Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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He claimed absolute disappointment in humanity, yet, he bit through pain to rescue the young woman. Despite his cynical disposition, Marz refused to simply allow bad things to occur if he could change them. A tired man accomplishing heroics solely because of a nature that weathered through the storm of cynicism. The nocturi remained behind her, galactic eyes glancing over his shoulder at the empty street... however he proceeded down the sidewalk with her ahead of him. Even as his lungs burned and his muscles ached, he continued until she spoke.
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"We can stop," he called through the exhale.
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The mercenary ceased movement, legs slowing to a light canter before finally stopping sturdy. Between his somewhat elevated breathing, the nocturi gazed behind them. A deathly silence consumed the sidewalk, only broken by their heavy, ragged breaths. Nobody existed behind them, the emptiness between the street lamps a pleasant sight for the protective nocturi. A long sigh escaped Marz's lips as his arms reached to stretch, but he stopped. A pained hiss left his lips as he brought his arm down, noticing the amber remnants on his sleeve and blackened fibres.
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Quietly, his eyes stared at the reddening injury across his upper arm. Adrenaline fled from his veins, leaving the pulsating pain. Fortunately, the evening belonged to nocturi, and beneath this gorgeous night sky, his injury was bound to gradually heal and mend. Moments passed before his starry eyes locked onto the young woman, hoping she caught her breath.
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"Do you still think this a movie?" He grumbled, an edge to his voice. "I was grabbing your arm hard enough to bruise and you couldn't see the grave reality of the situation? Are you a fool or was this idea a coping mechanism to handle the situation?"
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A razor edge infiltrated his voice, harsh and void of softness for the situation. How unimpressed the dark-haired mercenary was exhibited itself in his narrowed eyes and deadpanned expression. He wished naught for thanks or appreciation, but rather, to educate the foolishness evident in humanity. Those who swayed into danger without realizing it risked themselves to an early grave.
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[attr="class","alive_much2"]-- Only trusting the night, and never seeing the people's light.
Perhaps his distance from humanity left an unfamiliarity Marz failed to comprehend. The light-haired woman seemed completely unaware of the direness of the situation. Unflappable to the shooting flames and swirling danger around her, however, the reasoning only solidified how she managed... Initially, she believed it was a circus act, now, it progressed to the notion of being a movie scene... The nocturi's lips pressed together in frustration, however, insight panic was unlikely to improve anything with a nasty gang of murderers behind them.
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If she wished to believe it was a movie, whatever! Convincing her that otherwise appeared hopeless, thus handling the threat became the better option. The dark-haired man ignored the spontaneous hand holding. He assumed the young woman wanted comfort because of the thrills in this so-called "movie scene"; the thought made him roll his eyes. Nonetheless, Marz maintained his silence, listening to the world around them. The sharp growls of burning flames made Marz stiffen as he waited, hoping they would continue on their path, however, he was not optimistic.
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Angry people enjoyed destroying things to unleash the anger boiling inside. Beneath the shadow cover, Marz's eyes narrowed, thinking as the smoke enveloped the alleyway. Options were limited and for the sake of assuring their safety, something needed to be finished. Carefully, he pulled the stranger away, hand grabbing the back edge of the dumpster.
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"Be ready," he whispered.
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Everything happened quickly as Marz plotted their escape inside his mind. From the wall, he yanked the dumpster into the alleyway before sending high-speed darkness at it. The speed was nothing extreme, but enough to assure their enemies would be surprised by the actions taken. The nocturi vice-gripped around the woman's hand, dragging her towards the locked fence. In a swift move, condensed shadows shattered the rusted lock. Without hesitation, Marz shoved her through, placing himself between the unruly men and the woman.
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"Start running!"
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The mercenary heard the sound before noticing it. A nasty bite into his arm made Marz grimace as fire smacked into him. An annoyed grunt growled from his throat as he patted out the flames. These fools were relentless and the dark-haired man despised their cruel situation. Another throw of darkness, another need for an escape. Hastily, Marz followed after the woman, hoping the ruckus would spook their assailants enough to avoid a further chase. The burn stung his flesh, but Marz bit down on his lip and bore the pain to avoid a show of weakness.
