Post by Marcuss Iscariot on Oct 24, 2010 22:45:18 GMT -5
MarcussAlucard Iscariot
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→ FULL NAME Marcuss Alucard Iscariot
→ NICKNAME The Predator
→ AGE 26
→ GENDER male
→ SPECIESHuman
→ BLOOD TYPE O Negative
→ OCCUPATION Assassin, hitman, mafioso, Former U.S. Marine
→ PLAY BY-Eric Mabius
→ HAIR-Marcuss has longer jet black hair. His bangs hang in front of his face, sometimes blocking even his vision. He keeps his hair parted down the middle.
→ EYES His iris goes from a dark grey to a light blue just before his pupil.
→ STATS six foot two inches, two hundred five pounds
→ BODY Marcuss has a buff body build from a strenuous career in the US military. He has a 76 inch reach, as well as lightly tanned skin tone.
→ FEATURES Marcuss carries a scar going up the bridge of the left side of his nose, traveling up his forehead to his scalp. On his right arm, he bares the tattoo "SPEAK with the DEAD". He has the words "AEQUITAS" tattooed across his left knucles. On his left ankle, He has an eagle, globe, and anchor engraved into his skin.. most likely done with a bladed weapon. And finally, going down his back he has the words "BORN to KILL" Branded with a hot iron.
→ WARDROBE Marcuss usually dresses in black or dark grey Giorgio Armani suits, with the collar flared up. He always wears a black, with red pin striped collared, long sleeved shirt underneath his suits..
→ LIKES - Good Food
- Peace and quiet
- Fighting
- Causing others pain
- Firearms
- Asian culture
→ DISLIKES - Seeing people in love
- Loud noises
- Being around a big group of people
- Liars
- Water
- Wise guys
→ STRENGTHS - Marksmanship
- Martial arts
- Strong will to live
- Survival skills
→ WEAKNESSES - He suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
- Over analyzes situations
- Never completely sure of himself
- Russian Women
→ SKILLS - Guerilla warfare
- Manipulation
→ FEARS - Wolves
- Heights
→ FULL PERSONALITY - Marcuss suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from his time in war, and has major shell shock. At one time, he may not have been so, but that is unkown. He is very sadistic in nature, and has a very twisted sense of humor, and cracks jokes at inapropriate times. He is difficult to demoralize. He seems cheerful and happy one moment, to quickly shift over and become murderous, and belligerent. He shows no sympathy to anyone,and is just outright disgusted with most people he has met in the world
→ MOTHER -Sylvia Iscariot
- 45
-Human,
-Alive
→ FATHER Unknown
→ SIBLINGS None
→ IMPORTANT PEOPLE -Olga Shapaloova (ex girlfriend)
-28
-Human
-Alive
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Fakio Mishida (martial arts master)
-76
-Human
-Deceased
→ BIRTHPLACE Austin, Texas, United States
→ BIRTHDAY November fifteenth, nineteen eighty six
→ FULL HISTORY Marcuss was born to a single teenage mother, Sylvia Iscariot. He never knew his dad, but had a filler. Marcuss entered martial arts at the age of 9, under a man named Makio Nishida. This man would be the closest to a father he would ever have. He went to school at a small public school on the outskirts of Austin, Texas. His mother carried a decent job and was able to support the both of them, though she hated her job very much. Marcuss felt he was the blame for his mothers unhappiness, and believed she would have been much better off had he just never been born.
Due to his mother being away, he learned discipline, respect, and obedience through his Martial arts master. At the age of 13, he was awarded his first degree black belt. He would later go on to highschool where he fit in just fine, and had a few friends here and there. Then one day walking through a park, he met an amazing woman.
Her name was Olga, and he was immediately in love with her. She told him of her life, and how she was born in Moscow, Russia; and had lived there for the first 4 years of her life. She then explained how she had lived in a bunch of different countries throughout her entire life, because her parents loved to move and travel, and somehow they had ended up in his very own town.
She seemed a bit odd, but then again someone different was what he had longed for. He was sure that she would be the one he would marry. They spent much time together throughout his highschool years, until the beggining of his senior year. She explained to him how her family was moving once again,and she would have no choice but to go since she was unable to go to school at his town, in his desperation, he tried to keep her with him, but his efforts were redundant. The day before she left, he showed up at her door to speak with her. They two shared a moment embracing each other before she started to walk away. "Will I ever see you again?!" he yelled out to her. She stopped dead in her tracks and replied "I certainly hope so..". And then she was gone.
