Marcus Valentine

[Marcus Valentine]

Sing For Absolution¡¿

“what is your name?’
{Cam}... for we are many {Twenty-two}.’
“summoning the old man{PM} takes{None}.’
“hell is any placeon earth over a matter of years{Eight Years}.’

tiptoe to your room a starlight in the gloom
i only dream of you and you never knew

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[/b] Marcus Valentine
Nickname:; None
Age:; 17
Placement in the World:; Demigod
Gender:; Male
Sexuality:; Straight
Gifts:;
School Year:; Junior
GODLY Parent:; Ares
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lips are turning blue a kiss that can't renew
i only dream of you my beautiful[/font][/i]

[/b] Cam Gigandet
Hair Color:; Short blonde hair that's generally spiked up.
Eye Color:; Icy blue with a piercing quality.
Height:; 6'0"
Tattoos & Piercings:; None
Overall:; The most noticeable thing about Marcus is his eyes, something about the intensity combined with the frosty blue color seems to give people the impression that he's able to stare right into their minds. However as soon as he breaks into a smile, this fear is easily put away as his eyes seem to smile right along with his lips. He's of average height, standing at six foot even, and he has an extremely athletic build due to constant time spent training and exercising, always focusing on keeping his body in fighting shape. He has an air of confidence about him that is undeniable, whether that be due to the cockiness he possibly inherited from his father or the fact that he knows he's attractive is undetermined, but it's still present. A single scar can be seen across his right eyebrow, oddly enough in the shape of a broken beer bottle, go figure. However underneath his clothing, lining his chest, back, and shoulders are a plethora of battle scars from various incidents, each with their own unique and entertaining story.
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there's nowhere left to hide in no one to confide
the truth runs deep inside and will never die [/font][/i]

[/b] Women, Music, Fighting, Food of any kind in mass quantities, Nicotine, Women, UFC, Any kind of workout activity, 90's Rap Music, Women, Asian People, Protecting his friends, annnnd Women.
Dislikes:; Stupid people, Girls who fall in love too easily, Police, Ares, The Gods in general, Anyone messing with someone he cares for, Stuck-up women, Country music, and Justin Bieber.
Desires:; To completely master every area of combat he can find, To have a successful music career as a white rapper (Such an original idea.), To one day be able to go up to Olympus and kick his father's ass, To find that one special girl that makes him forget about all of the others.
Fears:; Being defeated, Ending up like his mother, He might accidentally kill someone he doesn't intend to.
Strengths:; He is very smart and observant, he has a natural ability with the spoken word that would put most public speakers to shame, He is an incredible fighter and can back up any threat he issues.
Weaknesses:; He has a very short temper when provoked and can easily be pushed to violence, He has a tendency to unintentionally "play" girls, There's no filter between his brain and his mouth and thus he sometimes can't control what he says, If food is left out in the open, he -will- grab it.
Goals:; To one day kick his father's ass, and to one day make a baby Marcus.
Regrets:; Not doing more to help his mother become sober while she was alive, Starting the fight that ended in her death.
Quirks:; He smirks when he thinks he's funny, and scratches his neck when he's feeling uneasy.
Secrets:; His over-confidence and player-tendencies are a cover for the fact that he's scared of becoming close to someone and having them taken away from him again.
Overall:; Marcus is a 'people person' in nearly every sense of the word. Upon first encounters he is generally very nice and humorous, often entertaining whoever is within ear-range and willing to listen. He's very quick with his comebacks and seems to have an opinion about every topic, but he also has a sincereness and a generosity about him that seems to draw people in and make them want to talk with him more. He's a very loyal friend and will defend the people he cares about to his death if it calls for it. However if he is met with hostility or disrespect, he becomes a completely different person. Instead of jokes and quips, he becomes quiet and tense. It is well known around anyone that's known Marcus for longer than a few weeks that if he becomes silent and tense, the best thing to do would be to leave him alone, the alternative is never pretty.
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our wrongs remain unrectified
i only dream of you and you never knew[/font][/i]

[/b] Compton, Los Angeles, California
Parents:; Juliana Valentine (Deceased) , Ares
Siblings:; None besides other Demi-God siblings.
Martial Status:; Single
Overall History:; Juliana Valentine was a bright young movie star in her prime, she was being cast in all of the latest productions and was grossing more money than most actresses ever see. It seemed she had the world at her disposal, that was until she met the man that would take away everything from her. He had been incredible to her, no man before had ever compared in the sheer breathtaking ability that he posessed. From the moment she laid eyes upon him during a high-end Hollywood party, she knew that she was going to fall madly in love with him.

Their affair lasted for several passionate weeks, only to end abruptly when the man chose to admit to the woman who he truely was, and also decided to reveal that he had no true intention of staying with her and that she was only there to occupy his time. Naturally the combined effect of being heartbroken with the fact of discovering your previous lover was a Greek God, destroyed her. It broke her down to the very core of her being, but she was determined to remain strong, that is until she found out she was pregnant and lost all of her upcoming movie deals in the process. No one wanted to hire a woman that was going to be out-of-commission for the last 5 months of her pregnancy.

So after she gave birth to Marcus, they moved in with her father in a rather terrible part of Los Angeles that was very notorious at the time, Compton. She was determined to move her family out of the ghetto as quickly as possible and set about filling her schedule working at one job or another. However well fought, the battle was hopeless and she quickly fell into debt with having to take care of Marcus and her fading father. So she turned to the same thing that every person does when facing a crisis, self-medication.

