Post by MARCUS WRIGHT on Oct 8, 2011 12:09:53 GMT -5
M A R C U S W R I G H T
» BIRTH NAME ' ( MARCUS TYLER WRIGHT )
» NICK NAMES ' N/A
» BIRTH DATE ' August 28, 1827
» YEAR ' 184
» SEXUALITY ' Straight.
» SPECIES ' Alpha Werewolf.
» HEIGHT ' 6'2
» WEIGHT ' 184ibs
» BUILD ' Marcus has the build of a man that you don't want to mess with. He is tall, with a strong frame. His arms are thick with muscle, his shoulders broad, and his chest wide.
» EYES ' Blue.
» HAIR ' Dark brown.
» DISTINCTIVE FEATURES ' Marcus's most distinctive feature is his eyes. They are a deep saphire blue and no matter who you are, he seems to always look right through anyone he makes eye contact with.
» DRESSING STYLE ' Macus is normally found in a t-shirt and jeans, since normally, clothes are shredded when he shifts.
»[MARCUS'S] LIKES '
- His pack.
- Women.
- The moon.
- Midnight.
- Being respected.
»[MARCUS'] DISLIKES '
- Being disobeyed.
- When his pack members do something stupid.
- Werewolf hunters.
- Strays.
- Threats to his pack.
» STRENGTHS '
- His physical strength.
- His leadership abilities.
- Control over his werewolf temper.
» WEAKNESS '
- His compassionate side.
- Being too soft-hearted at times.
- Being too rational.
» QUIRKS ' Marcus hates whenever he is disobeyed or disrespected. It is the one thing that sets him off faster than gasoline to fire.
» FEARS ' Watching his pack fall apart or any of his pack harmed.
» AMBITION ' To keep his pack a family and keep them together.
» OVERALL ' Marcus is one of the strongest persons you could ever meet. He is the type of person that no matter what the situation, he stays cool, calm, and collected. Marcus rarely ever loses his temper, and if he ever does, your in a shit-ton of trouble. Marcus is the most dangerous when he is calm though, because he takes the time to analyze the situation in his mind. He doesn't even have to raise his voice to sound dangerous. All he does is change the way he says it and the tone of his voice, and it can send chills down any creature's spine.
A flaw in this facade the Marcus puts on, though, is that he can be overly compassionate and go easy on ones that he feels sorry for. He is bad for letting some things go, when they need to be punished for. He doesn't like being the bad guy, and thats what stops him from being a good leader and taking things into his hands and cutting off the source immediatly. If he finds a threat within his pack, that is one thing he takes care off immidiately. A threat to his pack and anyone in it will set him off faster than anything. Protective is an understatement when it comes to that.
Emotion is one thing that Marcus hardly ever shows, either. A smile is hard to get from him, so when he gives it, take it. Cherish it. Love? Nearly impossible. He guards his heart because he knows that if he falls in love, his focus from the pack would be taken away and put on that one person. He almost fears love. When he starts to feel emotionally attached to someone, he cuts off communication with them as soon as it happens. His only concern is for his pack and he can't let that be drawn away.
» NATIONALITY ' American
» HOMETOWN ' Enville, TN
» PARENTS ' Jessica Wright - Mother - Deceased
Murphy Wright - Father - Deceased
» SIBLINGS ' N/A
» SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ' N/A
» PETS ' N/A
» OVERALL HISTORICAL BACKGROUND ' Marcus was born in Enville, TN as a Werewolf. Both of his parents were human, the gene having skipped a generation on his father's side and being passed down to him. Marcus's parents never got to see the shift in him because they were killed in a raid, Marcus having been with his grandfather who was watching over him for the change, and as soon as Marcus got the age of puberty, started taking him under his wing. His grandfather was the Alpha of the pack for the longest time, and since his son didn't catch the gene of being a werewolf, he had to pass it down to the Beta, giving him full rights. Marcus would have taken over if he had been a bit older, but he was born too late to have been eligable.
After Marcus had his first shift, his grandfather immediatly started teaching him ultimate control. He started teaching him how to be calm and keep his head even in the most tense of situations. It was Marcus's nature to stay calm through almost anything, so it wasn't very hard for him to do that. Whenever Marcus turned twenty, Enville was attacked again, and this time, his grandfather and half of the pack was wiped out. Marcus had no choice but to flee, and made his way into New York, one of the most populated cities at the time. Marcus kept to the shadows there for a while, unsure of how to act in such a populated place. Finally, he made himself known. Not well known, but known enough that people didn't just walk past him. At twenty, he was an eyecatcher with his height, bulk, and blue eyes. Marcus had finally found a small group of rouge werewolves one night when he was out hunting, and soon, they formed a small pack, appointed Marcus as Alpha because of his leadership and controlling skills.
