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markus griswald tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance At a height of 5’9” and a fairly average body, there is little impressive force to Markus. He lacks the extravagance of overbearing muscles and the strength that accompanies them. Rather, for a male he is slender with a light sense of lean muscle, but nothing particularly noticeable unless under moments of exertion. Although, he is fortunate with his slenderness lacking lankiness which lends him some of the modern-style attraction people search for. This being said, his fingers are denoted as longer than average with a graceful slenderness. In complexion, Markus is fair, neither overly tanned nor extremely pale. There is subtle scarring on his knuckles, hands and feet which occurred the night his parents perished. High cheekbones well-settled into a slender face maintain Markus’ appearance. They are a slightly noticeable feature, leading into a fair of semi-filled cheeks. Down to a strong jawline and softly pointed chin they lead. His nose is an average size, holding a soft, pointed and upturned tip. Eyes of a soft, almond colour are magnified by a pair of glasses with thick black rims. The lenses in his glasses are relatively thick and designed to assist with seeing longer distances. He lacks contact lenses, thus without them, Markus is blind. Depending on lighting, the short hair flowing from Markus’ head can vary from a darker blond with a soft brown tinge to a lighter shade. Frequently, Markus keeps his hair well-trimmed to avoid it getting into his eyes. Casual wear is a preference of Markus’. Plain shirts are favoured, but Markus will wear the occasional graphic t-shirt of his favoured band. Oftentimes, a hoodie may be thrown over his shirt. Jeans are Markus’ preferred type of pants, however, on lazier days he wears sweatpants, regularly of a black shade. Frequently, he will wear a beanie over his hair and have his headphones in. During work hours, Markus wears shirts defined for work in case they get dirty. Regularly, this is an old shirt and pair of pants he no longer cares about. As a raiju, Markus is capable of shifting into a wolf form. A northern timber wolf is the form Markus takes when he shifts. His wolf form holds a tanned pelt with subtle unique features. Patches with a soft, bluish tinge mark his fur, however, this is only notice upon close examination of his fur patterns. At times, his human form can exhibit traits of his animal form, most renown being ears and a tail. However, when angry, Markus has been known to accidentally spawn his claws and teeth. personality
abilities Electricity Manipulation -- Beginner The ability to manipulate electricity, allowing the user to shock another individual. Growing up along lycanthropes, hellhounds and other wolf species rather than raiju held side effects for Markus. He is unable to properly control his electricity manipulation since he never received lessons on how to accomplish it. As a result, when he is extremely angry, people will often hear static pops in the air. Should these emotions increase, Markus can accidentally shock people because of this ability. When this ability is invoked from anger, it does assist with lowering Markus’ energy and tiring him out. Storm Manipulation -- Beginner The ability to manipulate storms, allowing the user to form them to their will. Similarly, Markus was never trained because of the lack of raijus in Moonlight Reverie. He is unable to control his storm manipulation, making it extremely susceptible to his emotions. If he is extremely upset, the air around him may grow thick similar to it raining. When anger claims him, a thunderstorm may form above him, downpouring on a small area. These incidents similarly drain him extremely quickly, leaving him tired afterwards. Enhanced Speed -- Mastered The ability to enhance one's speed to beyond that of a regular individual. Unlike his neglected other abilities, Markus is capable with his enhanced speed. With the ability overlapping his with lycanthrope adopted mother, Markus has learned it. Regularly, the ability is used for mundane purposes such as getting work done quicker or heading over to the next job. From an offensive perspective, his enhanced speed does allow Markus to activate a higher reaction time than most individuals. Nonetheless, he is somewhat incapable when it comes to offensive procedures because he is not expected to fight back. He is a meagre peasant beneath the nobles after all! Over time, Markus’ enhanced speed will tire him out, making him drowsy and sometimes hungry. Overuse can easily debilitate his muscles and force him to rest. Wolf Shifting -- Mastered The ability to shift into a wolf form. When shifted, Markus takes on the form of a tanned-cloured northern timber wolf. There is a soft, blue-ish tinge hidden inside his fur because of his raiju heritage. In this form, Markus is larger than an average wolf, making him frightening when shifted. When shifted, his enhanced speed strengthens, allowing him to run further and longer because of the powers in his shift. Changing between his human and wolf form takes Markus roughly 20 seconds because of his capability, although, during this time he is vulnerable. Should he get injured in wolf form, he will automatically return to human form because of the injuries. At times, this can result in Markus being