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Marcus Razen Jericho Lecter
Topic Started: January 21, 2011, 5:55 pm (95 Views)
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an unbreakable soldier
Marcus Razen Jericho Lecter

Name: Marcus Razen Jericho Lecter
Nicknames: Marcass (joke), Marc, or Seethen
Name Meaning: "Hammer" or "warlike" (Gaelic); "defender" or "protector" (Seethen)
Name Origin: His mother always liked the name Marcus and used her name as his middle name
Occupation: Nyrvyrian Overseer
Race: Seethen
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Birth Date: October 31st, 1974
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 180 lbs.
Species Type: Frost Born
Birthplace: Nexus, Siethyia
Status: Alive
Dragon(s): Synile Annibal (formerly) + Mutainy Arvanis (current)
Darry'kas Pact Beast: Damien (The Demon of Death / Death Omen)
Allies: Aryan, Evian, AnneVangyne, Dy'kletiun, Tai'lume, Abyloct, Revenants, Anthraxian
Rivals: Syrask, Acolyte, Replica, Sanguyne, Syres, Sylithean, Humans
Neutral: Darry'kas, Reapers, Asphyxian
Blood Type: Servile
Bone Metal: Satyre
Attributes: Supernatural abilities, necromancy, shape shift, telepathy, telekinesis
Handicaps: Mechanical leg and bio-mechanical heart
Type of Infection: High Infectant; currently infected with the Syrask virus
Date Infected: Back in 2009-10
Type of Virus: Syrask strain
Sigil of Pact: Forearm
Weapon: Nyr'vasil (Sword) and Forsworn (Battle-Ax)
Son: Dexter Piers
Spouse: Kate Reyna Piers (deceased)
Father: Adam 'Lucifer' Lecter
Mother: Razen Rapine Jericho Lecter
Brothers: James Ryan Jericho Lecter and Hannibal James Lecter
Sisters: Alice Lecter, Reagan Syill Lecter, Alma Ryve Lecter (Half-sister)

Personality: Above all people, Marcus is silent, resilient, and very ill tempered. We all know this as stubborn as he is he's not entirely approachable with fair words or even the common tendency to be 'nice'. A father of his time, and still is, he’s learned how to become more respectable to a degree, much less being cooperative when need be. Marcus isn't socially acceptable if you will, much less holding a huge reputation on Nyr and other associated planets. Marcus is a volatile person, so don't go promising yourself that you'll start your friendship off quite nicely or that he won't kill you if he sees through your image; he's observant, quiet, close listener, and leans on acutely and accurately studying people to their close details. He learns from his mistakes and he doesn't make them twice; he follows the saying, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Marcus has grown out of his childhood and relied on a personal level of maturity and likewise he became more sufficient in levels of cruelty and gruesome mannerisms. Out of all of his personality traits and quirks, the one that is magnified and recognized the most is his cockiness and bitter sarcasm. Comfortable about his wise or smart-ass remarks, Marcus is idyllic with his crude humor and presumptuous behavior. With that in mind he's always said his snide comments, snark-like and condescending attitude would eventually land him dead—or close to being dead. As far as his attitude goes, Marcus is independent and relies only on himself when it revolves around personal issues as he rarely seeks out the help of others, which also includes those close to him (i.e. his brother James, Synile, Mutainy, Baird (best friend) or even his mother, Razen). It was always a bad habit of his to be a stand-alone or recluse nevertheless separated from others; he assumed he got it from his father but only to realize his mother is quite the same.

