Post by Marcello Blanca on May 26, 2011 21:30:31 GMT -5
Marcello
" Know that I broke her neck
A twisted china white visage
I may seem unaffected
But don't we all want to be god? "
the basics,
»»character full name: Marcello Blanca
»»age: 400's, he stopped counting.
»»gender: Male
»»sexual orientation: Pansexual
»»position: God
»»race: Human/God
»»birthplace: Earth, Genoa, Italy.
»»alliance: Rebel
»»rune: Marcello carries two rune imbued items, one combat and one not. The first of these items is a silver ring, simplistic in appearance, merely a band of metal with runes engraved on the inside of it. This item produces a shield of magic around him, electromagnetic in nature making it both invisible and capable of deflecting strikes. This technique adds to his godly appearance by making his hair defy gravity when used, just thought I'd mention that. The position of the shield is affected by the placement of his hands. When Marcello holds his hand out infront of him the shield comes in a series of hexagonal plates that deflect attacks, protecting the space infront of him but not his back.
The second item is a saber named Merlin. The rune engraved along the entirety of the blade casts a passive spell that releases the soul of the craftsman that sacrificed his life making it. Merlin can talk, using vibrations to release his voice, but has little to no use other than keeping Marcello company. Other than that it is just a sword.
Marcello has three combat effective runes, the first, his shield magic, and two summons. In order to summon these he must make a cut on his palms, blood running over the tattoo's he has that make the symbols for the rune. The summons come with an oath that he must recite in order to use their power, making this pact upon initially finding them at the shrine on the mountains. He is only capable of using one summon at a time as well, the drain from them being immense when coupled with his constant activation of Merlin, if he were to use Aegis at the same time as having a summon and Merlin activated there is no guarantee that he could even survive the strain.
The two summons are named Arthur and Morgana. The pact that he signed to use them means that they are summoned in forms closest to Marcello's heart, revealing his desires and fears with their personality and his strength and weakness with their bodies. Arthur takes the shape of his fears and his strength, coming in the shape of a bear. It's fur is thick, it's claws sharper than steel and the weight behind it's every strike is thunderously powerful. However it's personality is timid, nervously approaching a fight with caution in it's every step. The beast is unaware of it's own true strength and could easily be described as a coward.
Morgana is the embodiment of Marcello's dreams and his weakness. Her body is frail, coming in the form of a guinea pig, not exactly the most intimidating creature. However her fur has the ability to straighten out into needles with barbed ends. Marcello uses her by throwing her into the air where she acts as a grenade, firing hundreds of the furry blades in an arc toward his enemy. It's one use and takes quite some time for the fur to regrow and be reusable. Her personality is one of arrogance, never allowing herself to be pushed around, usually even refusing to do what Marcello himself says.
the appearance,
»»eyes: One red eye and one blue.
»»markings: Marcello has neither any piercing or scars. The only tattoos he has are the runes on his palms
»»height: 5ft10"
»»weight: Around 120lbs
»»general appearance: Marcello has the body of a god, literally. The Italian and Argentinian blood coursing through his veins gives him a very noble mixture that contends with his china white skin, if he spent more time in the sunshine than in tight packed little rooms plotting he would easily have a splendidly toffee colored tone to his flesh. He lacks what one would call an imposing appearance, his height is somewhat standard and his weight is a genuine giveaway to the muscle to fat ratio he has. His body is thin and untoned, more or less a blank slate from which he could make something impressive but has yet to put the effort into. Marcello is a man of skills, not strength.
His hair is a dark purple hue, with wisps of whatever color he has decided to add to it as a highlight at that time, usually something bright and abrasive looking. The length of such hair is pretty damn long, the front is cut short and into two bangs that fall either side of his face but the back is usually tied off into a ponytail that easily reaches the lower regions of his spine. Never one to look scruffy he has never once grown facial hair, deeming it unsightly, this trend also applies to the rest of his body, if it is not needed, remove it. Little skin is shown by Marcello, always covering the majority of his body, be it in robes for a ceremony or tight leather jumpsuits for an outing into the neutral lands. The one thing that he is very particular of is gloves, he must wear them at all times other than using his summons, always putting them back on after the initial cut it performed. It's something of an obsession he has picked up from years of tutors making him wear them whilst fencing.
