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BITE ME ;; - MARKO ! - 07-13-2018 [align=center] M i. tags
ii. persona iii. appearance iv. history v. miscellaneous vi. heartchart Re: BITE ME ;; - MARKO ! - 07-14-2018 [table][tr][td]
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marko ;; he/himmale ;; homosexual 17 years old ;; ages never san creado ;; undertaker single ;; crushing on xx marko is a short kid, not stocky but not necessarily skinny either. he tends to dress like a biker, although his own flairs include his jacket covered entirely by patches. his fangs are just long enough to stick out between his lips, and his long curly hair is pulled back with a loose ponytail. vampire ;; no major injuries carries with him a candy bar, pack of cigarettes, and knife owns a motorcycle, matching helmet, and walkman amongst other things slytherin ;; enfj ;; sanguine ;; chaotic evil optimist / pessimist ;; fighter / lover leader / follower ;; introvert / extrovert flirty / modest ;; calculated / impulsive mentally medium ;; physically hard untrained but ruthless no kill ;; no maim ;; ask for capture starts fights ;; ends fights attack in LIGHTCORAL & [member=1341]MARKO ![/member] wall walking ;; enhanced senses powers stored on main acc [td] [div style="width: 150px; height: 200px; border: 6px floralwhite solid; border-bottom: 20px floralwhite solid; background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/GugUB5D.gif);background-size: 240%; background-position: right;margin-left:40px;margin-top:40px;transform: rotate(10deg);"] [/td][/tr][/table] Re: BITE ME ;; - MARKO ! - 07-14-2018 persona
marko is quite a character. upon first glance, he's rather simple: the kid laughs a lot and really loves the rest of san creado. hell, he seems pretty naive. that isn't everything about him, though. sure, he's rambunctious, but behind that silly exterior is a calculating interior. he'd never hurt his friends, not ever, but for practically everyone else he's always trying to be a step ahead, always anticipating how to act to make people happy (or angry) with him. ultimately, he's as much of an evil vampire as the stereotypes, and is always looking for his chance at glory; his playful antics don't mean that he can't be pure malice when he wants to be. he usually doesn't want to act all that evil, though, so he's not too terrible in the end.THE IMP marko absolutely wallows in his sins. after all, he's a vampire, what else would he do? he's conniving scum, frankly, and the only thing keeping him from really being a truly evil figure is that his heart isn't in the right place. yeah, he could be horrible, but why do that when he could just mess around and party all night? maybe it's laziness, but he finds a lot of pleasure in just having fun without being all that evil, even if he has more than an opportunity to do so. JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD some might consider him very rude at times in an effort to be honest while still interacting with everyone, but that's almost never his intentions. his ego gets in the way frequently, although that's often not intentional, either. really, he just has trouble showing what he intends for people to perceive of him, and doesn't really mean anyone any harm. that is, unless you're on his bad side, in which case you'll be seeing a lot more of the "jerk" side of him than the "heart of gold" side. BUT NOT TOO EVIL ultimately, marko's intentions just aren't there for him to be the evil mastermind he has the potential of being. with the right motives, he could be an absolute horror to face off against, but aside from an occasional human killing for some fresh blood, he's not too evil. he just needs guidance towards his true potential is all. THE HYENA marko laughs a lot. like, a lot. it's equal parts a nervous tick and a heightened sense of humor for just about everything. he laughs when under stress, when happy, sad, or angry. regardless of why, it's a constant, and the tone of his laughter can often betray his real emotions if he's trying to hide whow he's feeling. BADASS BIKER one of marko's favorite things is biking; he loves motorcycles, riding them, and living the biker persona. he might not be quite as tough as some bikers, but it really does personify him. he's tough (to an extent), fearless, adventurous, and a good person. according to his own moral standards, at