He was always built around the idea that he had to be more than what he was: stronger than his former self. He was remembered as a soldier of fortune, one who wouldn't lean on his knee and bend his back for anyone else if it meant to postpone his death. Sacrifice and risks never once gave him a chance, so he took the best offers and coerced with them (as so it seemed like a daily thing in his life). His perpetual traits give off a volatile nature to his demeanor, making him entirely elusive and timid. As most cases go Marcus never riled with others or even ran with groups of friends or allies; he was independent besides having a beast along his side: a dragon. He had the courage and bravery that of a warrior and a soldier, and he never backed down from a battle. He can be eccentric at times or holding the possibility of empathy, but as fair a they come everyone knows he is as dead inside as he is his heart and soul, remaining to be empty of emotion and any level of sympathy. Blunt, cold, malicious and a brute for his size, Marcus is rather humble and careful if anything else. Out of all the years he has spent with others no one has ever heard him speak or reminisced in his childhood, which means he hasn't come into terms with his past or let alone allocated with it. Marcus can be a very negative and unkind person and can accommodate a chauvinistic attitude towards others, even those close to him—which has lead hated from others or even simple disliking to his personality and demeanor. He is a very valuable edition to Nyrvyria and that of its pillars of given command seeing as he is seen as a high king or "authority" on Nyrvyria and among the denizens. At times Marcus doesn't know when to stop running his mouth and can be quite prudent and rude whilst having a judgmental attribute lingering with his crude behavior. With all that and being blatant, blunt and genuinely negative, Marcus holds a deeper hate for himself than anyone could presume against him. As one has said, "No one hates him more than the hatred he has for himself."

Despite all of this, Marcus has shown a caring side towards specific people such as his brother (James), mother (Razen), his best friend (Baird), Synile, Mutainy, and Sangyne. He recollects some kindled behavior with the Revenant Aly'vyn and Dy'kletiun, Syndicate Kat 'ell, but even more so the Dy Darikey because he takes the bond with his brother, James. Marcus' relationships, friends, allies and enemies are all well devoted and strained while he continuously battles against himself. His personal relationships such as family are nearly tied yet loose at times, making it nearly hard for him to keep close and maintain positive (or even a warm, kind nature) behavior with them. As opposed to his aggressive mannerisms and malicious acts, Marcus ideally is adept to providing comfort when it seems necessary to him. He has a strong heart but worn out from years of disappointment, death, cruelty, war, and betrayal, it's clearly as cold as his soul and the depths of his icy voice. As he is more rugged and rigid with his words, Marcus is nevertheless less comforting when around his brother or that of his dragon Synile or Mutainy. While they rarely see his soft side at times, he at least tries to give them a little more than a snide comment or sarcastic remark; he at least tries in his best to aid with comfort and try to sound as soft and warm as possible—which would seem tiring for him at most. While above all else Marcus is reserved, intelligent, wise and close to himself and he is keen to his knowledge and adept intelligence, which has been proven to be suitable and commendable in desperate or any given situation.

Characteristics and Traits: For years Marcus has been able to ascertain various attributes since being first introduced to this lifestyle and home, and whilst being a Seethen of blood and born of this title he has undermined influential concepts to his character. One of the more astounding skills Marcus has developed is the ability to channel, control and undermine the virus within his veins. While his mechanical leg and heart help maintain the viruses mutation rate and from evolving, Marcus was able to prohibit such actions from the strain while utilizing the virus itself and taking its properties to his advantage. He is the first Seethen to be able to bend and control the viral strain without triggering the maturity and mutation stage of the virus and likewise being able to freely allow the strain to roam through his body and not cause any evolution to the virus. As much as it intrigues others and astonishes the rest, he is still seen as one of the things that plague their home planet with their infection and disease, killing or infecting anything they see fit to their eyes. While Marcus can overwhelm and control the virus itself he is able to go into a state of pure power and rage, making him nearly invulnerable to what's around him.


Biography

Overview
"When you've fought as long as I have, you slowly watch yourself turn into the monster you always were."
—Marcus to Baird about his years against the Syrask

