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I am an Original Rp player, i have Rp for almost 7-8 years now. Originally started from Xat.com. However, Coming to this site made it more easier and calmer for me to reply without being spammed by multiple people at once.
I don't do a lot of fandom's. There a few i will enjoy doing but not alot. Like these ones; Transformers, Voltron LD, Overwatch and Destiny.
Fandoms i want to try; Star Wars, Full Metal Alchemist, Power Rangers, DC and Marvel fandoms (Any really)
The Genre i am willing to do are; Action, Anime, Cartoon, Crossover, Romance, Video Game, Adventure
Genre i wont do; Horror
I am also willing to do Pairing: MXM and FXM
I am a One liner and Semi-lit. I can do either though. If you start as a One liner, i'll follow through with a one liner. Same goes with the Semi-lit, then i'll try my best to write a reply with it.
I don't do a lot of fandom's. There a few i will enjoy doing but not alot. Like these ones; Transformers, Voltron LD, Overwatch and Destiny.
Fandoms i want to try; Star Wars, Full Metal Alchemist, Power Rangers, DC and Marvel fandoms (Any really)
The Genre i am willing to do are; Action, Anime, Cartoon, Crossover, Romance, Video Game, Adventure
Genre i wont do; Horror
I am also willing to do Pairing: MXM and FXM
I am a One liner and Semi-lit. I can do either though. If you start as a One liner, i'll follow through with a one liner. Same goes with the Semi-lit, then i'll try my best to write a reply with it.
Inara Foster
....Access Granted....
Video recording opening..
"Take her!" A weak voice was heard, her voice seem to plead to someone in the room. The child in her arm was wailing loudly for her mother but this voice, it belonged Teela. She was pleading to someone. "Please.. i beg of you.."
"Teela.." A softer voice, it was male and he sounded so quiet. So heart broken. But the guy in white armor, a clone. He took the infant in brown cloth, keeping the child warm and close to his chest.
The mother eyes couldn't be seen behind the blind fold but the edge was soggy by her tears. Even those tears escaped the blind fold and rolled down the women square face. It had hurt him to see her like this, but he knew. For some reason, he knew the clones turned against them. His own squad was out the door, guarding Teela and the child. They were the only source of protection to the only jedi.
"Rex.." Teela could hear the sound of heart breaking in his tone. "Take her far from here. Take her to lothal. She'll be safe there. A family.. they knew, they'll take her in." The blind jedi explained quickly. She couldn't bring herself to take her own child back. She had to disappear to protect herself, and to keep her child safe.
Rex jaw seem to tense. His mind was whirling in different directions. "We can protect you both. I can do it. I can keep you both safe." He pressed on. He didn't want to leave the only friend he had. But the child looked so much like her father. He could tell who the father was but he didn't want to say it and neither did Teela
"I know.." Her voice was such a whisper. "But it's safer that we weren't together." She had to defend her daughter. The empire would be after her only child. She was protecting her child.
Once more the child continued to wail loudly. She was hunger. She was tired and Teela couldn't keep her child safe. No matter how much she loved her daughter. Her daughter wasn't safe with her.
Rex finally had to give in. "What am i to say?" He asked, looking toward the child in his arms, his fingers brushing over the short thin baby hair.
Teela smiled. "Just say her name is Inara Foster and they understand."
Video recording ended...
(More will be added later.)
Video recording opening..
"Take her!" A weak voice was heard, her voice seem to plead to someone in the room. The child in her arm was wailing loudly for her mother but this voice, it belonged Teela. She was pleading to someone. "Please.. i beg of you.."
"Teela.." A softer voice, it was male and he sounded so quiet. So heart broken. But the guy in white armor, a clone. He took the infant in brown cloth, keeping the child warm and close to his chest.
The mother eyes couldn't be seen behind the blind fold but the edge was soggy by her tears. Even those tears escaped the blind fold and rolled down the women square face. It had hurt him to see her like this, but he knew. For some reason, he knew the clones turned against them. His own squad was out the door, guarding Teela and the child. They were the only source of protection to the only jedi.
