Post by Marcus Harding on Feb 5, 2009 23:27:04 GMT -4
[/color] his powers
MARCUSJAMES, HARDING
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You'll find me in the same spot
Believe me I could never stop
My life's turned upside down
Meet me out past the train tracks
I'm leaving and not coming back
You're right and I was wrong.
;;_back to BASICS
name;; Marcus J. Harding
nickname;; Mark
age;; 18
birthday;; October 10th, 2002
place of birth;; Seattle, Washington
gender;; xy
sexuality;; Bi
canon;; nope
year;; Senior
occupation;; Part time at the Movie Theater.
;;_craving for POWER
power clique;; Teleports
sub-skill;; Pinpoint
ability stats;; the stat points will be given by the admins upon approval of application. The better the app, the more the stat points given, so make it impressive. For more help please go here.power;; signifies your characters power level
control;; signifies your characters control level
sub-skill;; signifies your characters mastery of his/her sub-skill
known limits;; Mark has had problems arise and fall with his powers over the years. The one that always remains the same is his dizzyness after using his powers over a continuous amount of time. He can't teleport from somewhere like St. Louis to India, if he tried it would take him a few times and he would probably knock himself out due to the continuous use of his main powers. He longest he has ever gone in one "jump" as he likes to call them is the distance between New York and Washington State, making him easy to jump across the United States, but that uses a lot of his power, even though his sub-power makes up for most of it, causing him not to pass out as easily as before. He has been known to have glitches with his powers when he is sick, causing a simple sneeze to turn into a jump into the Artic. He has great control, but he still has his slips up when that happens. Another set back is his nightmares, which he has learned to get rid of on occasion, but sometimes when he has one he will have another glitch and teleport as a self-defense process, usually teleporting to the last safe place he was at.
power history;;
Mark always thought he was different ever since he grew a conscience at the age of five. He felt like he could do something extrodinary, and his parents never lived that dream for him. He started having dreams one night, some turning into nightmare, and he would wake up and find himself on his parents bed. It got worse when he was seven, his dreams causing him to jump all the way across state to his grandparent's house. That was when he learned what he could do.
He spent the next few years learning to take control of his power. He soon found himself able to teleport to school and back in just a couple of seconds, soon causing it to happen in the blink of an eye. He kept up with his powers as he soon found out that he could recall places and maps that he had looked at when he "jumped", allowing him to be able to actuall pinpoint his exact point of return. He kept this up until he was eight when his parents hit a rough spot and they basically lost everything. He had always loved to watch the old cops and robbers movies when he was little. It was when he was watching one of those movies that an idea sprang into his head. What would kids in need with this power do? Rob banks of course!
;;_mirrors reveal real APPEARANCE
celeb claim;; Billie Joe Armstrong
height;; 6'0
weight;; 170
eye color;; Green
hair color;; Jet Black
assets;; His Smile and Eyes
flaw;; His belly button, its an inny/outie, and his nose.
distinguishing mark;; He has a scar that runs adjacently down his back from where his dad cut him one time.
Mark stands at six feet even, weighing his usual one-hundered and seventy pounds, something that he has managed to keep even half his life. He has these off-beat green eyes, that are sometimes mistaken for Hazel because of the tiny bits of gold in them. His hair was once a soft brown that was cut short, but over his stay at Sententia, he has let it grow out some and has managed to dye it jet black. His hair is usually unkempt, falling in every which way, but when he feels like it he can usually style it in some sort of new age punk anthem style cut.
Mark is usually seen wearing, well what ever is on his bedroom floor. His outfit usually consits of punkish clothing, which includes his band t-shirts, ripped up skinny jeans, his leather jacket, his size 6 gauges, and his favorite colored wristbands that you see around the mall. He is always caught wearing the same pair of shoes no matter what. His faded black vans with the checkerboard design, all dirty, running up the side of his shoes, his shoelaces matching the design.ESCENTRIC, SEXY, LONELY
;;_we have our own INDIVIDUALITY
likes;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] music
[/li][li][/color] his mother
[/li][li][/color] school
[/li][li][/color] his "secret" jobs[/li][/ul]
dislikes;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] his actual job
[/li][li][/color] spiders
[/li][li][/color] Idiots
[/li][li][/color] cops[/li][/ul]
dreams;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] Master every aspect of his ability
[/li][li][/color] Live a good life
[/li][li][/color] Graduate
[/li][li][/color] Be rich.[/li][/ul]
fears;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] Live Alone
[/li][li][/color] Die young
[/li][li][/color] Spiders
[/li][li][/color] Not Graduating[/li][/ul]
eccentricities;; Marcus has a bad thing for boting his nails when he is extremely nervous, or well just all the time really. He also picks at the caluses that he gets on his fingers from playing guitar.
Mark's personality isn't like that of the typical student. He thinks completely different. No matter where he goes he almost seems to know every measurement of every wall, the thickness of it, the easy it would to jump through to the other side, leaving his mind usually clogged full over basic measurements he uses when he is robbing banks. His mind just seems to process different then thouse housed by the typical student. Marcus is a smart kid, but he finds himself a little preoccupied at times with this information streaming in and out.
He is typically highy organized, which explains why he makes such good grades even though he goofs off in class. It's kinda ironic actually, due to his messy look that he could actually be organized, but it's true. He is a goof ball in school, always finding a way to make his classmates laugh and have a good time. He even soemtimes gets the teacher to start cracking up, but yet that is so rare. He is usually set out of class at least twice a week because of it all, but he could care less. Life to him is all fun and games.
He was never considered an outcast, nor a rebel, although he did dress very much like one. He has always been friendly towards those who don't cause him trouble or drama. If someone does try to start something about him, he tends to lose all trust with them, quickly leaving them behind in the dust along with all his past feelings about them.
