KING, Marco Angel

[Marco King]

KING, Marco Angel

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“Some men are born mad. Some remain so.”[/b][/size][/font]
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Age: Seventeen
Species: Shuujuku
Occupation: Member of the Shuujuku
Playby: Jack E. Strify






Father: Mad-Hatter
Mother: Venezuela King
Siblings: Alexis Wolfe - Half Sister - #17
Other: Carlos King - Uncle - #43 / Brantley King - Grandfather - Deceased / Adelena Virdaine - Grandmother - #75 / Armonda King- Step Grandmother - Deceased





Likes:

• Rain
  
• People
  
• Loud Music
  
• Psychology books
  
• Communication techniques

Dislikes:

• Thunder
  
• Crowds
  
• Silence
  
• Pressure
  
• Solitude

Strengths:[/size]

• Intelligent (but insane)
  
• Athletic
  
• Perceptive (outside of hallucinations)

Weaknesses:[/size]

• Schizophrenic
  
• Can get violent under pressure.
  
• Dependent

Personality:[/size][/font] Marco can be described fairly easily on the three words that would be on his file if the authorities had ever caught him. DID. Schizophrenic. Bipolar. So, fairly simply put. Marco is insane. He has hallucinations that can either completely consume him or leave him with a mixed impression of reality. He had mood swings that could make a pregnant woman look stable, and the fact that they don't match up with his personality changes make it even worse. But majorly outside of his insanity, he is a very social person, but can panic when lost in a crowd. There is one thing and one only that can make him violent, and thats pressure. If he feels trapped he begins to get anxious, its gradual but quick if he isn't left alone. Doesn't take long for him to turn mildly violent. If he's left alone half-way there, it resembles the typical fit of the mentally unstable. Violent pacing, muttering, wild eyes. So despite how endearing he can be, Marco is undeniably insane.

His fears are a complex range that changes and switches around constantly - water, rats, needles - with only a few constants. Among them being thunder and silence. The reason Marco fears silence is because of the voices in his head. He tries to drown them out with music, thus his love for headphones, which makes silence beyond terrifying. With nothing to muffle the voices. One of the results of both that and his core personality, is that he is a very tactile person. The kind that loves any kind of reassuring touch. As long as it doesn't trap him. Like most things with the insane, the reason is simple once its explained. A touch grounds him, reassures him that he's not completely trapped in his mind during his more frightening episodes.

On top of his fears, Marco has a love for more things than is countable. Some last only a day before his mind flicks to something else, others last weeks or forever. Light whims or fantasies you could call them. Cooking is something he loves, with questionable results, animals that the kind of changes to rapidly for even his mind to keep up with sometimes. And music is one of his most intense loves, Marco is rarely seen without an ear-bud in one ear, for reasons other than drowning out the voices. He loves every kind of music. From from Metallica, Nsync to Enya. It isn't even determined by mood. Rain is another one of those things. Despite his hatred and fear of thunder, he loves to stand in the rain. Its one of the few things that quiets every level of his insanity. The only time anyone will ever be able to see him lucid - as he might have been if he hadn't been the son of the Mad-Hatter - its during the rain.




Eyes:[/size] Hetereochromic, one blue one green
Hair:[/size] Shoulder cut, front white-blond, back deep black
Physique:[/size]Looking at the general pieces of information that are noted every day about a person, Marco seems fairly ordinary, the typical 5'9, 130, lean athlete build that you see in most of Europe. On the other side, his appearance can match his mind. Double-sided. Such as his hair with its jagged, near shoulder length cut and black and white dye job. And his Hetereochromic blue and green eyes. But of course, other than those aspects, Marco just looks like your normal human on the outside. Not like the certifiable son of the Mad-Hatter that he is. He is visibly of German descent from his mother's side with pale skin and an angular face with high cheekbones.

And when it comes to fashion, aside from the Shuujuku cloak, Marco is unpredictable. Black, green, red, violet, blue. Colors can only be predicted by the fact that they go well together. Which shows that his insanity doesn't mar his fashion sense. Blue jeans, turtle-necks or long sleeves are his typical. He hates the cold and hates the exposure of T-shirts, and is never seen in them. Jewelry isn't a surprise, with his left ear lobe pierced in two places and his taste for bracelets. Necklaces on the other hand are fairly rare, but when he wears them its usually a multitude of simple chains. On top of all of it, Marco has a single tattoo that he got in his saner years, along the back of his neck and spine the Egyptian Hieroglyphics for madness and both halves of the quote 'seven deadly sins, seven ways to win' on either side..
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History: [/font]Marco's family was complicated even before the Mad-Hatter entered the picture. Venezuela's father had been the perfect son in his parent's eyes, obedient, chivalrous, but that was before he met Adelena Virdaine. Everything he'd ever dreamed of. But the fact was, she was slightly crazy. It did little to discourage him, but a year later Adelena was forgotten, and he was married to the woman his parents had pushed him towards. Armonda. Until twins were delivered to his doorstep. A boy and a girl. With her signature on a note. It brought everything back, and they were named Venezuela and Carlos, after his wife's Puerto Rica origins. But the family was never really the same with the twins under it's roof. Armonda had no idea how to deal with another woman's daughter, even if she had been conceived before even their engagement. But life went on, even as the family slowly fell apart as evidence of Adelena's mild insanity having been passed down showed up. It wasn't enough to get them put away, not even enough to get a regular therapist. But it was enough to disrupt things. But finally, the two came of age. They stuck together in life and moved out. Three years later, when Venezuela was twenty-four years old, at the prime of her youth and beauty, the Mad-Hatter first showed himself to her, drawn by the insanity she'd inherited from her mother. With her not entirely intact mind and love life attitude, she loved him despite everything. Two years was what it took with her playing hard to get, two years before she was pregnant with Marco.