least. Q: HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR CHILDHOOD? [/td]A: "boring. not sure i did much, yeah? i was a pretty normal kid, then i got turned, but i don't think that exactly counts as childhood by that point!" Q: WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU THE HAPPIEST? A: "probably when i first got my bike lookin' super neat. that was pretty cool, honestly. i'm kinda in a state of euphoria at all times, though, so it's safe to answer with always, eheh." Q: HOW HONEST ARE YOU WITH OTHER PEOPLE? A: "i'm honest with everyone, unless i hate 'em. trust is an important part of bein' a leader, and even if i'm not much o' one, i still gotta make sure people can trust me with the truth, y'know?" Q: WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A LOVER? A: "an absolute hunk! haha, no, but really, a tall muscle-y hot dude would be the dream. i'm thinkin', maybe... soft spoken, and really genuine and nice. maybe a human, maybe a mutant, i don't care." Q: WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ENTERTAINMENT? A: "rock 'n' roll, baby. hard, fast, 'n' loud music, it's the best of the best! listenin' to rock and riding my bike around san creado is the life, man!" Q: WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE ABOUT YOURSELF? A: "i'd make my fangs shorter. they're cool lookin', but they get in the way, yeah? oh, personality wise? i think i'd make myself a bit more serious, honestly. more leaderly, i guess." Q: HOW DO YOU WANT TO DIE? A: "some really cool way. i'm thinkin' maybe an assassination right after i do something really cool and important would be neat." [td] aimless ----|- ambitious aloof ----|- friendly bold -|---- timid careless -|---- careful cheerful -|---- gloomy composed ---|-- excitable obeying -----| independent cynical ---|-- gullible generous -|---- stingy hardworking ---|-- lazy light-hearted -|---- grim gentle ---|-- headstrong negligent -|---- diligent orderly ----|- disorderly patient ----|- impatient playful --|--- serious poised --|--- nervous polite -|---- rude proud -|---- humble quiet -----| talkative simple ----|- frivolous thoughtless ----|- deliberate cheating ---|-- fair vengeful --|--- forgiving apathetic -----| passionate suspicious ----|- trusting submissive or dominant?
[/td][/tr][/table]outgoing or shy? clubs or bars? beer or wine? big or small? dog or cat? new clothes or vintage? party person or small group? expensive car or home? walking or running? sweater or hoodie? motorcycle or bike? vegetables or meat? intelligence or humor? money or love? city or countryside? work or play? truth or feelings? rain or shine? punch or kick? sculpture or painting? tea or coffee? Re: BITE ME ;; - MARKO ! - 07-15-2018 appearance
sleep all day, party all night, never die. never grow old, but you must feed. Re: BITE ME ;; - MARKO ! - 07-16-2018 [align=center] history [table][tr][td] [/td] [td] april 20, 1981
marko was born with little to no fanfare, seeing as he was a rather normal kid. it’s unknown whether or not he was named marko. july 31, 1997
he first met and began to hang out with vampires. a human friend bet that he’d get turned by the end of the year. september 6, 1997
he dropped out of high school after his grades began plummeting, dedicating most of his time to befriending the vampires. july 11, 1998
a vamp by the name of rialto turned marko in a classic style, biting him on the neck. before this point, marko retains almost no memory. november 7, 2001
with the other vampires, they left to a small beach town known as san creado and began to live there in secret. xxxx, 2002
a giant earthquake and tsunami destroyed san creado after major pollution began to push people out of the town. june 6, 2006
marko and the other vampires began to fully integrate into the shards of society left in the town. he also found an old motorcycle half-destroyed in the rubble and claimed it as his own. june 9, 2013
he finished restoring the motorcycle, including stripping it down to the bare essentials to make it appear skeletal. may 30, 2018
marko deemed himself “undertaker,” or leader, of san creado’s residents. most people didn’t care, meaning his claim was successful. july 12, 2018
[/td]san creados guide was created, kicking off modern history for the small town. [td] [/td] [/tr][/table] Re: BITE ME ;; - MARKO ! - 07-16-2018 [align=center] MARKO - ASSASSIN DARK ELF !!!