Ever since Marcus could remember death followed him as a dark mass, eluding itself from anyone else but his own eyes. While it seems almost figurative, Marcus hasn't been too lucky with the foreboding task of evading death while living a presumed "wasted life". Marcus was born to a planet named Nyrvyria, which is equally distributed and compared to Earth, however, increasingly larger and home to supernatural denizens that uphold pacts with beasts and live with monstrous nightmares lurking in the shadows. While native to Earth at some point in his life, Marcus has humbly made his presence well known to his home planet and quickly gained his title as a righteous soldier and King on Nyrvyria whilst uncovering a secret history to his past. Nyrvyria is acclaimed to be older than Earth while some others say it's younger—no one truly knows the age of the planet. While Marcus is the presumed leader (not founder) of Nyrvyria, he is nonetheless responsible and keen to protecting Nyrvyria. As years pass, the Seethen race battle an enemy they've never faced before let alone have no knowledge existing to the species. While they remain to be alien and rather vicarious, the Syneath and Seethen run an alleged battle against the invasive species known as the Syrask and Acolyte. The Syrask became more licentious, malicious, and a bigger infestation compared to their delightful allies, the Acolyte. Prior to the invasion of both species Nyrvyria hasn't been the same as the infection grew to a widespread, global pandemic with an expansive (and exponential) rate, surpassing anything existing on Nyrvyria. While the species consume and corrupt any living species, condemning them their existence, mind and power to their own the Syrask have proven to be a deadly threat to not only the denizens and natives of Nyrvyria, but the Syneath, Seethen, and Aryan themselves which also includes Marcus and his dragon Synile (the creator of Nyrvyria and progenitor of the Syneath).

Early Childhood
"I wanna be more like you."
"You don't want to be like me, Marcus. Believe me, son. I'm something you shouldn't become."
—Adam to Marcus on his comment about being more like his dad



The Orphanage
"At some point we all become trash: we're disposed of and recycled only to become something better in the end. Or worse: forgotten."
—Marcus' personal advice to a kid back at the orphanage



Bio-Cell
"What did you do to me? What is this?"
"A chance to be something you always were. I'm sure mom would be proud."
—Dexter to Marcus after the experimentation results being successful



Post-Infection
"Tell me, boy. Do you want to become one of them?
"No, we're already dead. Just like them."
—Marcus speaking to Synile about the Syrask outbreak and its global infestation



Pre-Infection
"Even heroes have fears, Dexter."
—Marcus had told this to Dexter (his son) when Dexter told him that he isn't supposed to be afraid.



Present
"No one hates him more than the hatred he has for himself."
—Mutainy speaking to Razen on the terms of Marcus' self-loathing



Physical Description

Appearance: Out of physical appearance, Marcus is identifiable easily while remaining to be recluse and reserved while inhabiting a strong, well developed, and intimidating demeanor (and appearance). His body is well toned, muscular and robust with carved contours of lines that make up the thick musculature underneath his skin. He wasn't built to the body of a body builder or someone who tones out every day or week; his muscle structure was normal for someone who worked out every now and then and had a fit figure. Broad shoulders peaked outwards against his tall and muscled body, providing an interesting concept that deemed him inadmissible to those around him and enticing with intimidation. He is usually found wearing dark blue jeans with minor tears within them (brand made industry tears usually found in some men's and women's pants), usually fitted to his body while held up with a brown belt that adorns a large silver oval buckle etched with a type of skull in the middle and a design around it. His attire mainly consists of a layer of shirts ranging between a Henley undershirt with a long sleeved buttoned polo (he leaves them unbuttoned) while usually accompanying a military or utility jacket. At times he will be seen wearing a Henley and a plaid long sleeve buttoned polo or just a long sleeve polo itself, taking in on the "southern" aspect of his attire. Marcus is in fact bowlegged and tall, adjusting to the ideals of a fitting comfort to his style yet making himself less recognizable as opposed to most others he's known and his previous clothing decisions. Marcus isn't stubborn or stingy about what he wears, but he at least tries to keep it to his liking. Likewise, he is also very adept to his appearance as well other than his attire. Unlike most Seethens of his type, Marcus is notable for his chocolate brown hair (which can be and usually is mistaken for being black, like his brother's hair). While he and James are seemingly similar to their attributes, there are some distinguishing features that set them apart.