Of course, her twin Carlos supported her without questioning who the father was, he didn't particularly care as long as his sister and her child made it out okay. And twelve months later, he was born. With the tell-tale German light skin and dark hair and the twinkle of insanity already in his eyes. She loved him like any mother would. And so, life went on, the family adopting a don't-ask-don't-tell attitude about her child. They could guess that he was half-legend, but they didn't really want to know who's son he was. Except for Carlos, he could guess easily the moment he saw the look in the child's eyes.

As Marco grew up, his insanity slowly progressed, from small things like mood swings and confusing tendencies to imaginary friends that shouldn't be that real to him. By the age of fifteen he talked to himself in what sounded like one-sided conversations, arguments and showed the signs of a multitude of personalities. And just like that, his insanity pushed the White Queen over the edge in the first time he was in her presence. And he woke up on Earth. His perception quickly sharpened in the unfamiliar terrain, and it didn't take him long to realise that people like him weren't welcome. He kept his distance from people, and with his personality, it was only a month before his insanity started taking on a dark edge. First it was just random fears that changed every couple of hours, but as a full year passed, his old imaginary friends started frightening him. Stopped being people he could almost see and turned into just voices in his head. Cruel voices, unpredictable voices. Voices he didn't know whose side they were on. Some of them blinded together, some of them he knew as cruel others he knew could be kind. But they all frightened him. It was during his third rainstorm in the hot and dry place he favored that he learned how soothing the rain could be, and it started to quiet everything, not just the voices. But all the noise and chaos in his head. It was during one of those storms that he reentered society. Settled into a abandoned house in a place where no one particularly cared. His mind started to calm again, his panic attacks stopped and he learned how to drown out the voices. With music that he learned to love. On the second year, his fear of thunder developed. It was during one of his episodes where he needed someone to ground him, where he usually went half out of his already crazy mind. And lighting struck one of the power lines, the black out covered half the town and then he was alone, without his music, without people, without light. Nothing but the voices. Every since then, thunder was his worst fear, worse than even complete silence.

Of course, part of his crushingly intelligent but insane mind knew the truth, buried and hidden behind over half of his nature, his insanity. That small part that made him love to get his hands on psychology books to read cover to cover, knew the reasons behind the fears. But it wasn't enough. After that year, he moved away again, giving into his restless mind, and finally, he found a place where his nature settled. Long Island Sound.



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Role-play Example:
'Come on Marc, you know its true.' Marco's thumb pushed up the button that controlled the deafening music in his ears, dual colored eyes watching the people around him as if wondering if they could hear the voices to. But they couldn't. How could they? The voices only spoke to him. 'True lad. After all, why would we need anyone else?' The teenager bit into his lip, fighting the instinct to answer Francois, wondering in the back of his mind how long it would take before the pain in his ears became actual damage. While turning up the volume. Adam Lambert worked wonders on fighting back the voices. But not Francois. Nothing drowned him out. 'Exactly Marc. Now, what were we talking about? Oh, of course, that failure of yours.'

Marco rose refusing to look at the people, movement helped. Movement distracted him. 'Come on Marco, let get real. Your never going to get rid of me. We're pals right?' "Shut up, Francois. Shut up." The German teen came to standstill, trying to get the maxed volume to turn up without much results. This was the part he hated. When there was nothing more he could to do try and muffle them. 'Really baby? After all we've been through?' And Marco picked up his pace again, eyes still tightly closed as if that would block them out. Wasn't much else he could do to fight them anymore after all was there? The door that greeted him as he opened his eyes again was a relief. Almost. All it really meant in that he'd be alone with them. 'Actually mate, you'll just be alone. Cheerio' Marco blinked warily, were they actually gone? Would they leave him alone now? His thumb numbly manipulated the volume back down again. No, no, they were still there. Quiet, but still there in the back. Always there.

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Name: Sapphire
Location: North America
RP Experience: Not positive to be honest. Lost track a while ago.
How You Found Us Accidental conversation with the Admin on MSN XD
Fun Fact About You: Hmm... I study psychology, particularly in the range of insanity and mental disorders.

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