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[attr="class","alive_much2"]-- Only trusting the night, and never seeing the people's light.
Malicious intentions stalked from behind in perhaps a brutal desperation. The vile scum trailing them wished to remove any possibilities of reports leaking through. His hand grasped around her arm tightly, assuring she would not slip away and face death... however, the woman appeared entirely unaware. The initial words to escape the stranger's lips resulted in a raise of his brow. Watch?! She wanted to watch a dangerous altercation between people with chaotic abilities and potentially lethal damage.
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Admittedly, Marz was dumbfounded by the words leaving the foolish, young woman's lips... She thought everything occurring was a circus performance, one birthed from danger and licking flames. He opened his mouth to speak, however, before the words could escape his lips, she mentioned the men behind him. The nocturi gritted his teeth as he glanced behind them. They were certainly making an effort to gain on them... The brilliant light of fire engulfed the one man's hands, flames surging forward. Hastily, Marz manifested a wall between them, quick, but enough to avoid the stinging flames.
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Unintentionally, his hand grabbed her arm tighter, potentially causing pain for the... entertained young woman. Tense situations that involved a victim were something the nocturi despised.
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"You think this is a performance?" He hissed at her. "What about this screams circus performance?!"
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The nocturi rolled his eyes before an answer was even provided. Humanity was truly hopeless if they could not teach their children, and adults, that dangers existed! Being unaware of one's surroundings was one thing, but assuming a battle as a circus performance was another. His eyes scanned the area, noticing an alleyway up ahead. He hoped it went straight through with no fences, boxes or other blocks.
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"Keep your head down," he mumbled at her.
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He acted quickly, Marz creating a blinding light above them for their followers to "enjoy". Afterwards, he gently shouldered her to the side. Night vision brightened the darkened area, and within, a fence with a rusted padlock. The mercenary's lips quirked, but with few options, they needed to slither away. He tightened the grip around her arm once more, pulling her close and bringing her down beside the dumpsters.
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"Be quiet," he whispered.
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The sounds of footsteps echoed outside the alleyway, and Marz despised it. The nocturi pulled the darkness from around them, condensing it in the desperate hope of hiding them. However, with a fire manipulator on their side, Marz was not optimistic; not that he regularly was.
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[attr="class","alive_much2"]-- Only trusting the night, and never seeing the people's light.
Chilled night air caressed Marz's features as a single solace to the nocturi. Unfortunately, requirements arrived with the endless assortments of mercenary work plopped onto his lap. Somebody messaged him about a terror, informing him his evening abilities would prove useful for discovering this cruel creature... Yet, hours of endless searching churned up nothing, leaving Marz in the western sector of Lorsette. A low-bearing grumble rose from the depths of his throat as his annoyance bubbled. He sensed it, upon returning home somebody would inform him a TRS group disposed of the vile creature.
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The cynic despised the city alongside the people within it. Humanity was a cruel joke with people fixating on their singular goals and the pettiest matters. Thus, every second within Lorsette was spent agonizing over the amount of time he could have spent enjoying nature as opposed to stuffy, polluted, city air. Between the blinding street lights, the nocturi hardly required his night vision... Even the pleasantly warm night air made his cold resistance obsolete in these circumstances. Although, worsening it was his inability to view the precious night sky that kept his company.
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The blinding lights obscured the stars above, leaving a black slate between the bright buildings. His eyes rolled at the prospect of being unable to lay witness to the night sky. It guided him, showing him the true colours of a beautiful world dulled by their existence. His eyes drifted from the boring night above and onto the scenery around him. If he managed to locate the obnoxious creature wreaking havoc, he could take his leave... but something caught his galactic eyes. Despite the lights, shadows still existed between them where people lurked ahead.