Marcus' hair is semi-long, but nothing extensive or overly grown. His hair tips reach to the edges of his shoulders with evidence that it has been layered before. A ray of bangs run at a downwards diagonal angle, ranging to be at least more than a couple inches long—which is long enough to conceal parts of his face, which includes his eyes, from those in front or beside him. His hair is parted to the right, keeping a glossy sheen and texture to each strand while compiling a soft chocolate hue to his natural hair color. Marcus' face is decorated with various years of wear and restlessness, and it is shown clearly through his eyes, skin and cheeks. His cheek bones are soft and rounded at the lower jaw bone while holding a thick curve to them, almost popping out and similar to those with a square jaw. Some can notice that he doesn't care about shaving every once in while as he roams with slight stubble and five o'clock shadow. He's never gone with a full fledged beard, however, some stubble here and there is added to his appearance to make his features look more drawn out and distinguished. Unlike his mother who has nearly porcelain pale skin, Marcus takes on his father's side of the bunch. His skin is nearly a caramel tan with a hint of cream within the mix, a slight hue of brown hiding within the mix—but nothing too dark. His skin shows years of scarring, blood-shed, and worn out from battle while exposing his age indefinitely as being nothing but a man with years on his bones. Experienced and well adept, especially that of being a father himself, Marcus is equally adorned to his signature features let alone his figure exploiting the sleepless nights through his eyes and the black circles under them. Most of all, his eyes take on the coloration that is commonly rare among Seethens: sectoral heterochromnia (which is the distinct discoloration of the iris, meaning two separate colors in one iris alone). Marcus' eyes are rather a soft turquoise-blue with shades of a pastel green near the center of the iris while slowly consumed by the shade of blue around it. His right eye is the main point of where the mixed/tainted coloration is exploited and distinctly recognizable. A soft shade of crimson ruse runs along the bottom of the iris, consuming at least 1/2 of the iris itself while thick dark ruse dots speckle within the ruse hue.

His eyes come in various colors and can be seen to change every once in a while, sometimes personifying or reflecting his emotion or often times because of the sharing of his conscience with another well being (which happens to be his former self in most aspects). His eyes have always been the clear turquoise-blue and pastel green, but other times they can be seen as "demonic" or manifested with thick, consumed malice. When his former self comes into place his eyes change into a very distinctive shade, much less expose a searing mark that signals his welcoming appearance. His sclera (the white portion of the eye) quickly converges into a thick asphalt-black, the cringing darkness inking the white like blood in water. His pupils remain to be the dark onyx black, however, the iris bleeds a blooming scorn of crimson, ruse, and vermilion mixture. Vein like striations can be seen within the iris while appearing to be lambent with a golden-orange tone, but that isn't what identifies the maddened man behind Marcus' conscience. A thin blueish-white ring hugs around the pupil with an ignited lambency, flaring a incandescent sheen that appears similar to that of light being shinned through his eyes. The distinct bright band illuminates through the eyes and holds a solid, constant glow while appealing to the tones around it. Other times his left and right eye go beyond the normal and expose the true intentions of the virus within his body, considering his capability of being able to undermine, overwhelm and control the virus itself without further mutation or evolution of the strain. A deep shade of burgundy and ebony would be noticeable within the iris of the eye, but only in the left eye not the right. His right eye adorns vibrant colors of a orange-red toned crimson, carmine, hints of vermilion, a soft golden-yellow and a extracting shade of a bright golden-red. Various hues of red are seen within his right eye, all being condensed and focused within the iris and sclera. The sclera is absent of any shade of white as it was consumed by the vast sea of a bright crimson and the golden tones within it and hints of orange mixed into the hues. Vein-like striations bleed out within the sclera as they signify the veins within the eye itself, bleeding out in bright in-depth tones as they're highlight through the massacre with his eyes. The iris itself illuminates a vibrant carmine and scarlet sheen with an angelic glow hidden behind the eye itself, almost like a flashlight being shown through the iris and pupil. Out of the eye set itself, the pupil is distinctly bloomed within the vast reddened sea conveying his eyes as a lambent red-orange and crimson mixture flares through the pupil like a laser light, highlighting the pupil itself while being lamented with a bright luminous flare.