[table][tr][td]strength: 8/10 dexterity: 6/10 constitution: 4/10[/td] [td]intelligence: 7/10 wisdom: 1/10 charisma: 9/10 [/td][/tr][/table] the boys are back in town - thin lizzy
back in black - ac/dc walk this way - run-dmc wanted dead or alive - bon jovi we're not gonna take it - twisted sister ROCK 'N' ROLL!!! [table][tr][td]aries sun
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[table][tr][td][color=#0F1F1F]CHARIZARD PIDGEOT ELECTIVIRE HOUNDOOM[/td] [td][color=#0F1F1F] SABLEYE CROBAT SCIZOR [/td] [/tr][/table]
Enjoy life! It is better to be happy than wise.
Lucky numbers: 03 08 14 22 31 34
Do what you want, when you want, and you will be rewarded.
Lucky numbers: 06 35 26 12 19 28
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
Lucky numbers: 32 29 50 44 18 10 Re: BITE ME ;; - MARKO ! - 07-23-2018 [table]
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[/td]mood: cheery "go ahead and jump !" —— ✧ — would kill ✧ — hates ✧ — fearful of ✧ — doesn't trust ✧ — dislikes ✧ — unsure of ✧ — indifferent to ✧ — fascinated by ✧ — amused by ✧ — wants to know better ✧ — likes ✧ — respects ✧ — admires ✧ — trusts with some things ✧ — crushes on ✧ — loves ✧ — considers as family ✧ — trusts with everything ✧ — in love with ✧ — would die for [td] FRIENDS LIST
RIALTO — ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧rialto, rialto, what to say? he turned me, for one, so i gotta love him for that. never grow old, never die, that whole shebang. he's a lifeline, really, and i frankly can't imagine where i'd be without him. he's practically family, and i'll honestly never be able to pay him back. he might be the most important person in my life.. and un-life, heh. oh, and fuck his phone stuff, honestly. ALEXANDER — ✧✧✧✧✧✧ this dumbass is great, honestly. alex is the reason i'm a vampire, ultimately, and i still kinda look up to him as much as i did when i was a human as i do now. we've kinda turned into brothers, moreso than me and rialto, really. he annoys me, and i annoy him back, and it's all in good fun. unless he touches my bike. CATHERYN — ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ oh cat, what could i say to you without you sounding ready to kill me? nothing. but that doesn't matter, since we're vamp gang, and i love her just the same! she's kinda like a rock, she keeps me weighed back in with reality, and since i know people think i'm a bit of a ditz, that's pretty damn useful. even if i'm not, for the record. EZRA — ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ this guy's real strange to me, yeah? i don't think he especially likes me, but he seems to do more than just tolerate me, which is a lot more than what some people can manage. i dunno. ezra likes his plants, and i like my birds, and i try to leave him alone, and it generally works. he's neat. kinda handsome, too, but that doesn't really matter. archive
[/td][/tr][/table]Re: BITE ME ;; - MARKO ! - 08-12-2018 [align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;color:white;"]who was he? the boy didn’t know. all he knew was that he was extremely lightheaded, and that there were a few people around him, laughing and talking. he groaned, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. it felt like he was gaining feeling in waves, pain washing over him every few seconds, leaving him unsure of what the people nearby were doing. at least they seemed to stop talking, but his ears were ringing and he could barely really hear them, anyways. it seemed like everything hurt more with each passing second. one of the people must have had their hands on him, because the boy was now upright, although he stumbled into the grasp of another person, and then his vision went white. an unknown amount of time went by, and he was back in a sitting position, head against the wall. while his eyesight was still beyond blurry, he could make out the two faces in front of him as having equal parts amusement and worry. [color=floralwhite]“feel alright, youngblood?” one of them asked, leaning forward and placing their hand on his shoulder. the boy didn’t respond, out of a multitude of factors, including pain and not even knowing how to answer the question. it felt deceptively complex. the previously silent one laughed, and the boy noticed a red substance covering the laughing one’s face, especially around his mouth. and maybe his eyesight was lying to him, but he swore he saw fangs. the former shushed the latter, though, and the air seemed to go dead. they were still expecting him to answer. [color=floralwhite]“youngblood..?” the boy slurred in reply. his throat was so sore that he could barely get the word out, and just