The most noticeable thing about Marcello is his voice, oddly deep for a man of his stature, he speaks with confidence and clarity, never stumbling into a stutter or having to second guess his choice of words. He is a man of coercion, manipulating other to do the actions that he desires, thus the tongue is often described as his greatest weapon. s
The items that he carries are distinctive, a small blade in a somewhat oriental style at his hip, attached to a brown leather belt that also carries Merlin, his chosen blade. The short sword has a very simplistic appeal to it, wooden handle and matching sheath that hide the sharp steel beneath in a fashionable way. contrasting to this is the ornate design of his saber, silver with golden inlays along the length of the fuller, the engraved runes running perpendicular to this on the flat of the blade. It's pommel is in the shape of a stalactite, made from a hardened steel ore, it's hilt being wrapped in darkened leather, soft to grip but sturdy as hell. The most eye-pleasing thing about Merlin is, as with most blades designed to be ceremonial in usage, it the guard, wrapping around the users hand and reaching out like flower petals as it approaches the wrist, it allows for a lot of movement but doesn't compromise too much on defensive aspects either.
the personality,
»»likes: Reading, strategy games, rainclouds, storms, small animals, playing with children, playing sports, manipulating others.
»»dislikes: Being a spectator at sports, fighting, the elderly, humans, naivety, large animals, really hot days, controlling people.
»»strengths: Strategy: If you need a man who can think of a way in which you can defeat your opponent without ever needing to use force, then Marcello is the guy you want. His natural tendencies to deceive and betray are something you can't teach, they're bred into his very fiber.
Pride: If you can't beat them, join them? Hell no. Marcello doesn't care whether he's weaker than you in physicality or magic he'll make up for all that in pure arrogance. You can kick seven shades of snot out of him, he will never admit you defeated him until the final blow is dealt.
»»weaknesses: Unreliable: There's a limit to fighting capabilities, Marcello has a lot of these limits. His runes are deadly if overlapped, his summons either have deadly power and no will or the other way around. Even his seemingly impenetrable shield can be knocked out of whack if he gets wet. His battle reliability is simply zero.
Devious: Planning, planning and more planning is a good thing, you can never be too prepared. But for once it would be nice to see some action from Marcello. It's all good and well knowing exactly what to do in each given situation, but by the time he's finished plotting a victory the battle has already ended.
»»secrets: He was sleeping with one of the crew that they killed. He stole his position on the initial flight.
»»general personality: One would generally deem Marcello to be lacking in the most common personality traits. He's socially awkward, verging on the borders of both paranoia and delusions of grandure. His nature tells him to hold his head proudly and look down upon others, though his tendency to manipulate others makes him believe there are plenty who wish to place a dagger in his back at every corner. Through his contradictions between the light and dark sides of his personality he often finds himself deep in thought,
the history,
»»mother: Maria Blanca (Deceased)
»»father: Marcus Blanca (Presumed dead)
»»siblings: Unknown
»»others: None
»»background: Some are born to lead, others are born to be lead. But sometimes, once every so often, though it truly is rare, a person breaks those shackles of conformity and reaches new heights that were never intended for them. Marcello does not know his origins, his real parents were killed off by some grotty drug dealers before he ever had the chance to meet them. What he knows is that he was a dumpster baby, found in the rain by a maid in the care of the Blanca residence. Unable to conceive they took the child as their own, deeming themselves saints for the action and never allowing the boy to forget such a fact. Growing up the only child of a rich and prestigious couple should have been all happiness. This wasn't the case. Behind the happy family charade was nothing but misery, a mother who turned to gin to avoid accepting reality with a husband who preferred young boys to her withered old shell of a body. Though to pay the man his respect he never laid a hand on Marcello, he wasn't even good enough to be abused. Truly a child picked up and taken in to complete the image.
He received the best education, tutoring in different languages, sports and academics, all the things required of a puppet that would inherit a fortune. Marcello decided at a very young age that it wasn't going to be all bells and whistles and that he would need to escape. The easiest route for this was for him to enroll on some sort of lifestyle that would take him away from that god awful home but still allow the do-gooders to brag about him at social events. Gazing up at the stars was always a hobby, why not see them firsthand he thought to himself.
At the age of fourteen he had a firm knowledge of the physics surrounding the field, grasping at theorems that other struggled with, with ease. Some called him genius, other pointed out that with his strong "breeding" that of course he was destined for greatness. Personally it just made him a little sick to be thought of as anything other than a normal human being. By the time the wars that stifled humanity had reached their peek Marcello had already flown two shuttles and done some maintenance on a satellite. He was space savvy, approaching his early twenties and rapidly believing that if he spread his wings he could easily engulf the entire skyline. He had developed a hatred for humans petty arguments, refusing to return to the estate he grew up at for quite a while at that point.