Soft streams of light gleamed through the glass of the window pan, reflecting a light hue of blue and white over his body—well toned and muscular to the depths of his weary bones and structure. The contours of his body bled off the light with fragments of linear strokes of streaking columns that illuminated his body with a beacon of manifested light, his head stocked low near his chest whilst remaining silent and mute for so time since Synile had left him in the worst position possible. A large rent drove from his left shoulder blade, moving down at a 330 degree angle, the edges crisp with rigid lines due to scarring of the tissue and the wreckage from the creature that had given him the ugly scar. The scar was given by the infamous demon known for her proper values, seeing as a wide-set streak given to her nature, she has fallen unstable and out of line. The scar was nearly a foot in length, the depths of the flesh vivid and clear as to how ugly the rent was when it was given; slight wrinkling developed around the edges of the scar, showing that the healing process failed to adequately heal his skin properly. His muscles were adorned well in the efforts of keeping up and managing a property of a healthy bodily composure, the tone identifiable and brute. Blue veins ran up the lower back, ending near the middle of the rib-cage and spine, the veins tinged with a light lambent life in their pursuit up his body. A set of scars lingered along the wrist of his right arm, not entirely being ugly as the one of his back, more or less being small in comparison and less vivid unless a set amount of light struck that portion of his body, lamenting the scars to life. A sigil rested upon his right forearm, the insignia almost taking form that of an improperly healed brand or deep wound—a bubbled appearance with a smooth texture, resembling that of an intensive burn as well.

A golden ring rests upon the left ring finger, proposing he has been successfully married before in his life, but not for a long duration. As the ring properly demonstrates his values and memories as he commemorates significantly with the usage of its demise, he can only condone so much as it remains a faulty residual feeling that is likely to diminish in further years. The memories were faint and unclear, residing to be incomplete and yet, faulty. As reality goes within the situation, only two beings remain positive on what happened, while Marcus is left confused, distraught, and searching, unknown where to start. A bracelet strapped around his wrist condemned itself of the name that relies a burden to his conscience, being pieced and held together by a thick string and beads with threaded bone pieces dangling in the middle, one representing himself and his wife, the middle being their son, Dexter—his being smaller than the other two, representing himself as being the child. A molded metal feather piece dangled from the bracelet, a name etched upon it’s surface: Alex Reyna Piers. For years he has been staring at the name, recognizing the ring to it, the thoughts endlessly plundering his brain to trace a recognition that can only falter in its presence. Out of all the significant jewelry he has worn there is one piece that he holds dearly and closely to him: his mother's pendant. Laced at the end of a silver thin chain was an oval turquoise-blue, crystalline mineral that was protected by a banding of a silvery like metal different from the silver chain. The mineral was something of greater importance to his mother, symbolizing an event in her past at most and Marcus always knew how dear it was to her. Tight banding around the rock hugged it closely, looping around in a downward spiral until the two ends met at the bottom of the rock, twisting and interlacing at the end before connecting at their end points. At the top of the necklace, where the lace and pendant met, spawned a blossoming floral-like design—almost similar to that of the opening of flower petals.

Of all things to note on Marcus' appearance that stands out the most, it was one of the many significant and hidden things of his body: his mechanical leg. After a minor incursion with a Syrask attack (a humble planned surprise attack on he and his dragon, Synile), Marcus had been confirmed infected with the virus the Syrask carry within their body—which is known to be a lot similar to the flesh eating virus (Necrotizing fasciitis). The infected dragon called the Syrask (the viral strand infects nearly anything that is living, including dragons) was able to sink its teeth into his leg quickly before retaliating after Synile had peaked to her final state of rage. While prior to the incident Marcus had to have his leg amputated from the thigh down, thanks to his best friend, Baird, making it nearly crucial to his health and own well being. As it was a painful process at that, there was no other way to fight the infection or much less beat it without becoming one of the infectious creatures. However, while Baird was able to amputate the infected parts of his leg, he wasn't able to retrieve and destroy the virus entirely from his body. Small cells of the virus had escaped into his blood stream, homing into his body like it had been invited for dinner and it didn't have the intent to leave even if told otherwise. Baird had worked up a prototype of the version he was building for Marcus: a mechanical leg that could assure solid, swift movement while holding back the virus from reaching his heart or any of his vitals by releasing a liquid that engulfed the infected cells in a gel, prohibiting the virus from mutating and causing further damage. After days—or weeks—of consistent, grueling work with induced blood, sweat and tears, Baird was able to finish the final product. There were a few complications with the mechanical piece, such as connecting the nerves and allowing the machine to infuse to his body and work with his brain, but even more so Baird had granted Marcus movement once again. The machine harnessed similar attributes to that of the brain and a working nerve system: it sent out signals through the body through needle-like nodes that acted like a network of tissue, veins, vessels, and tendons while promoting a link between his leg and his brain. The metallic piece was drilled into his flesh and glued with a strong adhesive to provide support and comfort, and to keep his leg in place and quite the job to be removed.

