Post by Marley King on Aug 18, 2015 18:28:17 GMT
MARLEY KING
MEISTER CLASS THREE 6'2 157lbs 17 |
PERSONALITY
While he looks cute and sweet Marley is anything but, at least outwardly. Marley gives off a sort of "if you talk to me, you're gonna have a bad time," vibe. Marley is not one for companionship, friends, or large groups in general. He is a paranoid anti-social loser and he likes it that way. Marley does not have friends, he does have acquaintances. When he talks to someone it is generally because he needs something from them or wants to tell them why he doesn't ever want to see them again. Though this only ever happens if he has a very valid reason. Most would label him the term "jerk" or "a-hole" but Marley likes to refer to himself as uninhibited. He does not care what people think of him, unless you're important and he has a reason to impress you. These things make him seem emotionless however it isn't entirely true. Marley isn't emotionless, he is numb. From his experiences embracing emotions and sharing them lead to a tragic end of some sort. He is more the sort to avoid emotion like the plague rather to embrace how he feels. He will go out of his way to avoid other people's emotions as well. If Marley sees someone crying he will turn around and walk the other way without so much as a thought to how it will make the other person feel. If he can't deal with his own emotions he doesn't see how anyone expects him to deal with someone else's.
Marley is not mean, not purposefully. He doesn't kick puppies or make children cry. He will not go out of his way to incite emotion from another person, especially not sadness. When Marley talks to people he is short and precise in an attempt to end the conversation as quickly as possible. The only time Marley freely feels emotion is when he prides himself on how far he has come, or when he is alone and even then it is hard for him. By an onlooker Marley could be seen as goal driven, though again this is not entirely true. While focused on what he is doing Marley has no clear goal in sight for his actions. He takes each day with a grain of salt. He prefers his routine. It is the first sense of stability he's had in his life. From his parents failed marriage to his failed friendship with Greg the boy views relationships as pointless. In his own way however Marley craves attention and while he would never admit it, ever, he sometimes wonders if he should try to make friends. This idea is quickly squashed by memories of Greg, the boy that he fell in love with.
On the subject of romance the weapon believes that romance exists, sure, but he would rather let it exist without him for now. Marley does feels attraction though, like every other person. It is a psychical response that he cannot shut off much to his disdain. Marley's eye does not appreciate the female form. He learned this a few years ago and has mostly kept it to himself since for obvious reasons. He does not like the need to be around another person all the time, to crave their presence. This, coupled with many other reasons, is why he still has not made an active search for a partner. Having to rely on someone like that terrifies the boy. While it may be irrational Marley would rather graduate a student without a partner then go through the exhausting process that he's seen his classmates go through.
All in all Marley seems like a more complicated person than he really is. Under the surface, deep down, he is a normal teenager, hurt by his past. The only thing about Marley that really does break character is his obsession with flipping people off. He doesn't even have to be in a bad mood to do it, though that never helps. If he catches you staring or just thinks you look too happy, he will flip you off, mostly just to see your reaction but also because no one should be that happy.
Marley is not mean, not purposefully. He doesn't kick puppies or make children cry. He will not go out of his way to incite emotion from another person, especially not sadness. When Marley talks to people he is short and precise in an attempt to end the conversation as quickly as possible. The only time Marley freely feels emotion is when he prides himself on how far he has come, or when he is alone and even then it is hard for him. By an onlooker Marley could be seen as goal driven, though again this is not entirely true. While focused on what he is doing Marley has no clear goal in sight for his actions. He takes each day with a grain of salt. He prefers his routine. It is the first sense of stability he's had in his life. From his parents failed marriage to his failed friendship with Greg the boy views relationships as pointless. In his own way however Marley craves attention and while he would never admit it, ever, he sometimes wonders if he should try to make friends. This idea is quickly squashed by memories of Greg, the boy that he fell in love with.
On the subject of romance the weapon believes that romance exists, sure, but he would rather let it exist without him for now. Marley does feels attraction though, like every other person. It is a psychical response that he cannot shut off much to his disdain. Marley's eye does not appreciate the female form. He learned this a few years ago and has mostly kept it to himself since for obvious reasons. He does not like the need to be around another person all the time, to crave their presence. This, coupled with many other reasons, is why he still has not made an active search for a partner. Having to rely on someone like that terrifies the boy. While it may be irrational Marley would rather graduate a student without a partner then go through the exhausting process that he's seen his classmates go through.
All in all Marley seems like a more complicated person than he really is. Under the surface, deep down, he is a normal teenager, hurt by his past. The only thing about Marley that really does break character is his obsession with flipping people off. He doesn't even have to be in a bad mood to do it, though that never helps. If he catches you staring or just thinks you look too happy, he will flip you off, mostly just to see your reaction but also because no one should be that happy.
