Post by Marc on Jun 16, 2007 14:31:43 GMT -5
Name: Marcus Durwick or Marc
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Description of Physical Form: Marc is a slender, yet strong, gentleman often seen wearing a weather-beaten, black trench coat. He has a very sunken face, and long, brown, straggly hair. He has average skin tone, not tan, yet not pale, and has the markings of a growing beard on his face. He is often mistaken for a homeless person.
Personality: Marc has a very grim look of the world, and he finds it hard to find true happiness anymore. The hardships and challenges he has faced in his life have worn him out, and yet he can not discontinue his travels. He is a restless soul, and can not easily stay in one town for a while before departing. The only thing he honestly cares for and looks after is his one Pokemon, a Ghastly he had found early in his travels, and named Ghoul. This creature has a personality much like Marc's, which is most likely one of the reasons for their close friendship.
History: Marc's history is a lonely and depressing one. The man grew up in Fluor Town, a place famous for its hot springs and the labyrinth of tunnels that lead down to an underground volcano. He had been found guilty for a crime, one that he actually had committed, and his family disowned his out of shame and anger. From there he began his wandering, trying to find someone who accepted him, and became his companion on his journeys. Until he arrived at The House of Manilader, once home to a very wealthy family, now burned down, Marc had believed nothing would ever enjoy his company. He did not exactly enjoy being with himself either.
Marcus was 23 when he arrived at the old, burned down mansion. It was pouring, and there were no nearby hotels for him to stay for the night. He had almost given up hope, and just slept in the grass, rain dropping like a million pebbles on his body. But he saw a shape through the fog, and, thinking he had found a inn to stay at, he ran towards it, hope for shelter brightening up his gray heart ever so slightly. As he got nearer, he could make out the details of the place, and the gleam of hope in his eyes died out completely.
He trudged through the broken doorframe, looking above him into the night sky. Someone up there just didn't like him. Marc brought his gaze to face a partially destroyed wall, seeking something to put to his back. He leaned his body on it, and collapsed onto the floor.
His dreams were distorted and spotty, as if something was missing from them. There were time where it was just nothing, but voices were droning on in the back of his head. Slowly, something began to shine through these pictures, obscuring the details of the dream. Two large, red, glaring eyes were burning into his mind. Just as he realized what was happening, his eyes snapped open. While the dream was gone, replaced with his surroundings, the two eyes were still hovering before him.
Marc's eyes groggily focused themselves on the thing in front of him, and eventually they showed him a Ghastly, who, strangely enough, had a perplexed facial expression. Marc mirrored this, quite confused, and wondering what was making the Ghastly look so odd.
Suddenly, words were burned into his mind, making Marc groan with slight pain.
why was your mind like that?
Marc raised his eyebrows, trying to figure out what was going on. "Like what?"
the things i saw in there...full of death and treachery...they all looked so vivid...
Marc gave the creature in front of him a grim smile that showed no mirth. "They were all real. They actually happened."
The Ghastly gave Marc a startled look. but i saw you in them too. you were doing all those terrible things...
Marcus nodded, sadness and weariness in his eyes. "I know. I regret ever doing such things. It is what made me end up here, in the rain."
and the loneliness you face...it is more than most of your kind can bear
Marc shot a sharp look at the Pokemon hovering in his face. "I don't need you to tell me that."
In the next few seconds the Ghastly gave Marc a strange look, and evaporated into the mist. Marc sighed and closed his eyes again, attempting to return to his dreams, and hoping that the next ones would not be quite as grim as the previous.
Marc awoke the next morning to a foggy and dreary day. Dew budded on plant's leaves, and the slight breeze ruffled the traveler's mangy hair. He brought himself up to stand, and picked up the battered and tattered bag he carried with him. Marc began to trudge through the burnt mansion's remains, once again looking forward to the day where he will be able to find a place to settle down and actually have a real life, and not constantly feeling to restless to stay.
As he walked, he was rather surprised to find the Ghastly last night hovering over his shoulder. He smirked, amused by the fact that anyone would want to follow him.
"It seems you have taken a liking to me, Ghastly," Marc said, not stopping or looking over his shoulder at the creature.
The Ghastly shrugged, if that was even possible with a Pokemon that had no shoulders. Once again, words were burnt into Marc's mind, a bit uncomfortably. i too, am a loner, exiled from my home. it does not hurt to have beings that have had similar histories travel together.
Marc raised his eyebrows. This could be interesting. "I had not thought of that..." He stopped, and turned to the vague ball of shadow that seemed to be coming in and out of existence as he spoke. Marc weighed his options. The Pokemon was right, having a companion in such a world would not hurt. After all, if he ever got into any trouble, he would always have another at his back, which would be a nice thing to have, especially for him. Then again, he had met many of these creatures that had proved to be astoundingly annoying. After a moment of consideration, he came to a decision. "Fine. I will let you come along with me. I just have one requirement."
and what would this be?
"That you pull your own weight."
fair enough. after all, i do not have much weight to speak of.
Marc continued walked, shaking his head, amused by this small joke. Maybe this would not be so bad as he had presumed it would.
Party Pokemon:
PC Pokemon: None
Inventory:
$110
4 Potions
2 Antidotes
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Description of Physical Form: Marc is a slender, yet strong, gentleman often seen wearing a weather-beaten, black trench coat. He has a very sunken face, and long, brown, straggly hair. He has average skin tone, not tan, yet not pale, and has the markings of a growing beard on his face. He is often mistaken for a homeless person.