With no memories except the void in his chest. He was sent into a major depression. His mom had no idea what was wrong with him, his friends were clueless. The only one who could put the puzzle together was master Mishida. He urged Marcuss to pour out to him, but it was no use. Marcuss had become a mute. With only a few months left of his senior year, he made the decision to enlist in the U.S. Marine Corps. The war in Afghanistan was still in heat, and he was urged by his mother and long time master and friend to remain here. He refused, feeling that there was no place for him in this town anymore. He enlisted and was shipped out to San Diego for training the day after he graduated.
He went through 3 months of grueling Marine basic, to graduate top of his class. He was then optioned for Team Recon. He endured that training as well, graduating once again at the top of his class. After graduation, he was awarded the rank of Sergeant. 2 weeks after his graduation, he was deployed into the Korengal Valley to aid in Operation Enduring Freedom. This would be the first place Marcuss ever killed a man. It would turn out the first man he shot was just an innocent civillian. He claimed it was too early in the morning, and he thought he had a gun in his hand. He was dropped of all charges.
After getting back from a routine patrol one day, they got orders to go back out and reinforce another unit that was just ambushed. They rushed out to help their comrades, only to be hit with an RPG. Marcuss rolled out of the humvee, still on fire, and began to roll around to put the flames out, while the bullets were flying and explosions were going off. A piece of shrapnel from the humvee had made a huge cut going up his face, scarring him for life.
His unit was killed off, and he was the only one left alive. He was taken in as a POW by the muslim extremist group. He was held hostage, and he thought for sure he would die. Until one night, he managed to break free, killing everyone in the cave with his bare hands. He exited only to find himself at the top of a mountain, with no clue where he was.
He began to suffer from dehydration, and altitude sickness. He wandered around aimlessly, carrying a single AK-47 that he had taken from a dead guard. It wasnt until three days later he was found and taken back to be given medical treatment. This is where he would be diagnosed with PTSD by military doctors. His chain of command was amazed by his story of survival, that they chose him for additional training, and more classified missions. Marcuss became blood thirsty. He quickly earned himself the nickname "The Predator" for his merciless style of hunting and killing his enemies. The thrill of hunting and killing a human being, nothing else seemed to compare.
He carried out this lifestyle, until he got tired of disposing of his countries enemies, and them being the ones to keep all the profits. He grew tired of feeling like his governments servant. With this decision, he left the military after 8 years of service. He moved to New York and began to seek work under different Mafia families. He currently makes his living as an assassin for hire. He still to this day has not seen his mother since his time of enlistment, nore the love of his life since her emotional departure.
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Marcuss sat in the passenger side of his convoys humvee. His m-16 rifle nestled closely to his left leg. He looked out into the distant mountains. Just looking. Perhaps looking for an answer to his purpose in life. Surely he wasnt meant to stay here, just taking one life after another. What was he even fighting for? He wasn sure, he just knew it was all redundant, because nothing would ever change in this hell hole. the tires rode roughly against the rocks and dirt, kicking up clouds of dust in his face. He was used to the dirt, infact he did not feel right without the sand grains in his nostrils, and stuck in his eye lashes. The gates of his observation post came into view beyong the horizon. He reached over and picked up the radio.
"Alpha 5, this is Headhunter 8. Coming in slow and steady, prepare to open the gates."
"Roger that, Headhunter 8, you are clear for entry."
The gates began to open. He looked up above them to see the young, lower ranked Marines sitting at the guard towers, holding 240B, machine guns. He saw the look of anticipation in their eyes, they looked as though they had never taken a human life before
"They'll have their time" Marcuss thought to himself.
The humvee rolled into the outpost. They slowly drove to the motorpool, and turned the humvee off. His men began to unload the equipment and climb out. Marcuss opened his door, and stepped one foot out. The air was cold, but it felt very nice against his skin. He took his helmet off, and slung his M-16. He notied from the distance a second lieutenant heading his way.
"Afternoon sir"
Marcuss said
"Sergeant Iscariot, we need you to remobilize, Spartan 7 has been ambushed, they need your assistance."
the young officer ordered with much anxiety in his voice
"Roger that, sir"
Marcuss put his helmet back on. The adrenaline started rushing. His heart beated faster. Yet another battle for him, more useless scum to be destroyed.
"Listen up men! Headhunter 7 is in deep shit right now, and we need to go bail 'em out! I want everyone reloaded, and back in this motherfucking humvee! We're gonna go kick some hodgie ass!"
"OORAH!" His men sounded off in response to their leaders motivational words.
It was time to go to battle once again.
(if you would like this to be longer, just let me know)
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