POSITIVE TRAITS Honest Dutiful Humble Rational Methodical | NEGATIVE TRAITS Stubborn Insensitive Judgmental Distant Abrasive | STRENGTHS Calm Practical Natural leader Speed Quick thinking | WEAKNESSES Strength Stubborn Procrastination Obsessive Tactless |
APPEARANCE
HAIR COLOR: black | EYE COLOR: blue | BODY BUILD: thin | ETHNICITY: caucasian |
HISTORY
Marley King was born in LA on a cold and rainy day, whether that was foreshadowing or just shitty weather one couldn't be sure. His mother endured a grueling twenty eight hour birth, painfully trying to bring him into the world as his father waited nervously. All in all it was a stressful day that paid off in the birth of the "miracle" that was Marley. The family was a poor one, though not so much that they didn't survive. However they did suffer. Marley was the kid dressed in hand-me-downs and thrift store deals when he started kindergarten. He was the kid who got toys donated to his family from local charities for Christmas. Marley was the kid who learned what pity was before he eight. The happy demeanor of a child soon faded from him. His positive attitude was quickly replaced by a weary view of the world. Marley watched as his parents perfect union crumbled. "Mommy's just stressed out honey, why don't we talk later?," became his mother's mantra in conjunction with his father's growing attraction to last call at the local bar. As the child grew it became worse and worse. Everyone but his parents knew their marriage was over but they hung on like addicts tend to do. On his tenth birthday Marley woke up like it was any other day, his mother put a bowl of cereal in front of him and went back to nagging her father about his late arrival home. His father responded with some retort and the boy sighed.
Generally he ignored them, he went to his room and he distracted himself somehow. Today was different. "It's my birthday." The child muttered and slipped from the chair. "Why can't you just for one day act happy?" Marley was in tears, his small heart breaking. His parents stood accused and they said nothing. "I hate you! Both of you!" Marley screamed. "I wish I'd never been born." He melodramatically ran out of the house. The boy wandered around outside, his blood boiling. He wasn't sure why he was upset, shouldn't he have been used to this by now? The boy's only escape was during the school year where he could get away for seven hours a day, when he managed to make it there. Eventually the boy grew tired and found refuge on an old out of place park bench. "Stupid parents!" He kicked at what looked like a long piece of a discarded metal pipe through his tear soaked eyes. A flash of light blinded the child and cause him to cry harder. "Hey! What'd you kick me for, you jerk? Wait, why are you crying?" A small voice asked him. He felt the dilapidated bench dip beside him. Marley peeked out to find a small boy sitting next to him. "I'm not crying." He sniffled and wiped his tears on his shirt sleeves. "Hey what do you mean why did I kick you?" The other boy blinked at him and laughed. "Oh, you must not have known." Marley was utterly confused, and he was sure it showed on his face. "Okay well... it's hard to explain. I can show you though!" The boy bounced on the bench excitedly and Marley wasn't sure whether to be exited or terrified, so he settled on a mixture of the two emotions.
This is the moment in his life where if asked, Marley will give different answers. Sometimes it's the best day of his life and other's it's the worst. Wide-eyed Marley watched as the boy's arm changed shape in a burst of light. In the place of the boy's arm was a triangle shaped... pointy thing. "Woah! How did you do that?" Marley inched closer to the boy. "I have no idea, but I can change more than my arm. My mom says a lot of people in our family can do stuff like this. She's been showing me how to." So Marley spent the next two hours watching this boy change his arm back and forth between metal and flesh, transfixed. When the sky darkened Marley said his goodbyes to his new friend. "I'm Greg, by the way. Hey you wanna play again tomorrow?" Marley nodded and waved goodbye as he'd ran home. When he got home his father was already gone to make his appointment with the local bartender and his mother had already locked herself in her room but the boy didn't even care. The next few weeks were spent with Greg, his only friend. They would do the things normal kids did as well as spend hours on end watching Greg transform his arm. The two grew close over the summer. Their days spent together were the happiest of his life so far. As the summer came to a close however Greg became distant. "I won't get to see you now that school is starting... Mom doesn't let me go to your school." They promised each other that day to try and meet in that spot at least every other day.