The machine had a glossy texture while lamented with LED like lights from within side the clear metallic sheets, providing a support system between Marcus and the mechanical leg. It neither had to be charged or changed weekly or monthly, only dubbed up with a injection every now and then to keep the gel like fluid maintained and solid to help with the virus within his blood stream. While upon request, Baird was able to make the mechanical piece barely noticeable through Marcus' pants/clothing. Vein-like wires ran up and down the sides of the mechanical leg, providing a cooling system for the machine while allowing a flow of blood through the machine and Marcus' body. Marcus cannot feel anything from the amputated part of his thigh, only where there was tissue and flesh visible held feeling or nerves. Baird has been an importance piece in re-configuring Marcus' appearance, and even more so, changing it and another piece had gained his infamy within Marcus' body: his heart. Just like his leg Marcus' heart had been experiencing abrupt changes due to the infection consuming his body, quite frankly it had attacked his heart prior to the day of the initial infection only it took longer for the virus to breach his heart and commend infestation within the blood stream, valves, and arteries. With the painful blow to his heart Marcus was rendered nearly paralyzed and experiencing something close to what one would call a heart attack or cardiac arrest. Baird was experienced with engineering and some degree of performing surgery, but nothing like removing part of a heart and replacing it with the same machine he had with his leg, and Marcus wasn't in any condition for the status but they had no other option left on the table. His heart retains a mechanical piece within the left valve of the heart, just above the main chamber within the organ. The piece pumps out the same adhesive gel which signals, identifies and consumes the infected blood cells and virus, containing them within the protective bubble. Famous for those two properties, Marcus homes in on the main condition of fighting against the virus that ravages his body, rendering him defenseless against the infestation. While the virus is nearly resilient and ravenous, Marcus' only options were limited and it was better than death.

Excerpt on Marcus' Infection: The Hole in his Chest

Breathing heavily with a short break in between to allow air to his lungs, Marcus lifted his sweater and undershirt, revealing the cause of the pain—in the dead center of his chest rested a large hole hallowed out in the center, exposing raw flesh and blackened muscle. A black liquid oozed from the flesh wound occasionally, almost like puss. Black tainted veins ran outwards from the hole, racing upwards and downwards in advancement through his body, similarly to the ones on his back. The hole deepens and stretches almost every month, growing larger by a centimeter each time, soon to advancing in its growing rate like a cyst. The hole was vaguely similar to that of a heroine infection—the encased infected hole black with raw life of a infectious puss and decay, rotting away the tissue in the area within its range.

Marcus' Sigil and Mark of Infection

The symbol seemed to look like an ordinary scar that had suffered from a massive wound that healed incorrectly, almost like a bubbled burn upon the skin. The right side of his face became the mere instant of who he was: a monster of all proportions. Thin vein-like striations ran in streaks from and around his eye, a faint glow brimming underneath the flesh near the eye socket and cheek bone, almost like a light had been pressed against his flesh from the inside. The faint luminous glow had only shown around the right eye socket and cheek bone, leaving the left side of his face barren and absent while the veins ran down and inked towards the neck and ending midway. His right eye took on a different aspect of color as it grew a beacon of shredded hope, engulfed shades of orange, ruse, and crimson forming within the mixture that presumed was the iris. Within the center of his pupil a ray of piercing light slowly went from a dim light to a lambent beacon like an activation code had been entered, and the monster was released from its cage, revealing the beast for its true form. The sclera (which is the white part of the eye) had been consumed by a shade of soft gray-ebony, flecks of crimson melting within the abyss of his eyes while the consumption of enraged color blossomed with loud hues. The infused symbol upon his wrist came alive once the monster inside had been reborn, burning down its tethers and chains, breaking down the gates to stand in a shroud of death and war. The etched symbol flared with an angelic glow, blooming hues of a golden orange, ruse and carmine. As it matched his eyes indefinitely, Marcus took on a whole new aspect and being; he wasn't himself, no, he was someone else. He was still Marcus, but his conscience was composed of two beings: himself and an unnamed silhouette that presumed to be his former self in which he hid from. Lambent veins quickly striated from the symbol etched into his flesh, the same luminous glow appearing beneath the skin as did near his right eye socket. As it was full submerged under the muscle and flesh, it still remained a fading yet dastardly glow that gave off a sheer color of infection and corruption. The veins were submersed and inked in a blanketing darkness of a crimson and charcoal-black, the golden-orange and ruse brewing beneath the skin like a submerged light just underneath the muscle and thin flesh.