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The nocturi backed into an obscured location, noting the young woman carrying a bundle... and a group of people following behind. The scene roused suspicion, Marz's eyes narrowing as he observed from his small distance. The individuals in the group seemed questionable as they followed, daring not to veer from their path. A gentle 'hmm' left the nocturi's lips, his steps moving stealthily as he observed. Eventually, the woman's foot caught, sending her bundle to the pavement and leaving her vulnerable.
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Immediately, his eyes assessed the group following behind her... where he saw it. The flashing glint was unmistakable as building lights shone over the clean blade. Instincts flared as the darkness was pulled, a wall forming between the group of the unbeknownst woman. The action was hastily noticed, the barrier thwarting their plans, at least, for the temporary if Marz failed to manage the situation. Despite despising humanity in its entirety, the nocturi never favoured allowing others to escape with sins if he could help it.
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Shouts erupted in complaint, but Marz was quiet as he bent the shadows to his will. Rather, he allowed them to creep up their feet and legs while maintaining the barrier. Perhaps still captured in surprise, they pulled at their limbs, attempting escape, until their eyes discovered him.
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"Give it up, you might as well run off before you do something stupid," the nocturi warned.
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However, as the nocturi expected of a society he believed was built upon stupidity, pettiness and ego, they accomplished the opposite. Bright and burning, the fireball thrown his way hardly phased the battle-hardened mercenary... rather, he unconsciously created the shield that protected him. A soft 'tch' clicked between his lips as he applied his force against the attack. From behind the barrier, his fist clenched, assuring the group would remain in place, but eventually, it slipped. As the fire dispersed, the mercenary knew the situation would be difficult... given the existence of a pedestrian...
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Thus, he acted quicker than the ragtag group of thugs with a target. Upon the fire's exit, the nocturi slung blades of darkness towards them before sprinting to grab the young woman's arm, whether she hid or not. Should she had already fled, he followed behind without a second thought.
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"Get moving, I won't let them do anything," he grumbled to her, his voice somewhat harsh.
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He hoped the stranger held the mental fortitude for the ridiculousness of criminal resistance. With a witness to their ill-intent, a target and a ruckus to match it, Marz doubted they would leave their disgusting "prize" alone easily.
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[attr="class","alive_much2"]-- Only trusting the night, and never seeing the people's light.
humanity’s arguments are paling, meaningless drabble.
general info
AGE approx. ten-thousand
GENDER male
SEXUALITY demisexual
BIRTHDATE december 21
OCCUPATION mercenary
SPECIES nocturi
SOULMATE nasha
SIGN sagittarius
appearance
Anything magistic for height dares not wrap Marz in the realm of possibilities. At a reserved height of 5’7”, he is considered shorter than the average male while avoiding extremes. A man of a paler complexion from thousands upon thousands of years beneath the loving embrace of his dearest moon. A touch of colour only arrives in the subtle pink undertones or in instances of embarrassment for Marz. Despite his countless years wandering the realm of earth and occupation, Marz is unscathed, lacking any scars or blemishes. However, he similarly lacks any notable muscle, maintaining a slimmer build with minimal lean muscles to act as any reinforcement. Oftentimes keeping him cleanly and relatively refined, Marz lacks heavy calluses on his average-sized fingers. Additionally, he does keep his nails well-maintained and trimmed to a state he considers perfection. He even goes lengths to lacquer them to avoid breaks and chips.
A facial construct that is relatively simple with a severe lack of bold features, the build of Marz’s face is considered nothing special. From a slender jawline leading down to a slightly curved chin and the high-cheekbones, Marz’s face does not fulfill the magazine beauty attributed to a majority of men. Rather, his face is a slim built creation with a nose of regular size with an upturn tip. Short hair plays over the top of his head, a majority of the front locks ending around ear length while the back reaches down the nape of his neck. His hair is noticeably short in style, rarely having pieces that wildly stick from the norm. His hair colour is a dark royal purple in coloration. However, most enchanting to Marz’s appearance are his eyes. Their brilliant purple colour attracts most people to them, however, a deeper gaze reveals the beauty of many speckling stars within them from Marz’s nocturi genes.