saying it prompted a horrible coughing fit. his vision seemed to leave him slightly more with each hacking cough, and was left barely able to see by the time he got himself under control. the two were talking to him, but he couldn’t hear at that point. not that he figured he would’ve listened to them, anyways. a day went by. the room was too bright, a lamp and a television keeping everything about as bright as possible. some cartoon was on the tv, too loud, too annoying, too much. while he wasn’t sure who he was, exactly, his memory had been returning enough for him to know that the room was definitely not his, even if he was told his belongings were there. everything was still too painful to bear, but he at least had a room to himself. he was still trying to wrap his brain around the proceedings. apparently, he was friends with a small group of vampires, and had let them turn him. what he didn’t know was that it would hurt. one of them, what was their name, entered the room slowly, holding a glass of red liquid. the boy moved to the corner of his bed, cradling his head in his hands as whatstheirface sat down beside him. [color=floralwhite]“you look incredible dumb, youngblood,” they said, giving him the cup of blood. he took it and drank it quickly, trying to stop himself from thinking about how weird it tasted. it was intensely disgusting, but was really the only solace to all of the pain. he licked his lips and handed the glass back to whatstheirface. they stood up and began to walk out. even if it hurt to, the boy couldn’t help but talk. [color=floralwhite]“what’s my name? i... i still don’t remember it,” he croaked. whatstheirface turned on their heel and looked to him, mouth hanging open as if he wasn’t sure exactly how to respond. [color=floralwhite]“it's your choice of what it is, youngblood,” they said. [color=floralwhite]“but—” [color=floralwhite]“when you feel like you deserve a name, kiddo, give yourself a name.” they walked out and closed the door. disappointed, the boy sighed, lay down on the bed, and stared at the too-bright wall until he fell asleep, which never really ended up happening. Re: BITE ME ;; - MARKO ! - 08-15-2018 [align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;color:white;"]john laughed along with his vampiric cohorts as he sat in the back seat of their car, barely even watching the movie. drive-in theaters were a fun novelty like that, letting him talk to alex and rialto and just, like, live out his dream. after all, he was a punk now. he’d stitched more patches into his jacket, hell, he even added some spikes. sure, he still didn’t own a motorcycle, but it wouldn’t be of much use considering he exactly didn’t have a driver’s license at all. whatever. the movie was over soon, though, and they had to leave, since that’s what people did when movies ended at theaters. unfortunately for them, sneaking multiple movies in without buying more tickets was significantly harder when in a car. [color=floralwhite]“hey, johnnyboy! polidori, what’chu want for food?” rialto hollered, leaning over the passenger-side seat to look at him. john laughed lightly, taking a sip of his soda to give him a second to think. [color=floralwhite]“poli, man, what do y—” [color=floralwhite]“how ‘bout chinese?” john suggested, a chuckle still finding it’s way into his voice. [color=floralwhite]“oh, poli wants chinese, ri, he wants chinese!” alex yelled, shoving rialto in the shoulder before actually, like, driving. in all honesty, john never really felt safe with alex as driver, but seeing as he didn’t know how to drive and rialto freaked him out even more, it was probably for the best. the eldest vampire drove them to some takeout place, they all got their chinese food, and then they were off to somewhere. john actually didn't know where they were heading. [color=floralwhite]“are you guys, like, driving me home, or… where’re we goin’?” he asked, feeling almost compelled to know. [color=floralwhite]“nah, dude. it's like, like, a special surprise party for us, thrown by ourselves, and you happen to be there too,” alex said, prompting laughter from rialto that went generally unquestioned, seeing as alex was already onto another topic. [color=floralwhite]“look, john, it's a skatepark! remember when you skated, thought you were hot shit?” [color=floralwhite]“he don't remember that, man, the kid's a knucklehead! hey, why don't we listen to some wu-tang clan?” rialto said, leaning over his seat and taunting john. [color=floralwhite]“hell yeah, dude!” alex turned the radio up, tuning in to some pop station that definitely didn’t sound a thing like rap. [color=floralwhite]“so, johnny, remember