Imagine then the shock when someone who has proved themselves the way he had was overlooked for the Forlorn Hope. The rage seethed. It bubbled inside him that another could possibly be seen to be better than himself. Him? Impossible. After all he was a Blanca, a cut above the general fodder that roamed the dusty streets of that planet. News reached him that his birth mother had been discovered and that she had passed away. With that he had the answers of his birth, merely wanting a name to put to a blurry image. He set out to get himself on that flight, earth's gravity could no longer contain the ego. Underhanded though it may be, there is nothing that says you can not sabotage another astronauts voyage, as long as you don't get caught anyway. So he did, a few laxatives in the selected mans food and there he was. Strapped up and ready to fly. Of course it hadn't been all that simple, money did the talking and he merely needed be mentioned as a suitable replacement for it to all come true for him.
Marcello was born for space. The infinite abyss of matter and anti-matter that encompassed everything he desired so much to be free from. Matter without a needed form, out there he could be anything and anyone he wanted. Guiding the vessels for the fallen mankind, leading them into the outer reaches of their galaxy to reclaim their former glory. It was all too tantalizing for him to take in at once. He quickly made friends and enemies on the Forlorn Hope. Cyrus, Edwin, they were somewhat psychopathic, both a few apples short of a tree. They were harmless in his eyes, little did he know. Then there was Maria, ironically a young woman with the same name as his birth mother. It was fate. Up in that tiny tin can floating through the atmosphere Marcello found someone he could consider an equal. It wasn't perfect, but hell it was better than being alone.
Landing, something they should have rejoiced over, became a nightmare. Marcello didn't adapt to the new atmospheric levels properly and spent half the day puking out anything that he had eaten over the entire course of their voyage. He and Maria had slept through the magnetic interference that sent them hurtling into Kiroteh's gravitational pull. But what caught him most off guard was the natives there. They saw him for what he was, they noticed that they were a better type of being. What more could he ask for? A woman he loved, friends who amused him and people who appreciated that he was more important than them. Unfortunately he couldn't have everything he wanted, other than himself, Cyrus and Edwin it seemed that domination wasn't an intention. Like hell it wasn't. Marcello instantly sided with his newfound friends on the matter, taking his beloved out to a clearing before snapping her neck. Their reign had began, and god only knew they were going to make the most out of it.
the player
»»alias: Grgur
»»age: 20
»»contact: PM or c-box
»»rp sample:
Password: Admin Edit
How did you find us?: I'm the juggernaut....
" Know that I broke her neck
A twisted china white visage
I may seem unaffected
But don't we all want to be god? "
the basics,
»»character full name: Marcello Blanca
»»age: 400's, he stopped counting.
»»gender: Male
»»sexual orientation: Pansexual
»»position: God
»»race: Human/God
»»birthplace: Earth, Genoa, Italy.
»»alliance: Rebel
»»rune: Marcello carries two rune imbued items, one combat and one not. The first of these items is a silver ring, simplistic in appearance, merely a band of metal with runes engraved on the inside of it. This item produces a shield of magic around him, electromagnetic in nature making it both invisible and capable of deflecting strikes. This technique adds to his godly appearance by making his hair defy gravity when used, just thought I'd mention that. The position of the shield is affected by the placement of his hands. When Marcello holds his hand out infront of him the shield comes in a series of hexagonal plates that deflect attacks, protecting the space infront of him but not his back.
The second item is a saber named Merlin. The rune engraved along the entirety of the blade casts a passive spell that releases the soul of the craftsman that sacrificed his life making it. Merlin can talk, using vibrations to release his voice, but has little to no use other than keeping Marcello company. Other than that it is just a sword.
Marcello has three combat effective runes, the first, his shield magic, and two summons. In order to summon these he must make a cut on his palms, blood running over the tattoo's he has that make the symbols for the rune. The summons come with an oath that he must recite in order to use their power, making this pact upon initially finding them at the shrine on the mountains. He is only capable of using one summon at a time as well, the drain from them being immense when coupled with his constant activation of Merlin, if he were to use Aegis at the same time as having a summon and Merlin activated there is no guarantee that he could even survive the strain.
The two summons are named Arthur and Morgana. The pact that he signed to use them means that they are summoned in forms closest to Marcello's heart, revealing his desires and fears with their personality and his strength and weakness with their bodies. Arthur takes the shape of his fears and his strength, coming in the shape of a bear. It's fur is thick, it's claws sharper than steel and the weight behind it's every strike is thunderously powerful. However it's personality is timid, nervously approaching a fight with caution in it's every step. The beast is unaware of it's own true strength and could easily be described as a coward.