One thing he hates though is rules. He feels that with his power he doesn't have to obey them, allowing him to escape any situation where he might get caught. When people try to boss him around he typically gets angry and his temper soars through the roof, which when this happens it's hard to get him to calm down. He has gotten in a few fights because of his attitude, but he usually ends up leaving because he knows fighting someone is just one more step closer to getting caught at what he is doing.
;;_we owe it all to HISTORY
father's name;; Randy Harding
mother's name;; Sara Harding
siblings name;; None
significant other;; Single
children's name;; None
others;; He has a little gray and black tabby cat named Lucky, even though he's not lucky at all.
It all began with a simple rush to the hospital. In those waking moments in the delivery room, Marcus James Harding's story began. Born on October 10, 2002, to one Mr. and Mrs. Randy J. Harding, Marcus was watched over carefully by his mother Sara. His parents were barely making a living at that time, and both knew that a new baby would be a handful, causing more problems and complications with money, but they both loved Marcus and a week later ended up rolling out the doors of the hospital, and back to the slums of Seattle. His mother ended up quiting her job, and his dad, who already had two jobs, picked up another two and worked an almost 22 hour shift. He did have his days off, but they were spent sleeping in instead of playing with Marcus.
When Marcus reached the age of 5, his mom picked up her two jobs and left him in the care of his grandparents. Around this age is when Marcus started to realize a bunch of things. He realized and established the difference between right and wrong. He also matured very quickly, even though later on he kinda reverted back. His grandparents were quite surprised. a typical five year old would act out, but Marcus didn't. He always listened and followed directions. They placed him in school early, as a test to see if he could handle it all. He did, but he started to feel different then the other kids. Everyone else was so normal. They had mothers and fathers who weren't poor, or busy 24/7, but loved their kids. He also felt like he could do something the other kids couldn't, but he didn't know what it was yet. He made good grades throughout his first year of kindergarden, proving to his grandparents that he could handle it all.
The next few years is when his powers kicked into overdrive. He had mini-episodes all thoughout school, jumping from place to place without an explanation. They soon had to pull him from school when he was 10. He was sad at first, but soon loved it cause it ment more time with mom, who had recently quit her job to homeschool him again. He loved it at first, but he felt bad because his mom had given up her job for him, and their money grew thin rather quickly each month. He felt like he needed a way to pay her back, and soon found it when he was watching one of his favorite bank robbing movies. He was going to rob banks. He felt sure of himself, knowing that he had learned to almost master his ability to jump short distances over the years. The next week he found himself at the bank. He jumped in and out in a flash, grabbing a good Ten Thousand Dollars that day and having one of his daddy's friends deposit it in their bank account. His parents took it as a blessing from God, praying thanks to him everynight.
As the years flew by, so did the money, as well as the number of bank robberies by the "Mystic Ghost". He had almost been caught one time on camera, a image of him half way teleported was caught on and appeared as a silver blurr, nicknaming him the white ghost. He was now 16, and decided it was time to settle down. He was contacted by a group of people after his parents moved to St. Louis, telling him that he needed to settle down and gain more control over his powers. He complied, especially since he was almost caught, and soon moved into Sententia Academy, learning how to soon control his gift better. After a year went by he started up on his jobs again, just enough to help pay for school and give extra to his parents, who were running lower and lower each day as they became spoiled with wealth. He now sits and waits patiently to walk up onto the graduation platform and get his diploma, so he can finally live his own life.
;;_totally out of CHARACTER
real name;; Jay
age;; 17
rp skill;; intermediate
rping length;; 4 years or so
read the power guideline;; Fruitcake
where did you find us;; proboards support
rp sample;;
character adoption;; no
Derick watched as she backed away gently, her warm touch fading from his icy cold skin. It all felt like a dream to him, like it didn't matter what he did next, that he was actually free for once in his life. He nodded gently, though unintentionally, his mind blocking himself from talking or speaking. His sub conscience moved his body, and Derick's soul just sat back and watched, crying softly on the inside as she told him how she felt back. It really was too late, and he had messed up their friendship now. He knew it was true that he did. He knew she would never look at him the same again, that she would always feel guilty because she didn't love him back, and Derick didn't want that. He had to do what would hurt him the most at this moment.
"I understand."
His voice was soft and smooth, his eyes turning from his newly brightened forest green back to the dull and lifeless gray that he had bared once before tonight. He watched as she turned away. How could he be so stupid at this point? She didn't need him complicating everything that was going on? He remembered walking in on Her and Tyler in the Garage, and the fight that broke out. He felt awful, he just sat there and watched behind the slightly frosted glass window, when he could of jumped in there at any point and stopped them both, but it felt good to see Tyler get hurt. It let Derick know that he was vulnerable. He looked down as the thoughts of hurting Tyler melted away like ice. He sighed as she spoke once again.
"I don't hate you Katt."
He told her with a soft smile, even though it was totally fake. He had become quite the actor over the years with his fake smiles and tones of sympathetic voices for when emotional problems presented themselves. The one thing that always stayed true though was his eyes, and Katt knew that, but he really didn't hate her at this point. He was just really annoyed at her.
"Just....Good-night Katt"
Derick turned around and stuck his hands in his pockets. He sighed as he started to walk away towards the locker rooms to collect his jacket. It still felt like a dream, but he knew it was all real and happening. That night he decided to just stay away from her, but he knew that wouldn't last long with her nack for getting in trouble. Socially he decided to stay away from Katt.....for good. He glanced over at her, seeing a single tear roll down her cheeks. He turned and kept walking, not caring anymore at that point in the night.
;;_chapter one: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
here are some questions we will be asking for this first chapter of the plot.
willing to get your character murdered;; no
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