Name: Mercutio (would rather be called Marco) Mortelupi
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Preference: Claims he’s straight but is actually pansexual
Blood Type: O+
Power Type: N/A
Specialty: Handheld blades such as knives and daggers
Weaponry: Main – A rather long and beautifully curved blade that one could unsheathe it at moment’s notice, with intricate swirls of design indented into the silver blade. The hilt is a black-blue color and had a gold pattern lining the edges. He also has a couple handguns, knives, and daggers.
Appearance: He has a strong jawline and a symmetrical face with sharp brown eyes and dyed, dark red hair. He looks lean with clothes on, but is actually quite muscular. There’s a tattoo on his arm. He’s fond of nice dark clothes.
Companies owned: (editing)
History: *cue tragic backstory*
As a young boy, Marco was known for his rebellious behavior. But, the thing is – he’d never get caught. He was very stubborn and furtive, knowing the right time to pounce and not giving up when the “prey” seemed to be winning.
Marco didn’t really make any friends, due to his always scowling and slightly sinister expression. He didn’t mind, though. He was more of a lone wolf anyways.</span></p>
His family was quite plain. His father was a cook and his mother a hairstylist. His younger brother was annoying and his older sister was mother-like. It was your typical family. Even though it wasn’t all that exciting, he enjoyed his family anyways. With the exception of them being irritating at times.
When he was about 6 or so, his father disappeared. He was too young to understand that his father wasn’t actually just on a trip. He knew better now.
It was hard on him; the once easy life out of his grasp. He could hear his mother crying when she thought no one else heard. Now the whole family just seemed numb.
In the present, Marco tries to leave all his worries behind by wandering around and looking for adventure and maybe a little drama.
Other: He’s a risk-taker. He’s very stern and straightforward. He always hides small amounts of cash in random places – his shoe, pocket, underwear, etc. etc. He has a habit of biting his hair when he gets nervous. He feels comfortable in a crowd where no one knows who he is. He’s a total mess when drunk, and a very light drinker.
Theme Song: Young Volcanoes or Rabpit – Dream/mostly any Deemo soundtrack