Five years. Five years they spent together, from children to teenagers. From play fights to talking about real fights they had with their parents. Marley had other friends, but none as close as Greg, none he cared about as much as he cared about the boy who'd always been there. The boy that he had feelings for that he kept hidden out of fear. Also because in the last year or so Greg had changed, he'd become self centered and mean. It reminded him too much of his parents. Their friendship became a shaky ground that Marley kept walking on out of habit. "Why don't we try something new?" Greg had suggested on probably the second best/worst day of his life. "What are you talking about?" He'd asked. "Just hold on." Greg had grabbed Marley's arm and that familiar flash of light blinded him. He felt as if the light passed through him, setting his nerves on fire as it went. "What the hell Greg!" Just calm down, don't be a baby. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK! His hands burned but somehow Marley managed not to drop the weapon now in his hands, as heavy as it was. Just breath, and relax. It was kind of hard to do that but Marley managed it for about... twenty seconds. He held onto the weapon for the time that it took him to be awed by it, and to think of how much he loved Greg, something he'd never actually told the other boy. The weapon grew unbearably heavy and Marley gave into gravity, seeing a flash of light just as his hands released the weapon. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Marley stared at his shoes, understanding without having to be told what had just happened. "I hope you don't think I feel the same way Marley. No wonder you never had a girlfriend. You're a faggot! You know what, just don't come back here. I never want to see you again." Hours after Greg had gone, and taken Marley's heart with him, he sat on the same bench he'd sat on the day they'd met and he cried.
The next day his life changed forever with the knock of a door. Apparently Greg had told his parents about the whole situation. Greg's mother worked at the academy for many years before she'd had Greg and retired. She said that, despite Marley and Greg's fight she felt like she needed to tell him about his gift. "Gift," she'd said. Marley had nodded and agreed, though he felt nothing. He felt nothing as he'd packed his suitcase, he'd felt nothing as he'd said goodbye to his parents and he'd felt nothing when he saw Greg watching him board the bus that would take him far away. The next year and a half of his life was spent in a haze, as if he was on autopilot. He went to class, he trained, he learned but he felt almost nothing. These days the meister trains everyday, goes to class, and sufficiently manages to ignore most everyone at the academy. Though he knows he needs to find a partner the boy just hasn't yet, in fact at times he avoids it.
Generally he ignored them, he went to his room and he distracted himself somehow. Today was different. "It's my birthday." The child muttered and slipped from the chair. "Why can't you just for one day act happy?" Marley was in tears, his small heart breaking. His parents stood accused and they said nothing. "I hate you! Both of you!" Marley screamed. "I wish I'd never been born." He melodramatically ran out of the house. The boy wandered around outside, his blood boiling. He wasn't sure why he was upset, shouldn't he have been used to this by now? The boy's only escape was during the school year where he could get away for seven hours a day, when he managed to make it there. Eventually the boy grew tired and found refuge on an old out of place park bench. "Stupid parents!" He kicked at what looked like a long piece of a discarded metal pipe through his tear soaked eyes. A flash of light blinded the child and cause him to cry harder. "Hey! What'd you kick me for, you jerk? Wait, why are you crying?" A small voice asked him. He felt the dilapidated bench dip beside him. Marley peeked out to find a small boy sitting next to him. "I'm not crying." He sniffled and wiped his tears on his shirt sleeves. "Hey what do you mean why did I kick you?" The other boy blinked at him and laughed. "Oh, you must not have known." Marley was utterly confused, and he was sure it showed on his face. "Okay well... it's hard to explain. I can show you though!" The boy bounced on the bench excitedly and Marley wasn't sure whether to be exited or terrified, so he settled on a mixture of the two emotions.
This is the moment in his life where if asked, Marley will give different answers. Sometimes it's the best day of his life and other's it's the worst. Wide-eyed Marley watched as the boy's arm changed shape in a burst of light. In the place of the boy's arm was a triangle shaped... pointy thing. "Woah! How did you do that?" Marley inched closer to the boy. "I have no idea, but I can change more than my arm. My mom says a lot of people in our family can do stuff like this. She's been showing me how to." So Marley spent the next two hours watching this boy change his arm back and forth between metal and flesh, transfixed. When the sky darkened Marley said his goodbyes to his new friend. "I'm Greg, by the way. Hey you wanna play again tomorrow?" Marley nodded and waved goodbye as he'd ran home. When he got home his father was already gone to make his appointment with the local bartender and his mother had already locked herself in her room but the boy didn't even care. The next few weeks were spent with Greg, his only friend. They would do the things normal kids did as well as spend hours on end watching Greg transform his arm. The two grew close over the summer. Their days spent together were the happiest of his life so far. As the summer came to a close however Greg became distant. "I won't get to see you now that school is starting... Mom doesn't let me go to your school." They promised each other that day to try and meet in that spot at least every other day.