when you skated ‘n’ thought you were hot shit?” apparently this was an important conversation to have. john considered not replying, but… whatever. they were bound to laugh at whatever he said or didn’t say, and he still really needed to learn how to not care about all the things they said. [color=floralwhite]“i used to surf, too, man.” it seemed like a silent challenge of withholding laughter, which rialto lost after a good three seconds. [color=floralwhite]“good god, kiddo, you’re fuckin—like, like, you’re something, did you know that?” john laughed before splitting apart his chopsticks and digging into his cheap chow mein. they ended up at the vamp-hive, the tiny apartment that all of the vampires seemed to live at. he hadn’t been around there that much, seeing as rialto and alex liked to drag him off to various locations that seemed like they were chosen on a complete whim, but he did kinda like the apartment and the clearly clashing styles and the personality. alex was right when they told john he really did fit in with all of them, even if that was by not really fitting in with them at all. the scary chick was around, and she and alex spoke for an uncomfortably long amount of time before rialto ushered john into the sole bedroom, which had one bed despite the apartment being used by three whole people. rialto murmured something angrily about how the scary chick always hogged it so they had to sleep on the couch or floor. john thought that was kinda funny, but only because he was so used to rialto mostly having the upper hand in terms of who was suffering. [color=floralwhite]“so, monsieur polidori, i have a proposition. how ‘bout you give immortality a shot.” the vampire said, gesturing for john to sit down on the bed. his tone was oddly threatening, and while usually he might joke around and totally not sit down, it felt like that was for a different situation. [color=floralwhite]“you game?” john took a breath. [color=floralwhite]“what do you mean?” he asked, having a feeling he knew what rialto meant. [color=floralwhite]“i mean i wanna turn you, numbskull.” [color=floralwhite]“oh.” alex waltzed in and shut the door behind themselves, darkening the room by a considerable margin. [color=floralwhite]“ri, ‘ve you told him the plan yet?” a plan. that was a good sign that john wouldn’t have a single choice in anything that was about to happen in the next hour or so. [color=floralwhite]“you guys are gonna turn me, aren’t you,” he mumbled, pulling his knees up to his chest. a harsh feeling of anxiety bubbled up inside him when alex and rialto laughed. [color=floralwhite]“i’m not… sure...” [color=floralwhite]“so?” rialto asked. [color=floralwhite]“poli, kid, since when has anything gone wrong when hanging out with us?” john opened his mouth to speak, but the vampire continued talking. [color=floralwhite]“besides the whole you-almost-falling-off-a-high-rise situation.” the punk didn’t reply soon enough for the two of them to not start taunting him. [color=floralwhite]“i just… i dunno. what if i end up like cat?” he was only half-kidding, too scared to really ask what would happen if it went poorly in any way. alex wheezed with laughter. [color=floralwhite]“she’s even more of a freak accident than your fashion sense, johnny!! look, we wouldn’t want this for you if we weren’t confident in this shit, got it? we just don’t want you to succumb to the fate mortals have.” [color=floralwhite]“yeah, poli, we think you’re that neat!” rialto said, punching his shoulder and sitting down beside him. [color=floralwhite]“we only want the best for you! b’sides, it doesn’t hurt much.” [color=floralwhite]“and we have blackmail,” alex added. john opened his mouth, mind blank. he was a bit scared, but… they were usually right about things like that. [color=floralwhite]“i...” he started nodding despite his mixed emotions. [color=floralwhite]“alright, alright, yeah. i.. i guess we can do this.” the two vampires cheered, and soon rialto’s mouth was on john’s neck. there seemed to be a moment of hesitation, a breath or two, before any move was made. then, the moment hit. rialto sunk his fangs in, eliciting such a great enough moment of pain that john instinctively tried to push the vampire away. his strength seemed to drain from him after moments, and even if he did manage to get rialto off of him once, there was no way of pushing him off another time. [color=floralwhite]“see you on the other side, johnny,” alex said, voice sounding almost as if it was coming from another room. time seemed to distort, and his senses began to dull severely. john’s vision faded entirely, then his consciousness, then his memory. |