unable to shift for days. Natural: Enhanced Endurance, Enhanced Senses, Electricity Immunity backstory Trigger Warning: Violence, murder, death I’m sorry I couldn’t save you mom and dad… Born to a jovial family of raijus, Markus was an over-zealous and energetic child. Throughout his childhood, many stated he radiated sunshine and happiness. His parents loved and doted on him, the Griswald family being beloved in Lorsette. His father played the role of the bread-winner while his mother maintained a part-time job and played housewife. It was a classic, story book family dynamic where everybody smiled and shared cheer. As a child, Markus lived off smiles, praise and the kindness his parents gave him. He remembered when father taught him to swim in the ocean for the first time. He remembered how mother would play video games with him despite her lack of apparent skill. The fantasy books they read, the songs they sang and the love they shared. Alas, the fairytale would be short-lived as a once cookie-cutter life underwent that day. If inquired about the evening in question, anyone would notice the grimace on Markus’ countenance as he mumbled out an “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Memories of the gruesome eve stick to the walls of Markus’ mind, refusing to leave him. From the eve of horrors, Markus gained a variety of scars, each different and leaving a mark. His hands and feet bear the burdens of a frightful escape. However, his mind weighs with thoughts of the people he lost. The ones who summoned forth endless happiness through positive memories and benevolence. Everything left a mark from that day. The memories burnt into his mind, an unforgotten stain removing the cheerful boy everybody knew. Oh how paradise crumbles… That chilling scream… it roused you from slumber’s clutches and rattled your body. Your heart pounded against its caged, your mind went wild, but you could never imagine the reality that would face you. A scream broke in the household, shaking a young 8 year old Markus from the depths of his slumber. The shrill, high-pitched tone mimicked his mother. At times his mother screamed upon the sighting of a snake, her biggest fears. Yet, a chillingness gripped the siren of a problem inside the household. From the warmth of his bed, Markus escaped, feet hitting the cold hardwood floor of his bedroom. The shouting continued, more screaming, grunts from his father, glass breaking. Those were never the sounds mother made when a snake happened to slither into the household. Gradually, he moved towards the bedroom door, hand shaking as it closed in around the doorknob. The knob jiggled in his grip as he fearfully twisted it. The hinges creaked as a deadly silence filled the home. “Mom? Dad?” The voice of a frightened child resonated through the house as he slowly stepped through the house. The way he breathed quicker, fear lurking over his tiny shoulders as he gradually walked through his place of safety. Nothing could be wrong... this was their home... their safety... Light poured from the archways of the kitchen. Under the belief his parents would be inside, Markus hurried to the tall arches. Already his brain flashed pictures of a snake, maybe multiple, his mother perhaps dropping a midnight glass of water. Meanwhile, his father attempted to calm her while ushering those pesky creatures out. Alas, as he ventured closer, the sounds of deep gurgles and snarling entered his ears. He ceased in his increased pace, creeping slowly towards the tall arch... nothing could have prepared him... the moment his eyes crawled over the gore. Red leaked from his mother’s mouth, a giant splotch covering her chest. The gurgling echoed from her throat as a pool formed. Blood splattered around the kitchen, wild and crazed. Glasses littered the floor, shattered and a broken window. Terrified, the child’s eyes kept moving, soon locking on a beast composed of mechanisms and animals hovering over his father. Between its gnashing jaws a broom near breaking. His father was desperate, torn and downright battered from the presented situation. His eyes fleeting a moment, horror flickering in them as he noticed the small figure in the archway. Time was limited and he knew he would perish shortly from the ravaging beast above him. ”MARKUS, RUN!” The child required no further motivation as fear enveloped him. He turned heel, hearing the creature growl as it glanced over at the easier prey. The sounds of a struggle and his own heartbeat filled Markus’ ears as he approached the front door. His tiny fingers fumbled the lock and twisted it open. Shoeless and alone in the Lorsette countryside, Markus ran from the home. His feet graced gravel and concrete before hitting the relief of ground, but he dared not cease. Cuts littered his feet as he plunged into the forest, not thinking twice. He needed escape and he needed it now! There were moments he stumbled as frightened tears blurred his visions, but he pushed himself up and kept running. ”HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP!” The shrill voice of a panicked child rang through the night, emotional and racked by near-sobbing. With every venture forward, his hands and feet received the scars of that evening, but he found fortune. Perhaps she desired a midnight stroll or heard his frightened screams with her well-tuned ears, but Markus’ appreciation never died for her. Lyrica Hew heard his