Oddly dressed, Marz evidently does not keep up on the recent trends, rather, he dresses to his own preferences. This consists of a pair of shorts with a pair of hooks that hang red fabric around Marz, covering the back. This further consists of a robe-like shirt with two layers, one being a black undershirt or a black overshirt with red and purple accents. Most peculiar is the broad-brim hat perpetually stationed atop his head. The hat is duel covered with black and red with a golden brim surrounding it. There is a hanging black veil tracing behind the hat.
Darkness Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to control and move darkness, allowing the user to smoothly use darkness to their advantage. Amidst the shadows of the night, Marz discovers himself at his strongest in the evenings. Oftentimes, his mercenary work is carried out with the aid of his darkness manipulation, Marz being plenty capable to create sharpened objects of darkness and launch them towards his enemies. Additionally, he can create weapons, using them to attack his enemies. In terms of defensive tactics, Marz can smoothly make shields from darkness and condensed mists to protect himself from attacks and disorient enemies. At times, he will use darkness to grab people, making it difficult for them to dodge. Complex movements can tire Marz quicker than basic attacks. Everything depends on how much he needs to control and what specific movements he requires from the darkness. Additionally, large-scale manipulation will tire him quicker than minor manipulation.
Light Manipulation -- Advanced The ability to control and move light, allowing the user to smoothly use light to their advantage. Frequently, light manipulation is used as a daylight weapon option rather than anything else. Due to Marz’s night vision, he has no other purposes for light manipulation, leaving it as a defensive and offensive tool compared to anything else. He can create strong shields and attacks composed of several projectiles. He can harden light and sweep it across, knocking around those around him. However, unlike his darkness manipulation, complexity and large-form manipulation is more of a struggle for Marz. It causes exhaustion quicker than accomplishing the same feats as darkness due to his slightly lesser experience with light.
Dream Walking -- Intermediate The ability to walk into another’s dream, allowing the individual to lucidly move into another’s dreams and gaze around. A rare use for Marz, but he can enter the dreams of willing participants and walk within his own dreams. Frequently, Marz uses the dream walking for himself, allowing him to remain lucid and use his dreams as something for serenity opposed to anything else. He merely walks through what his mind makes for him, preferring the more mundane dreams opposed to the action-packed practice sessions. He can only walk, being unable to manipulate the world around him.
Force Field Creation -- Mastered The ability to manifest force fields to protect oneself and/or others. While shields of darkness and light are possible, nothing compares to Marz’s force field. He can create a powerful force field, allowing him to protect himself and others at a moment’s notice. Depending on the size of the shield will decide the strength of it. Smaller shields are more durable and difficult to break meanwhile larger shields are more fragile, but protect more area. A skill Marz has developed is moving his shields, allowing him to crash into others and knock them back. He can change the shapes of his shields from hemispheres to squares, pyramids and undiscerned shapes. The more damage the shield takes, the more energy it will consume for Marz. Damage acts similar to a weight, Marz pushing back against it while trying to protect himself and others.
Naturals: Night Vision, Healing Factor (only beneath night sky), cold resistance
backstory
Peace was a concept he grew familiar with. A soft touch of an affectionate hand caressing his cheek and fresh air being consumed by his lungs. Distant memories of times less tumultuous, but a haunting reality of hidden disgraces besmirching the existence of life. Before revelations from times of tension, Marz was a benevolent, content child. Birthed into the beauties of a Heaven far different from the one remembered by many, Marz discovered himself always smiling. A child with plenty of friends, he spent his days distracted with play and happily giggling as a child should. The glorious realm of Heaven was a place explored by Marz, the comforts of his home always allowing for admirations. He fancied every aspect of the realm, from the people he visited daily to the foreigners who passed through to admire the world around them. Everything was magnificent about the world, and Marz was a wide-eyed, curious child wishing to learn about the world.