"Rex.." Teela could hear the sound of heart breaking in his tone. "Take her far from here. Take her to lothal. She'll be safe there. A family.. they knew, they'll take her in." The blind jedi explained quickly. She couldn't bring herself to take her own child back. She had to disappear to protect herself, and to keep her child safe.
Rex jaw seem to tense. His mind was whirling in different directions. "We can protect you both. I can do it. I can keep you both safe." He pressed on. He didn't want to leave the only friend he had. But the child looked so much like her father. He could tell who the father was but he didn't want to say it and neither did Teela
"I know.." Her voice was such a whisper. "But it's safer that we weren't together." She had to defend her daughter. The empire would be after her only child. She was protecting her child.
Once more the child continued to wail loudly. She was hunger. She was tired and Teela couldn't keep her child safe. No matter how much she loved her daughter. Her daughter wasn't safe with her.
Rex finally had to give in. "What am i to say?" He asked, looking toward the child in his arms, his fingers brushing over the short thin baby hair.
Teela smiled. "Just say her name is Inara Foster and they understand."
Video recording ended...
(More will be added later.)
Ida (Part three of Xena Pallara)
Name: Ida Wilhelm (by adoption)
2nd Name: Ida Reyes( By birth)
Nicknames: Lil' Vixen
Alias: Foxtrot
Age: 10-20 (Two different ages from two different years.)
Sex: female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Ethnicity/Species: Human
Occupation: Crusader
Affiliation: The Pack/Overwatch
Role: Spear/Bow master
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 110 pounds
Skin Tone: Fair skin
Eye Color: brown, sometimes changes to blue
Hair Style: long black hair in a loose pony tail but also has a single highlighted red cornrows on style.
Facial Shape: She has a wide face with a round chin, a narrow nose, and thin lips.
Body Type: Standing
Posture: (working on it.)
Normal clothes:
Hero suit: light weight armor with added chainmail and leather cloth tuck under her chainmail.
Night clothes: Tank top with cut gray shorts.
Accessories: A watch that is modified with Communication, Location scanner, tacker built-in. Her right glove has a built in Holographic image that links up to her Watch and holds all her contacts and mission information.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Phobias/Fears:
Family:
Friends:
Best friend:
Significant Other/Crush: None
Enemies: Talon
WEAPONS, ABILITIES & OTHER INFO
Max Health: 300
Weapons: Bow
Secondary Weapon: Spear
Max Ammo: 10
Ability 1: Shock Arrow
Ability 2: Spare shield
Ability 3: N/A
Ability 4: N/A
Ultimate Ability: Stalk of the Hunter, trickster (Summons a pack of foxes, leaving a trail of fire behind.)
Quotes/Interactions
Backstory:
2nd Name: Ida Reyes( By birth)
Nicknames: Lil' Vixen
Alias: Foxtrot
Age: 10-20 (Two different ages from two different years.)
Sex: female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Ethnicity/Species: Human
Occupation: Crusader
Affiliation: The Pack/Overwatch
Role: Spear/Bow master
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 110 pounds
Skin Tone: Fair skin
Eye Color: brown, sometimes changes to blue
Hair Style: long black hair in a loose pony tail but also has a single highlighted red cornrows on style.
Facial Shape: She has a wide face with a round chin, a narrow nose, and thin lips.
Body Type: Standing
Posture: (working on it.)
Normal clothes:
Hero suit: light weight armor with added chainmail and leather cloth tuck under her chainmail.
Night clothes: Tank top with cut gray shorts.
Accessories: A watch that is modified with Communication, Location scanner, tacker built-in. Her right glove has a built in Holographic image that links up to her Watch and holds all her contacts and mission information.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Phobias/Fears:
Family:
Friends:
Best friend:
Significant Other/Crush: None
Enemies: Talon
WEAPONS, ABILITIES & OTHER INFO
Max Health: 300
Weapons: Bow
Secondary Weapon: Spear
Max Ammo: 10
Ability 1: Shock Arrow
Ability 2: Spare shield
Ability 3: N/A
Ability 4: N/A
Ultimate Ability: Stalk of the Hunter, trickster (Summons a pack of foxes, leaving a trail of fire behind.)
Quotes/Interactions
Backstory:
Teela Foster
Accessing recording..
Granted.