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Notable Facts


  • Marcus is in fact a cannibal. [Yes, this is in all seriousness!] He is a cannibal, but nothing along the lines of like most cannibalism; he can help the cause and doesn't suffer from it too much, however, it's almost like a primal need within his body thanks to a dear ol' son of his. Unfortunately, it tears him apart as the lust and hunger grows within him, consuming him whole while it becomes almost necessary to kill someone and feed.

  • He suffers from two allergens, both being anthrax and lead—and his enemies come to a liking of this advantage against him.

  • His worst phobia is the thought of being alone or much less dying alone; he also loathes water (anything that is rather "deep" per say). Synile would use this as a mockery against Marcus while they flew over large seas or bodies of water.

  • I created Marcus back in 2006 because I grew a liking to the character Marcus Fenix from the video game Gears of War, which thus inspired his name to be Marcus.

  • Marcus adorns a mechanical leg due to a viral infection introduced into his veins (one that is a lot similar to the Flesh Eating Virus). In his previous medical history he's had a heart implant—that is now almost 85% bio-mechanical—and major scarring on some parts of his body such as his chest, shoulder, lower back, and minor parts on his face.

  • Unlike most Seethens he has a rare form of eye color: sectoral hetero-chromnia, which is the discoloration within the iris of the eye (i.e. a part of the eye will be a separate/different color from the rest of the iris itself).

  • He has suffered multiple accounts of PTSD, amnesia and memory loss due to traumatic experiences; he has lived his life in mourn while grieving without the proper information of knowing why he felt the way he did. For five years he was left unaware of his actions that caused the massive amnesia attack to his brain, leaving him restless and violent—which then lead to his drinking habit.

  • Soon after he picked up a drinking habit which was able to consume his rage and temper, only to recreate a horrible set back against his anger and pent up grief.

  • Marcus is held accountable for a lifetime's worth of deaths, especially that of his wife (which he holds no recollection for). His son holds a vengeance and strong loathing against his father whilst pertaining to the thought of killing him. With that in mind, Marcus also holds a personal vendetta against himself, presuming that his hatred is the strongest thing he has in primary against himself. His own self-loathing eats him alive while fueling the monster he has internally. (Basically no one hates him more than the hatred he has for himself.)

  • Out of his whole lifetime Marcus has only had one child, Dexter Piers. Most wouldn't notice him to being Marcus' son not only because it seems they share no relation, but because Dexter uses his mother's own last name instead of his father's which reluctantly ensures that he remains off the radar while others are clueless about his relation to Marcus.

  • It is thought that Marcus lives with a split-personality disorder caused by the massive traumatic experiences in his earlier and later years and is yet perceived to be his former self that he initially hid from everyone and anyone close to him. There are times where the former side of himself rages to a peak and reveals himself whilst taking control, or even more so becomes a more volatile and malevolent piece in Marcus—it's almost quite similar to a demonic possession more or less.

  • Marcus also suffers from delusion prior to the circumstances of his amnesia, disorder, and the memory loss as a way to recover from a troubling loss. To him Synile is dead and he manifests her image with his mind, making it seem like a tangible reality much less something for him to believe and feel comfort. Unfortunately, the former side of himself clearly helps Marcus see that it's just a delusion being set up by himself through his mind as reassurance and divided comfort.
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