The glories of Heaven was an endless sight as Marz was raised and taught the Luther Family values. At a young age, he was educated and capable, allowing him to earn a job in the old archival libraries of Heaven’s realm. From ancient histories and delightful works of well-weaved fiction, Marz’s dazzling starry eyes witnessed them all. The scents of books surrounded him, serene and welcomed by the young man. Through the days, the books were stationed on their shelves with their spines facing out to reveal lavish titles. He would assist in the ancient libraries, storing away books with endless stories, some speaking about the destruction of war and battle. It was always a surreal thought, the sheer notion of war being shoved away. Absorbed in the peace of Heaven, Marz believed his home would never enter those futile disputes told about in literature. Those activities were left for the spanning realm of earth where people had things to conquer and fight for. The years of their peace increased these sentiments as Marz discovered happiness being a chronicler of history and stories told through time.
He remembered the glory days of his time in Heaven vividly and with brilliance… A later pain for the man required to accept the cruellest reality of life. On the weekends, he would spend time with his family, enjoying dinners with his parents. The delightful food tickled his tongue, glorious and wonderful in taste. The endless games played together and the connected bonds between loved ones was valued. Shattering the bonds created through his years of life in Heaven appeared impossible. Though, as he manifested those connections did he watch others argue futilely at times. From Earth, Heaven, Hell and Undead, the various factions of the world all held their minor disputes. While Marz would inevitably roll his eyes at the ridiculous incidents unfolding around him, he was entirely unaware of the circumstances to arrive. For a time, he walked through Heaven, blissfully ignorant to fate’s strong pull. He spent time with family, friends and whoever he could enjoy the companionship of.
Though the fabricated paradise manifested inside his mind would inevitably shatter. The flaws of people would infiltrate those who felt emotion and unexpectedly, Heaven’s gate would close. The news confused Marz, a lifted brow filled with concerns and suspicions arrived, however, he believed things would work out in the end. He thoroughly wanted to believe everything would be fine and the regular occurrences of his thousands of years in Heaven would continue. Alas, things only worsened over the days. The people of his home spoke endlessly about Hell’s despicable nature, acting as though a couple bad apples sullied the bunch. People argued constantly, the tense air suffocating Marz as he overheard their words. As far as the young nocturi knew, Hell itself did nothing wrong. There were criminals inevitably, but Heaven held their share of miscreants as well. Unfortunately, Marz would come to notice it most with his parents as the pair began arguing more. One believed Hell did nothing wrong, while the other believed Heaven should have closed their doors. Each time he came over, he listened to the endless bickering, how hard they would fight over something, but never bring in understanding. Instead, they fought harder, stubborn and cruel to one another, and Marz was not impressed. He ceased visiting, at least for the time, hoping things would cool down once the gates reopened… but he was wrong.
When Volos arrived in Heaven to discuss matters, Marz had been hopeful the gods would not get wrapped up in mortal affairs. These trivial matters would be reconciled by the reasonable heads of their dimension, he was certain. He remembered working, listening to the rumours of passerbyers and calming concerns with a stern ‘things will be sorted’. He placed his faith in the gods to solve their differences and return the peaceful life he was familiar with. Where his mother and father did not participate in arguments, growing cruller by the day and bringing up ridiculous things like dishes and clothes washing. Though his beliefs were proved wrong when Heaven shook and the library’s ceiling threatened to cave. His feet brought him outside the library he worked, watching the ethereal terror of two gods fighting. Everything crashed, and now it would burn in the flames of anger and hatred. Alongside Heaven, Marz’s faith in others became destroyed in the blink of an eye. As fast as everything started, it all ended, buildings destroyed and rubble around him. The following day, Heaven and Hell went to war and the people were called upon to fight.