"After finding a decent amount of children with the force residing in them, we took measures in our own hands instead. We wanted to see how strong the force really was. These children's were to become the Senators weapons."
Recording sped forward.
"6 months, 3 weeks and 10 days.. We have lost over a hundred children due to the injections we provided on making them stronger, obediant and emotionless. However the remaining have showed promising, especially one child. Number twenty-six dash forty-two dash three."
Recording sped forward again.
"22 months, 8 weeks and 20 days... we lost yet another thirty candidates. Our numbers continue to drop and we aren't getting any more cargo in. The Jedi order are on our tail and had to move operations. Such a disappointment. The children has began to grow resilient against our injections and started to speak up. Sadly, we had to mute them with a special collar. It pervents them from speaking against us. However one child still remain remarkable alive and catching our Senate interest."
Recording changes.
"The lab is under attack. I repeat, were under attack! All the children's have died and one has escaprd.. Teela Foster or also known as Number twenty-six dash forty-two dash three found a way to distract us, destroy a vital equipment and ran. You must locate and retrieve...." recording turned to static and ended.
Teela Foster
Hybrid of Raquor'daan and human
Age of twenty
Unknown to any human
Discovered by Yoda and a group of clone soldiers.
Raised by a clone named Max at the age of 8 soon after it was Obi wan kenobi at the age of 12. Age 15, she was instructed to another Jedi named Misha Marsh to become a padawan.
Her eyes are narrowed shape with a dull gray color, indicating she was blind. Black hair with what seems to have thin canine black ears resting on top of her head. Giving her that unknown feeling.
Standing 5' 5" tall, and underweight with fair skin. She has a square face, a well-formed nose and narrow lips with a single tooth poking out.
She has a strong connection to the force, able to use it as her way to see around her way. Her canine like ears give her the advantage to hear things in further distance and her sense of smell is stronger than the average human but she keep those ears hidden from view with a cloth acting as a bandana over her head.
She normally wears a gray sleeveless tunic with a red sleeveless jacket that seem like it was too small for her but however, it would fit her perfectly. The number barcode on her shoulder was pitched back with her experiment numbers. She even wore black pants, red loose belt that carried her Lightsaber hilt.
The way she could see the world, everything was plainly white, like she was viewing the very force within every being, every sentient, every creature and every life.
Unlike her master, Misha, who seemed to be human was actually a Miraluka. A force-sensitive race that wore either a mask or a blindfold. Teela could sense the force from the older jedi. The wisdom rolling off her.
She was just lucky to have suck a great master to fight along side with and learn.
Live recording of Misha and Teela:
"Impressive, now.." The Miraluka walked around such a young child. She looked only twelve. She even wore the padawan clothes of a gray tunic and pants, the brown sash around her waist. "Now focus and send it back into the target it."
Teela could sense something being tossed at her. The left over force fading from the ground orb. Her nose could pick up the foal stench of rubber. Raising her hand up in that direction of where the ball was coming from.
Her mind didnt race, it didnt jump to fear. With her focus on such an incoming object, her fingers twitched, a build of pressure came from her hand before releasing such a force from it. It sent the object away from her this time and without moments later, something hit the ground with an echo of the object bouncing.
"Amazing padawan," even her master was impress. "I am please, you used your other senses and kept your mind clear. Your progressing such a fast rate then the others." Misha admitted with much praise.
"Thankyou master," Teela bowed her head. She was grateful with the praises and compliments. "I aim to please."
"Dont speak as a slave, young one." The female jedi master spoke calme, the uneasiness was with her master force. "You are allow to make some mistakes. One, i am clearing seeing."
"Seeing?" Teela tilted her head in confusion as she straighten up. "What do you mean, master?"
"You speak as if you are a slave here," Her master spoken up. "And yet you are free to do what you please. Free from the collar that kept you unspoken. Free from the darkness that chases you." Misha explained, her hand gently touched the child shoulder.
"Perphaps that collar is still there but i can not feel it. Grasping and keeping me from being truly free."
"The perhaps it is time for our first mission." Misha stated with a calmer tone.
Live recording of Misha. Teela and the Jedi Order
"Master jedi Misha, are you certain you want to take her with you, Qui-Gon and young obi-wan kenobi" one of the jedi members questioned her mentors decision.