Five years. Five years they spent together, from children to teenagers. From play fights to talking about real fights they had with their parents. Marley had other friends, but none as close as Greg, none he cared about as much as he cared about the boy who'd always been there. The boy that he had feelings for that he kept hidden out of fear. Also because in the last year or so Greg had changed, he'd become self centered and mean. It reminded him too much of his parents. Their friendship became a shaky ground that Marley kept walking on out of habit. "Why don't we try something new?" Greg had suggested on probably the second best/worst day of his life. "What are you talking about?" He'd asked. "Just hold on." Greg had grabbed Marley's arm and that familiar flash of light blinded him. He felt as if the light passed through him, setting his nerves on fire as it went. "What the hell Greg!" Just calm down, don't be a baby. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK! His hands burned but somehow Marley managed not to drop the weapon now in his hands, as heavy as it was. Just breath, and relax. It was kind of hard to do that but Marley managed it for about... twenty seconds. He held onto the weapon for the time that it took him to be awed by it, and to think of how much he loved Greg, something he'd never actually told the other boy. The weapon grew unbearably heavy and Marley gave into gravity, seeing a flash of light just as his hands released the weapon. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Marley stared at his shoes, understanding without having to be told what had just happened. "I hope you don't think I feel the same way Marley. No wonder you never had a girlfriend. You're a faggot! You know what, just don't come back here. I never want to see you again." Hours after Greg had gone, and taken Marley's heart with him, he sat on the same bench he'd sat on the day they'd met and he cried.
The next day his life changed forever with the knock of a door. Apparently Greg had told his parents about the whole situation. Greg's mother worked at the academy for many years before she'd had Greg and retired. She said that, despite Marley and Greg's fight she felt like she needed to tell him about his gift. "Gift," she'd said. Marley had nodded and agreed, though he felt nothing. He felt nothing as he'd packed his suitcase, he'd felt nothing as he'd said goodbye to his parents and he'd felt nothing when he saw Greg watching him board the bus that would take him far away. The next year and a half of his life was spent in a haze, as if he was on autopilot. He went to class, he trained, he learned but he felt almost nothing. These days the meister trains everyday, goes to class, and sufficiently manages to ignore most everyone at the academy. Though he knows he needs to find a partner the boy just hasn't yet, in fact at times he avoids it.
ABILITIES
BLITZ: Marley has the ability to give himself sort bursts of speed. Think, Sonic without the nonstop running. This isn't something that Marley can just use over and over. His boost in speed is short range and short lived, granting him a temporary escape. This ability depends on his stamina as well, if he is exhausted the ability may fall short or not activate at all. Once used this ability has to cool down, as most abilities do. Marley will need about ten minutes (three to five posts), until this ability is anywhere near usable again. If he tries to activate it again before it's fully ready it could backfire and impair his speed. (level: intermediate)
COMEBACK: This ability has saved Marley's ass loads of times, though more constricting than Blitz. This ability allows him too speed up his reaction time and boost his coordination. From an onlooker this ability would look as if he could see the future, however that isn't the case. Marley isn't a psychic, his perception is increased. Any twitch of the arm or subtle lift of the leg, becomes a lot more obvious to him than it normally would be. He can also react to these cues much faster. This ability has limits as all do. He can use it twice in a fight, and even that may be pushing it depending on how much of a beating he's taken. Also the comedown from this ability is physically exhausting. Having your senses sped up and then rapidly slowed down causes a great deal of stress on anyone's body. If Marley's already in a bad way before he activates this ability the fight will probably either end in him winning, getting his ass kicked, or him collapsed in a barley breathing heap on the ground. (level: intermediate)
BLOWBACK: Marley has the ability to take the natural electric current and amplify it. This ability is something he's just recently discovered though he practices with it regularly. In the event of unwanted human, or even inhuman contact, Marley can take the electric current inside of him and push it outwards. This essentially turns him into some sort of electric fence. (level: beginner)
COMEBACK: This ability has saved Marley's ass loads of times, though more constricting than Blitz. This ability allows him too speed up his reaction time and boost his coordination. From an onlooker this ability would look as if he could see the future, however that isn't the case. Marley isn't a psychic, his perception is increased. Any twitch of the arm or subtle lift of the leg, becomes a lot more obvious to him than it normally would be. He can also react to these cues much faster. This ability has limits as all do. He can use it twice in a fight, and even that may be pushing it depending on how much of a beating he's taken. Also the comedown from this ability is physically exhausting. Having your senses sped up and then rapidly slowed down causes a great deal of stress on anyone's body. If Marley's already in a bad way before he activates this ability the fight will probably either end in him winning, getting his ass kicked, or him collapsed in a barley breathing heap on the ground. (level: intermediate)
BLOWBACK: Marley has the ability to take the natural electric current and amplify it. This ability is something he's just recently discovered though he practices with it regularly. In the event of unwanted human, or even inhuman contact, Marley can take the electric current inside of him and push it outwards. This essentially turns him into some sort of electric fence. (level: beginner)