From then on, Marcus has reigned as Alpha. As the time passed, so did Werewolves. Coming and going, some having been there since he has. No one has dared challenged him for the position though, knowing that not only did they stand a very slim chance, but that there was no need. Marcus did an excellent job of keeping things under control, and that was all that mattered.
» RP POST '
Maya was curious. Period. She wanted to know ever corner and every hole in this forest before the night was over. So, what was she doing? Trotting around, nose to the ground, sniffing. Her ears were perked on top of her head and her tail curled up over her back, almost like a Siberian Husky's would be. She had yet to find anything entertaining while being in Converse. It didn't really seem like that entertaining of a place though. A soft growl rose from her throat. She was still a bit pissed off at Kennedy for bringing her here. She had personally wanted to go someplace like L.A. or New York. Not another small town with absolutely nothing in it. She was about to let another frustrated growl rise when she caught scent of a rabbit. She froze, her white frame nearly hitting the forest floor, but she stayed crouched, ice blue eyes focused. Her pink tongue flashed over her maw. Dinner. she thought with a wolfish grin. She heard the brush beside her rustle, and she saw the small, brown rabbit hop out, as if nothing was wrong. Maya moved slowly, lowering her tail and keeping her body low. The rabbit froze, and so did she. Just as she was about to spring, the familiar summoning howl of her brother ripped through the silence of the night, causing the rabbit to dart off to safey. Dammit, Kennedy! she hissed in her mind, before turning and sprinting off in the direction of the howl.
Maya was fast. There was no doubt about that. She was extremely agile and knew how to run. She had done it for most of her life, trying to survive. She had to make herself the fastest to escape those that would chase. With speed, she also needed stamina, which she had. Running in Alaska was one of the hardest things to do, because she was constantly sucking in ice cold air. With each breath, it felt like someone was shoving needles into her lungs when she was even walking, let alone a labored pattern. Here? Oh, man. This was nothing. The air was smooth, and it felt like silk running down her throat. Maya ducked through bushes, leapt over fallen logs, and sped past the trees. Everything was a blur as she ran. Everything. The only thing that wasn't was the forest before her. She cut hard left, finally catching her brother's scent on the wind. Her claws threw dirt and sticks off to the side, her momentum sending them flying. It was then, a responding howl hit her ears. Everything stopped around her. Her knees nearly buckled as she came to a complete stop, head high, ears listening. A worried whine cause her vocal cords to snap together, and she took off once more. Kennedy... Where are you? It was instinct that gave Maya a reason to fear for her brother's life. To fear that any harm could come to him. Protective was an understatement when it described their relationship towards one another. The were twins. They were born on the same day, grew up side-by-side, protected one another, and most of all, loved one another. They had been through more than anyone could ever imagine, and just the thought of losing him nearly killed her.
She burst into action once more, pushing off of her hindquarters and taking off. The wind bit at her eyes, but she didn't slow. Maya pushed herself only faster, wanting to reach her brother before the one he responded him did. Kennedy's scent was getting closer. She could almost feel him there. Another whine escaped her when she also caught the scent of another. She still had a good way to go before she was even close to him though. The feeling that she was getting now was the same one she got when one of the biggest fights of the blood feud erupted. It was the scream. The scream of a wolf that had nearly ripped her heart out, even from two miles away. Kennedy had gone back to get supplies. A quick get in, get out sort of thing. Her entire world hit the ground and shattered. She feared the worst, and of course, she ran. She didn't run away, but she ran to him. She had never ran so fast in her life, gliding across the ice-topped snow like a sled would. She remembered the burning in her lungs that she felt, but it still didn't stop her. Fear and adrenaline was pushing her foreward. She had finally gotten back to the village, and there was Kennedy loping towards her, supplies in a bag in his mouth.
Maya leapt, jumping over shrubs and brush taller than she was and landed, as she trotted foreward, she shifted, blue eyes glaring fiercely at her brother. Her gaze snapped towards the man getting dressed, and she sniffed the air. Wolf. She shot her gaze back to Kennedy and nearly punched him. Dammit, Tyler, I can only run so fast. It was meant to come out hostile, but instead, it held relief and a bit of a whimper. Her breathing was only a tad bit labored, seeing as how she covered about three miles in less than ten minutes, but was still able to speak without the breathy tint added to it. Her blue eyes turned and once again, landed on the other werewolf. She kept her mouth shut, for once, seeing as how he wasn't exactly threatening Kennedy in any way, shape, or form. If there had been any kind of body language that read that, she would have, but she decided to be quiet, wanting to know who this man was, and why he had answered the summon howl of her brother.
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