Silence in general, and it was initialed L.S.
"Help a guy out, and I might go buy you a drink," Cyrus joked.

@Toxic_Persephone group

Lighter didn’t mean to tense up as much as he did. It was his job to work with the side gangs. Thomas - a rather scraggly looking teen - stared at the letter. “‘n the back. Light’ll show you. ‘E‘s got the best relationship wit’ the boss.” He drawled, his words slurred in what could have been an accent save for the obvious drunkenness on his face.

Lighter chewed on the inside of his cheek and stood, pulling the collar of his jacket up more to hide the bruises and hickeys that were littered across his throat. “I’ll take you to Marx.”

@Becfromthedead group

“Much appreciated,” Cyrus replied, twirling the letter around in his hand.
“You his second-in-command or something?” he guessed, not quite sure about the wording of “best relationship.”
Whether that implied least hated or power position, he wasn’t certain.

@Toxic_Persephone group

A curt nod was his reply. “Yeah, I am.” He muttered bitterly, gesturing for the other to follow him deeper into the hallway of doors that led to practically nowhere but filth and booze and secrets.

“What about you? Second in command for whoever you work for?”

@Becfromthedead group

Cyrus scoffed.
“Oh no, not me. I’m just his kid. Someone else is second-in-command. Meanwhile I’m stuck, running errands for my father still…”
He ran a hand through his hair. He hadn’t sounded too bitter, had he?
“Name’s Cyrus, by the way.”

@Toxic_Persephone group

Lighter’s eyes lit up in amusement. The green sparkled for a split second before they landed on a certain door and the color dulled. “None-to-pleased it sounds~” He teased, lifting his chin boldly as he came to stop in front of that same, damned door that haunted his nightmares.

“Marcus, but call me that and I’ll stab you. I go by Lighter. Stupid but apparently useful.” He huffed, nodding at the door. “Marx is there. He’s in a bad mood, however, so don’t say something stupid.”

And with that, Lighter was slowly creaking open the door to reveal a quaint bedroom mixed with an office. The leader sat in the desk chair, staring at the computer. It wasn’t hard to recognize him as a wanted criminal. His scraggly black hair fell from the loose bun it was tied into, framing a paled and hollowed face. As Marx turned to look at them, his eyes filled with something sinister, making him look more like some demon or spirit than human.

@Becfromthedead group

Cyrus tried to smile, but in all truth, he was feeling a bit nervous, especially after the office door opened.
It was a familiar feeling, a familiar chill that passed down his spine as he entered the office. This man bore little actual resemblance to his father, but the way he was positioned at his desk, the seething bad mood behind his eyes- it was all close enough. It was enough to send his mind off racing.
“Correspondence from Lazarus Stiles,” Cyrus said, carefully approaching the desk and holding out the letter.
His hand trembled, just a little bit.

@Toxic_Persephone group

Marx took it with a grace that seemed unlike his character. His eyes gave Lighter a once-over, a slight smirk playing at the edges of his cruel and crooked teeth. An unconscious shiver ran through Lighter’s spine.

“How is he? Your father?” Marx asked coldly, sending a cold glare in the direction of the messenger. He snapped his fingers once, but once was enough for Lighter to get the hint.

The green-eyed male trudged over to the gang leader, allowing a single kiss to be stolen away from him. “I missed you Marcy~ come to me tomorrow, I have a lot to catch you up on~”

The wickedly sweet voice sent shudders of discomfort down Lighter’s spine. He only gave a harsh nod, tense and stiff

@Becfromthedead group

“He’s… fine. Not much has changed since last correspondence. He found a few more recruits, finances are good. He seemed pretty pleased,” Cyrus explained, saying all of this on basically one breath.
He stopped and quietly sucked in air. His eyes drifted to Marx and Lighter, and something felt weird about this. Second-in-command. But also… lover? Not lover. Lighter looked stiff and uneasy. That wasn’t Cyrus’ business to get into, though.
“Do you need anything before I leave?” Cyrus asked.
He found his hand rubbing at the back of his neck; it was just one of his many little mannerisms that he found a little comforting when he was nervous.