Morgana is the embodiment of Marcello's dreams and his weakness. Her body is frail, coming in the form of a guinea pig, not exactly the most intimidating creature. However her fur has the ability to straighten out into needles with barbed ends. Marcello uses her by throwing her into the air where she acts as a grenade, firing hundreds of the furry blades in an arc toward his enemy. It's one use and takes quite some time for the fur to regrow and be reusable. Her personality is one of arrogance, never allowing herself to be pushed around, usually even refusing to do what Marcello himself says.
the appearance,
»»eyes: One red eye and one blue.
»»markings: Marcello has neither any piercing or scars. The only tattoos he has are the runes on his palms
»»height: 5ft10"
»»weight: Around 120lbs
»»general appearance: Marcello has the body of a god, literally. The Italian and Argentinian blood coursing through his veins gives him a very noble mixture that contends with his china white skin, if he spent more time in the sunshine than in tight packed little rooms plotting he would easily have a splendidly toffee colored tone to his flesh. He lacks what one would call an imposing appearance, his height is somewhat standard and his weight is a genuine giveaway to the muscle to fat ratio he has. His body is thin and untoned, more or less a blank slate from which he could make something impressive but has yet to put the effort into. Marcello is a man of skills, not strength.
His hair is a dark purple hue, with wisps of whatever color he has decided to add to it as a highlight at that time, usually something bright and abrasive looking. The length of such hair is pretty damn long, the front is cut short and into two bangs that fall either side of his face but the back is usually tied off into a ponytail that easily reaches the lower regions of his spine. Never one to look scruffy he has never once grown facial hair, deeming it unsightly, this trend also applies to the rest of his body, if it is not needed, remove it. Little skin is shown by Marcello, always covering the majority of his body, be it in robes for a ceremony or tight leather jumpsuits for an outing into the neutral lands. The one thing that he is very particular of is gloves, he must wear them at all times other than using his summons, always putting them back on after the initial cut it performed. It's something of an obsession he has picked up from years of tutors making him wear them whilst fencing.
The most noticeable thing about Marcello is his voice, oddly deep for a man of his stature, he speaks with confidence and clarity, never stumbling into a stutter or having to second guess his choice of words. He is a man of coercion, manipulating other to do the actions that he desires, thus the tongue is often described as his greatest weapon. s
The items that he carries are distinctive, a small blade in a somewhat oriental style at his hip, attached to a brown leather belt that also carries Merlin, his chosen blade. The short sword has a very simplistic appeal to it, wooden handle and matching sheath that hide the sharp steel beneath in a fashionable way. contrasting to this is the ornate design of his saber, silver with golden inlays along the length of the fuller, the engraved runes running perpendicular to this on the flat of the blade. It's pommel is in the shape of a stalactite, made from a hardened steel ore, it's hilt being wrapped in darkened leather, soft to grip but sturdy as hell. The most eye-pleasing thing about Merlin is, as with most blades designed to be ceremonial in usage, it the guard, wrapping around the users hand and reaching out like flower petals as it approaches the wrist, it allows for a lot of movement but doesn't compromise too much on defensive aspects either.
the personality,
»»likes: Reading, strategy games, rainclouds, storms, small animals, playing with children, playing sports, manipulating others.
»»dislikes: Being a spectator at sports, fighting, the elderly, humans, naivety, large animals, really hot days, controlling people.
»»strengths: Strategy: If you need a man who can think of a way in which you can defeat your opponent without ever needing to use force, then Marcello is the guy you want. His natural tendencies to deceive and betray are something you can't teach, they're bred into his very fiber.
Pride: If you can't beat them, join them? Hell no. Marcello doesn't care whether he's weaker than you in physicality or magic he'll make up for all that in pure arrogance. You can kick seven shades of snot out of him, he will never admit you defeated him until the final blow is dealt.
»»weaknesses: Unreliable: There's a limit to fighting capabilities, Marcello has a lot of these limits. His runes are deadly if overlapped, his summons either have deadly power and no will or the other way around. Even his seemingly impenetrable shield can be knocked out of whack if he gets wet. His battle reliability is simply zero.
Devious: Planning, planning and more planning is a good thing, you can never be too prepared. But for once it would be nice to see some action from Marcello. It's all good and well knowing exactly what to do in each given situation, but by the time he's finished plotting a victory the battle has already ended.
»»secrets: He was sleeping with one of the crew that they killed. He stole his position on the initial flight.