Part of him wanted to believe others would have the sensibility Marz would. That people would speak out against the ridiculousness of going to war over a few bad apples… Alas, he was wrong as people rallied, his parents split and everyone chose their side. The War of Traitors, a battle who led the example of foolishness bringing about destruction. How meagre arguments birthed out of cruelness in a moment’s idiotic recklessness. Two gods argued, and rather than work together to find a solution, they decided a fight soaked in bloodshed and pain was the best option to settle their differences. He never fought in the war, but Marz observed the butterfly effect unfold around him. How children cried and became orphaned, how fear conquered the hearts of many and how many patriotic fueled instincts brought devastation. Eventually, Marz felt himself going numb from it all, the weeks that followed becoming months, to years. Though as the years became long and he observed the absurd arguments, Marz was finished with humanity as a whole, from the Heaven species, the Hell species, the Earth species and the Undead. He was entirely finished with observing the foolishness unfolding.
Thus, Marz turned away from Heaven, deciding his realm was no longer a home. Through the gates he left, wishing to escape the pathetic unfoldings of foolishness any longer. He saved whatever money he could and travelled the world throughout the War of Traitors. He avoided the primary realms involved, keeping to himself where possible on Earth. Through the first years, Marz struggled on Earth and had to take a variety of jobs. He learned the art of combat to protect himself and in order to make a living in his desperate times. Never did he ask for the reasons, merely assessing to assure the cause was not malicious. As he worked as a mercenary, no matter his hunger, he never accepted missions from those associated with the War of Traitors. He refused to involve himself in the destructive, moronic war being played out before him. Nonetheless, for a time Marz survived on scraps, getting whatever food he could manage while roughing it in Earth’s wilds. He lacked any further choices, and he refused to return to Heaven and to the library. All he would feel there was his faith slipping away, but as cynical thoughts were perpetuated, his faith already took the damage.
Through his years, Marz witnessed many people fall in the War of Traitors. He observed the endless damages created and birthed out of a ridiculous argument between a pair of gods. The ravages of war, how people suffered and lost their lives. He watched as villages were raided and destroyed walls and crop fields in the precious name of proving their god right. The nocturi hated everything about war from his experiences and the pathetic arguments between people. There were times where the cause mattered, but a majority of arguments were frivolous, and he despised every second of it. He pushed people away, deciding to remain isolated because of the ridiculous happenings of life. A recluse from the war that came, and even as the 200 years of condemnation in a war of the gods, nothing changed. The young nocturi kept surviving, travelling as he gathered the funds to eventually live comfortably. As the modern era ticked closer, Marz began living in a home outside Lorsette and would frequently only head into the city for supplies. Though, as technology became more available, Marz became worse and began using it as another means to avoid people. He continued his work as a mercenary, the manner to receive his missions eventually allowing Marz to avoid the people requesting. With that, the nocturi found peace in his home, the lack of people allowing him to disconnect from the world for the most part and only entering Lorsette when required.
misc
Likes: Night, stars, moonlight, reading, being alone, relaxing music, water sounds, nature, healthy foods, meditating, silence, dim lights, writing, strawberries, fidget items, sunrise/sunset, winter, peacefulness, books, fireflies, moths Dislikes: Text speech, war, humanity, spicy food, modern trends, jewelry, needless arguing, crowds, parties, sleeping in, daylight, dumb books, sickeningly sweet foods, loud noises, tattoos Fears: Losing people he cares about, war, cockroaches
- He keeps distance from humanity, refusing to interact heavily with anyone no matter their species. - Frequently, Marz uses online shopping to avoid interacting with people. Additionally, he maintains a small garden to lessen the amount he is required to head into Lorsette. - Despite his fancying of serenity and peace, Marz still works as a mercenary. This is mostly because he has found a way to maintain distance from society with the work. - Oftentimes, spicy foods make Marz feel sick, thus he despises their existence. - He does not understand a majority of text lingo. This makes him not a huge fan of using his phone when he does talk with others. - He does not have the heart to kill moths. Even when they flutter around him or invade his home, Marz finds himself unable. He instead catches them to return them outside. - Through his travels, Marz has learned numerous languages. The list extends greatly over his 10,000 year existence on this earth.
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