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Marco combed through his hair while staring at the roots of it in the mirror of the airport. {I should dye it again… The roots are showing.}, he thought, scrunching up his face in distaste. He brushed off his suit, shaking his head to clear his thoughts as he stepped out of the bathroom.
The redheaded Italian hurriedly strode through the crowded area of the airport with his briefcase in hand. He was running a bit late – though, if he hadn’t wasted time inspecting himself in the mirror, maybe he wouldn’t be – and he couldn’t afford it. He continued to push his way through the throng of equally busy people, not bothering to properly apologize to the ones he bumped into. A man even cursed in a language he didn’t know and shook his fist at him. At least he mumbled, “Mi scusi,” now and then and tried to keep his temper down.
At last, he made it onto the airplane. He exhaled heavily and sunk down in his seat after putting away his briefcase, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose. He hoped the long flight would be enjoyable.
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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
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So, which families am I — well, my character — allowed to be in?
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okay– so the pic’s not showing up for some reason.. Help? ;;w;;
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Name: Tavros Blackwood
Age: In his early 20’s
Magical Abilities: He can manipulate shadows and form them into anything he wants.
Other Info: He has a bad temper. Probably more bark than bite, though – but it wouldn’t be smart to make him mad. He loves art and has a habit of conjuring up shadows to make small doodles.
Appearance:
(( Art credit goes to sakimichan! I’ll draw him myself when I have time. owo ))
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Sivan exhaled and shook his head a bit before speaking up. “Look, guys– since we’re all going to the same place and have no rides, we gotta do something.” He gestured to the van. “Yeah, maybe she knows what’s up with this.”
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Sivan raised an eyebrow as the eighteen wheeler showed up, watching as the others questioned the vehicle, tilting his head in a dog-like way. He half-smiled a bit, slightly amused.
His attention went to the van, his expression now curious and confused. He had the urge to walk up to it, but stayed behind with the group. Someone could ask the woman in the car questions, but it probably wouldn’t be him.
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Sivan looked up when he heard someone speak up to him, looking a bit startled before he answered. “Oh– I was just looking for my pen..” he mumbled, his eyes returning to the ground.
He lit up a bit as he heard the strangers having the same destination as him. He pursed his lips. Why not give it a shot? Maybe something good would happen.
He hesitated a moment before walking over to the group and clearing his throat. “Does everyone here needs to go to New York?”
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Sivan ignored the two girls that were near him, running a hand through his hair hastily before glancing back at the smallish sketchbook he held. He fumbled through his numerous pockets of his jacket, searching for the dark blue pen he always used. When he couldn’t find it, he blinked, looking extremely worried. “Damn..” he muttered. It was a habit of his — forgetting where things were, even though he seemed to be just holding them in a matter of seconds.. The pen wasn’t lost, though, just tucked behind his ear. He didn’t notice.
He only continued searching the pockets of his jacket and pants, walking in a circle and staring at the ground to see if he dropped it or something and looking like an idiot. “Where is it..”
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Name: Sivan Terloz
Age/Gender: 16-18ish/Male
Appearance: He is about 5’11, maybe 6’ and well toned – but not too buff or slender – and slightly tanned skin. He has black hair with cyan blue highlights, high cheekbones, stormy gray eyes, and would be better-looking if he didn’t scowl so much. He usually wears a black leather jacket with a sleeveless red shirt underneath, ripped jeans, and sneakers.
Personality: He’s sarcastic and seems… “grumpy” most of the time, but is actually a clumsy dork who smiles at his own jokes. He pretends to be tough. He’s real stubborn and gullible. He’ll act cold at first and gradually warm up to people he likes. He’s extremely loyal.
Strengths: He can sing, but drawing is his forte. Naps – he can fall asleep easily. Athletic.
Weaknesses: His temper. How ticklish he is. Clumsiness. Heights.
Cool stuff: He used to be in a band, but they disbanded. He can play guitar.
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uh, I agree to the rules