»»general personality: One would generally deem Marcello to be lacking in the most common personality traits. He's socially awkward, verging on the borders of both paranoia and delusions of grandure. His nature tells him to hold his head proudly and look down upon others, though his tendency to manipulate others makes him believe there are plenty who wish to place a dagger in his back at every corner. Through his contradictions between the light and dark sides of his personality he often finds himself deep in thought,
the history,
»»mother: Maria Blanca (Deceased)
»»father: Marcus Blanca (Presumed dead)
»»siblings: Unknown
»»others: None
»»background: Some are born to lead, others are born to be lead. But sometimes, once every so often, though it truly is rare, a person breaks those shackles of conformity and reaches new heights that were never intended for them. Marcello does not know his origins, his real parents were killed off by some grotty drug dealers before he ever had the chance to meet them. What he knows is that he was a dumpster baby, found in the rain by a maid in the care of the Blanca residence. Unable to conceive they took the child as their own, deeming themselves saints for the action and never allowing the boy to forget such a fact. Growing up the only child of a rich and prestigious couple should have been all happiness. This wasn't the case. Behind the happy family charade was nothing but misery, a mother who turned to gin to avoid accepting reality with a husband who preferred young boys to her withered old shell of a body. Though to pay the man his respect he never laid a hand on Marcello, he wasn't even good enough to be abused. Truly a child picked up and taken in to complete the image.
He received the best education, tutoring in different languages, sports and academics, all the things required of a puppet that would inherit a fortune. Marcello decided at a very young age that it wasn't going to be all bells and whistles and that he would need to escape. The easiest route for this was for him to enroll on some sort of lifestyle that would take him away from that god awful home but still allow the do-gooders to brag about him at social events. Gazing up at the stars was always a hobby, why not see them firsthand he thought to himself.
At the age of fourteen he had a firm knowledge of the physics surrounding the field, grasping at theorems that other struggled with, with ease. Some called him genius, other pointed out that with his strong "breeding" that of course he was destined for greatness. Personally it just made him a little sick to be thought of as anything other than a normal human being. By the time the wars that stifled humanity had reached their peek Marcello had already flown two shuttles and done some maintenance on a satellite. He was space savvy, approaching his early twenties and rapidly believing that if he spread his wings he could easily engulf the entire skyline. He had developed a hatred for humans petty arguments, refusing to return to the estate he grew up at for quite a while at that point.
Imagine then the shock when someone who has proved themselves the way he had was overlooked for the Forlorn Hope. The rage seethed. It bubbled inside him that another could possibly be seen to be better than himself. Him? Impossible. After all he was a Blanca, a cut above the general fodder that roamed the dusty streets of that planet. News reached him that his birth mother had been discovered and that she had passed away. With that he had the answers of his birth, merely wanting a name to put to a blurry image. He set out to get himself on that flight, earth's gravity could no longer contain the ego. Underhanded though it may be, there is nothing that says you can not sabotage another astronauts voyage, as long as you don't get caught anyway. So he did, a few laxatives in the selected mans food and there he was. Strapped up and ready to fly. Of course it hadn't been all that simple, money did the talking and he merely needed be mentioned as a suitable replacement for it to all come true for him.
Marcello was born for space. The infinite abyss of matter and anti-matter that encompassed everything he desired so much to be free from. Matter without a needed form, out there he could be anything and anyone he wanted. Guiding the vessels for the fallen mankind, leading them into the outer reaches of their galaxy to reclaim their former glory. It was all too tantalizing for him to take in at once. He quickly made friends and enemies on the Forlorn Hope. Cyrus, Edwin, they were somewhat psychopathic, both a few apples short of a tree. They were harmless in his eyes, little did he know. Then there was Maria, ironically a young woman with the same name as his birth mother. It was fate. Up in that tiny tin can floating through the atmosphere Marcello found someone he could consider an equal. It wasn't perfect, but hell it was better than being alone.
Landing, something they should have rejoiced over, became a nightmare. Marcello didn't adapt to the new atmospheric levels properly and spent half the day puking out anything that he had eaten over the entire course of their voyage. He and Maria had slept through the magnetic interference that sent them hurtling into Kiroteh's gravitational pull. But what caught him most off guard was the natives there. They saw him for what he was, they noticed that they were a better type of being. What more could he ask for? A woman he loved, friends who amused him and people who appreciated that he was more important than them. Unfortunately he couldn't have everything he wanted, other than himself, Cyrus and Edwin it seemed that domination wasn't an intention. Like hell it wasn't. Marcello instantly sided with his newfound friends on the matter, taking his beloved out to a clearing before snapping her neck. Their reign had began, and god only knew they were going to make the most out of it.
the player
»»alias: Grgur
»»age: 20
»»contact: PM or c-box
»»rp sample:
Admins don't quote, we get quoted
Password: Admin Edit
How did you find us?: I'm the juggernaut....