Drugs seemed to take the woman's soul and turn her into something completely twisted and vicious. Marcus was the death of her acting career, atleast in her eyes, and as he grew up she reminded him of this constantly. To say she was a terrible mother would have been an understatement, she would have taken the "Mommy Dearest" award without pause. So of course as soon as he was able to walk, Marcus began to explore his neighborhood.

Here is where he did the majority of his growing up, learning how to survive in the harsh environment of one of the most dangerous places in LA. It didn't take long for him to fall in with the local gangs and even into drugs. However it became quickly apparent that Marcus was a natural fighter, and even though he was smaller than most of the other kids at his age, he was able to beat any of them in a fight. It became so that Marcus was becoming somewhat infamous around the block for being the 'badass' of his area, and he was getting challenges on a daily basis.

Of course Marcus loved the attention and excitement that this brought to him and fully embraced it, letting his ego grow and his talent with females evolve. Life seemed to be going great for Marcus, until the fight that would forever change his life.

Marcus was hanging with a few of his friends outside of a local convenience store one day when they were approached by a group of guys that were from a few streets down, rivals. The biggest of the group steps forward and immediately challenges Marcus, calling him out infront of his friends. Marcus eagerly obliged and within only a few minutes had his opponent on the pavement with blood freely flowing from his the cavern in his face that his teeth used to reside in.

Marcus turned to walk away, feeling pretty good about himself, until he heard the choked words that would forever shatter his perfect existence, "....that's aight.... I'll just get yo' momma to come gimme some booty for anotha rock later anyways...."

Dead silence filled the convenience store parking lot. It was common knowledge that Marcus' mother was a crack-head, so were the parents of most of the people he knew, but it was also common knowledge that Marcus was very protective over his mother and before his friends could try and stop him, Marcus turned and unleashed into the man who was already on the ground, driving so many punches and kicks into his prone form that by the time his friends were able to drag him away and throw him in one of their cars to get him out of there, he was covered in blood and the man was no longer moving. Marcus watched through the window of the car as they drove away, watching the man's friends try and revive his decimated form.

This wasn't the first man that had died during a fight in Compton, certainly wasn't going to be the last, so Marcus had no fear of police involvement, they would just chalk it up to another gang killing and be done with it, still he couldn't help but feel like he'd killed a part of himself that day.

He knew there could possibly be retaliation from the man's gang, and so he went home to warn him mother and grandfather about it, telling them that they needed to go somewhere for the night so they would be safe. Juliana would have none of it and immediately set into Marcus, lacing him with insults and throwing whatever heavy item she could find at him, ordering him to leave her house before she called the police. She was far too twisted to see that he was telling the truth, she thought he was trying to steal her stash, you know the typical thoughts of a crackhead.

Marcus had no choice but to leave, and not ten minutes after he'd left the house to stay at his friends, he heard gunshots from down the block and a cold chill went up his spine. The gangsters had retaliated alright, they'd peppered the entire front part of their house with bullets, it seemed as if every square inch of the house had been shot. Juliana had been struck several times while in the kitchen, a broken crackpipe had been found on the floor next to her body. Marcus' grandfather had been hit several times while resting in his recliner, he'd been sleeping.

Since Marcus was still a minor, he became a ward of the state and was immediately put into foster care. However that lasted all of two days before a mysterious man in a suit appeared at the orphanage asking for him. The man wouldn't speak to him personally but it was clear that he was taking Marcus somewhere, and that he had all the right documentation to secure his release. Once he was within the man's vehicle, he was informed that he was going to be taken to a school for others like him, that this was a favor from his father, the only one he would receive.

Marcus had been told by his mother about who his father was, but of course he'd never really believed her, always thinking it was the pipe talking and not her. But now, for some reason this complete stranger had told him the exact same details, and it felt... right, he knew that disbelief was pointless, he could feel that it was correct. He'd always known he was different than the others around him, he'd always known there was some reason for his skills in fighting, now he knew why.
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falling from your grace
FIN[/font][/i]

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Asriel smiled at her comment, not really knowing what to say to it. He didn't think he would be necessarily "skilled" at it, considering he'd only done it a few times in his thousands of years of life, or atleast he'd only done it a few times as himself. When he was without a soul he was nothing short of a man-slut, though most of those acts had been with Cerelia. He tried to take his mind off of that subject as he leaned forward and placed another kiss on her lips, a gentler one this time. He'd never felt more comfortable with anyone, he didn't have to put up a shell around himself when he was with her, he was safe.

It was then that he caught a smell and his right eyebrow perked, ....coffee...? He then heard the voice and immediately he pulled away from Danielle, shock registering all over his features as his eyebrows widened. This was obviously Danielle's Watcher, Dane Beaudde. Though he had never personally met the man, he'd heard Danielle talk about him alot and could tell by how she spoke of him that she loved him like a father figure and he had the same fatherly love towards her. Now this caught Asriel in a similar scenario to when Danielle's aunt and uncle had walked in on them.

He had absolutely no idea what to do as he felt his entire body freeze up and become extremely tense. His mind went blank and if there was any way he could turn a shade whiter, he would have. He wasn't sure of how to act around this man, should be formal, should he be friendly, should he just leave? He didn't know what to do really and so he just stood there. "I... uh.... erm.... uh.... I was just........ Danielle...?" He asked, looking towards her with a pleading look on his face, begging her help.

(Sorry if the app sucks, I'm tired, my brain hurts, and I hate apps lol. But I'll be more than happy to change anything if you wish.)


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