Personality: Marc has a very grim look of the world, and he finds it hard to find true happiness anymore. The hardships and challenges he has faced in his life have worn him out, and yet he can not discontinue his travels. He is a restless soul, and can not easily stay in one town for a while before departing. The only thing he honestly cares for and looks after is his one Pokemon, a Ghastly he had found early in his travels, and named Ghoul. This creature has a personality much like Marc's, which is most likely one of the reasons for their close friendship.
History: Marc's history is a lonely and depressing one. The man grew up in Fluor Town, a place famous for its hot springs and the labyrinth of tunnels that lead down to an underground volcano. He had been found guilty for a crime, one that he actually had committed, and his family disowned his out of shame and anger. From there he began his wandering, trying to find someone who accepted him, and became his companion on his journeys. Until he arrived at The House of Manilader, once home to a very wealthy family, now burned down, Marc had believed nothing would ever enjoy his company. He did not exactly enjoy being with himself either.
Marcus was 23 when he arrived at the old, burned down mansion. It was pouring, and there were no nearby hotels for him to stay for the night. He had almost given up hope, and just slept in the grass, rain dropping like a million pebbles on his body. But he saw a shape through the fog, and, thinking he had found a inn to stay at, he ran towards it, hope for shelter brightening up his gray heart ever so slightly. As he got nearer, he could make out the details of the place, and the gleam of hope in his eyes died out completely.
He trudged through the broken doorframe, looking above him into the night sky. Someone up there just didn't like him. Marc brought his gaze to face a partially destroyed wall, seeking something to put to his back. He leaned his body on it, and collapsed onto the floor.
His dreams were distorted and spotty, as if something was missing from them. There were time where it was just nothing, but voices were droning on in the back of his head. Slowly, something began to shine through these pictures, obscuring the details of the dream. Two large, red, glaring eyes were burning into his mind. Just as he realized what was happening, his eyes snapped open. While the dream was gone, replaced with his surroundings, the two eyes were still hovering before him.
Marc's eyes groggily focused themselves on the thing in front of him, and eventually they showed him a Ghastly, who, strangely enough, had a perplexed facial expression. Marc mirrored this, quite confused, and wondering what was making the Ghastly look so odd.
Suddenly, words were burned into his mind, making Marc groan with slight pain.
why was your mind like that?
Marc raised his eyebrows, trying to figure out what was going on. "Like what?"
the things i saw in there...full of death and treachery...they all looked so vivid...
Marc gave the creature in front of him a grim smile that showed no mirth. "They were all real. They actually happened."
The Ghastly gave Marc a startled look. but i saw you in them too. you were doing all those terrible things...
Marcus nodded, sadness and weariness in his eyes. "I know. I regret ever doing such things. It is what made me end up here, in the rain."
and the loneliness you face...it is more than most of your kind can bear
Marc shot a sharp look at the Pokemon hovering in his face. "I don't need you to tell me that."
In the next few seconds the Ghastly gave Marc a strange look, and evaporated into the mist. Marc sighed and closed his eyes again, attempting to return to his dreams, and hoping that the next ones would not be quite as grim as the previous.
Marc awoke the next morning to a foggy and dreary day. Dew budded on plant's leaves, and the slight breeze ruffled the traveler's mangy hair. He brought himself up to stand, and picked up the battered and tattered bag he carried with him. Marc began to trudge through the burnt mansion's remains, once again looking forward to the day where he will be able to find a place to settle down and actually have a real life, and not constantly feeling to restless to stay.
As he walked, he was rather surprised to find the Ghastly last night hovering over his shoulder. He smirked, amused by the fact that anyone would want to follow him.
"It seems you have taken a liking to me, Ghastly," Marc said, not stopping or looking over his shoulder at the creature.
The Ghastly shrugged, if that was even possible with a Pokemon that had no shoulders. Once again, words were burnt into Marc's mind, a bit uncomfortably. i too, am a loner, exiled from my home. it does not hurt to have beings that have had similar histories travel together.
Marc raised his eyebrows. This could be interesting. "I had not thought of that..." He stopped, and turned to the vague ball of shadow that seemed to be coming in and out of existence as he spoke. Marc weighed his options. The Pokemon was right, having a companion in such a world would not hurt. After all, if he ever got into any trouble, he would always have another at his back, which would be a nice thing to have, especially for him. Then again, he had met many of these creatures that had proved to be astoundingly annoying. After a moment of consideration, he came to a decision. "Fine. I will let you come along with me. I just have one requirement."
and what would this be?
"That you pull your own weight."
fair enough. after all, i do not have much weight to speak of.
Marc continued walked, shaking his head, amused by this small joke. Maybe this would not be so bad as he had presumed it would.
Party Pokemon:
- 1: Pokemon:
Name: Ghoul
Gender: Male
Attacks: Lick, Hypnosis, Confuse Ray
Nature: This guy is very mischevious and independent. He will rarely disobey Marc but he will when he feels Marc made a bad choice.
Battle Experience Points: 0
Power Points: 5 - 2:
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PC Pokemon: None
Inventory:
$110
4 Potions
2 Antidotes