desperate cries and came to his aid. She brought him close, calmed him with her soothing voice while carrying her to Moonlight Reverie, her pack. The TRS were called about the incident, each praying the father survived the gruesome incident. Alas, both Markus’ mother and father were announced dead at the scene. There were no more blood relatives for the young boy, leaving him alone in the cruel and twisted world. The tears that poured down his face upon receiving the news were endless. His parents were murdered by a terror and paradise was shattered in a single bloody eve. Throughout it all, Lyrica Hew acted as Markus’ support, comforting and caring for the young boy. When the funeral arrived, Lyrica assisted with preparations and attended with Markus and generally gave him a soft place to fall. He felt safe with Lyrica. During the darkest hours, she was the stranger who became a mother to him. Perhaps it prompted her adoption, the young woman always wishing for a son, but never to marry. Into the pack of hellhounds and lycanthropes, Markus was brought as the adopted son of Lyrica. He welcomed his adopted mother, but everybody else always gave them strange glances. They were of a noble bloodline, while he was not, therefore his destiny was laid before him from there. Their snobbish ways kept them from sympathy and Markus rejected them as family. Lyrica was family, they were not! As Markus aged, he received assistance via his adopted mother, Lyrica. She assisted with medical aid and helped piece the broken child back together. Although, never would the cheerful young boy return in full. A sorrow built inside of him, his loneliness increasing with the manner his packmates treated him. They mocked and jeered at him because he was the outsider, the peculiar one, the stranger. Thus, as he became a teenager, he became the pack hand who fixed things, helped with the hard work and everything in between. Despite graduating with the prestigious title of honour roll on his shoulders, their treatment never changed. He became considered a bit aggressive and standoffish. The focus of the young boy became on money and escaping, since as much as he adores his adopted mother, Moonlight Reverie is no home to him. Thus he works, the tragedies of the past weighing heavily upon his shoulders. misc - Likes: Cinnamon hearts, wolves, rain, napping, reeses, swimming, fantasy novels, quiet places, nature, music, building, engineering, driving, his adoptive mother, beanies, gum, video games, wrestling, coffee, ice cream - Dislikes: Moonlight Reverie, packs, crowded areas, AP conversations, exhaustion, April, country music, overly sweet foods, cats, nobles, condescending voices, tea, strong smells, perfume, powerful deodorant - Fears: Terrors, the Assembly, death - Due to his lack of true blooded ties to Moonlight Reverie, Markus is treated like a peasant and pack hand. - Around the time his parents died, Markus is known for getting depressed. During the rest of the year he is regularly fine, but it hits him hard when he is depressed. His parents died in April. - When he works, he tends to turn his music up loud to ignore those who berate him. - He wants to leave Moonlight Reverie as soon as he gets the funds to escape. The only thing he likes about Moonlight Reverie is his adopted mother. - He is the lowest ranked member in Moonlight Reverie, furthermore, he is not particularly loyal to his pack. While he would never betray, he does want to leave. - He loves making things and building. Markus is hoping one day he could go to college for engineering. - Ice cream and brownies together are his main comfort food. - Markus cannot cook at all, do not trust him to! - Markus loves wrestling people. It is believed to have festered from his wolf side and time in the pack. He especially loves the notion of wrestling someone he has a Romantic relationship with. | roleplayer info ☆ NAME chibi magician ☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years ☆ TIMEZONE central ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE twenty-one ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS MALAKAI MOORS FELIX MELLOBROOK NATHAN BECKARD DESMOND WILTS KAITLYNN HARRIS FRITZ JACOBS NYLA KORVICH ARLO NORWOOD EMMERSON HALOGAN YVES LEVORA UMBERTO DARIAN VYLAD ZAIDER OCTAVIO KREMLEN BRASTI VANDERFELD PRESTON CLARK ZURIEL MARLINE PERSEPHONE ROSE LACHLAN FRAISER ALIANA LA ROSA CLYDE VELLESE ABEL MCCROFT HARRISON ACASTER WREN CATO RAMAGI VAUGHN MALLORI ISIDORE VYNLAY NOAH SULLIVAN KANO MIKAZUKI JAYDEN MILTON LAURENT MAYTHORN AVERY REEVES GWEN LA’ VARRIE NAOMI BLACKWATER BRAM VAN DIJK AARUSHI CALDWELL XENO MCFALLON ZEKE DURMONT ADAIR “AMON” FELLSPARK QUINN ABRAHAM ORION HOLLINS SLADE ETHIUM RAYLAN FOX WALLACE BOGDAN HAO ZHAO OZIAS ABRAMS RUSSEL NAULTY PEYTON HAYES LIAM BELMONT TADASHI ABBOT CARMINE ANDREASEN MALCOLM MCCAVALLOR SETH MAIER ROY DEMETRIS SCOTT HETTIRE LUCIANO DAHMER MYSON HAMMERSTEIN JUSTIN BOWMAN MORANA MILLER NEVIAH LAINE CYRIELLE BLANCHARD URIEL SAUNDERS MICAH KING ROXANNA ARC MACBETH OKORIE AZALIA DAHL GAVIN MCTAYLORS MAVERICK BOVE TATIANNA MARTEL ZYLAN MEYER LOIK ACKERMAN JONAH THOMPSON ISAAC BUCKSWORTH VALENCIA SHIKEKUTSUKI MASHITA RYLEY YATES BANNETT XIAN BLECHER JULIAN CANE LARKYN ELLIS ASHTON NICHOLS ☆ FACE CLAIM HAIKYUU!!, kei tsukishima ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO CHIBI MAGICIAN. 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