"I believe this is a good lesson for her to learn. To make a friend and possible a good ally by her side." Misha suggested, her arms were crossed and her hands tucked into the sleeves of her robe.
"This child could also bring darkness into the jedi order. How can we possible trust this creature.." a jedi in black robing pointed to Teela. The look in his eyes showed no trust at all toward the young padawan.
"She maybe a new race but this is not how we treat our jedis in training." Misha started a bit hashly, but even her face still held a calmer look.
"She an abomination, not some new species." The jedi before Teela could only stare toward him. The anger and hate in his tone didnt seem right. But the feel of his force was cold and dark. She didn't trust it.
"Enough," another jedi, Mace Windu, spoke. "You have spoken,Dooku and we have heard, however that does not prove why she can not be trusted. She is still learning our ways." The way this man sounded was peaceful and very trustworthy.
A dry hum followed with a chuckle came from someone. Her canine like ears flicked toward the sound. "Listens well, she does." That made everyone turned to the sound of the voice. "Keeps her thought to herself as well."
"Master Yoda," Misha spoke up to vouch for her padawan but the small green jedi had raised his hand up to silence the female jedi.
Teela heard something wood touch the ground and small feet lightly stepping, sounding as if one was walking toward her. She felt the force shift around her, revealing who was coming to her. There was that light green glow flowing around the small creature in robes in front of her, holding a wooden staff. "You see, yes?"
Teela ear flicked once. "I do master," There was curious murmurs followed by her reply. "But only through the force."
Master Yoda let out a hum. "Strong with the force, you are. Very strong." Yoda then turned to face the others. "She goes with Qui-Gon and his padawan."
End of all Recordings...
Granted.
"After finding a decent amount of children with the force residing in them, we took measures in our own hands instead. We wanted to see how strong the force really was. These children's were to become the Senators weapons."
Recording sped forward.
"6 months, 3 weeks and 10 days.. We have lost over a hundred children due to the injections we provided on making them stronger, obediant and emotionless. However the remaining have showed promising, especially one child. Number twenty-six dash forty-two dash three."
Recording sped forward again.
"22 months, 8 weeks and 20 days... we lost yet another thirty candidates. Our numbers continue to drop and we aren't getting any more cargo in. The Jedi order are on our tail and had to move operations. Such a disappointment. The children has began to grow resilient against our injections and started to speak up. Sadly, we had to mute them with a special collar. It pervents them from speaking against us. However one child still remain remarkable alive and catching our Senate interest."
Recording changes.
"The lab is under attack. I repeat, were under attack! All the children's have died and one has escaprd.. Teela Foster or also known as Number twenty-six dash forty-two dash three found a way to distract us, destroy a vital equipment and ran. You must locate and retrieve...." recording turned to static and ended.
Teela Foster
Hybrid of Raquor'daan and human
Age of twenty
Unknown to any human
Discovered by Yoda and a group of clone soldiers.
Raised by a clone named Max at the age of 8 soon after it was Obi wan kenobi at the age of 12. Age 15, she was instructed to another Jedi named Misha Marsh to become a padawan.
Her eyes are narrowed shape with a dull gray color, indicating she was blind. Black hair with what seems to have thin canine black ears resting on top of her head. Giving her that unknown feeling.
Standing 5' 5" tall, and underweight with fair skin. She has a square face, a well-formed nose and narrow lips with a single tooth poking out.
She has a strong connection to the force, able to use it as her way to see around her way. Her canine like ears give her the advantage to hear things in further distance and her sense of smell is stronger than the average human but she keep those ears hidden from view with a cloth acting as a bandana over her head.
She normally wears a gray sleeveless tunic with a red sleeveless jacket that seem like it was too small for her but however, it would fit her perfectly. The number barcode on her shoulder was pitched back with her experiment numbers. She even wore black pants, red loose belt that carried her Lightsaber hilt.
The way she could see the world, everything was plainly white, like she was viewing the very force within every being, every sentient, every creature and every life.
Unlike her master, Misha, who seemed to be human was actually a Miraluka. A force-sensitive race that wore either a mask or a blindfold. Teela could sense the force from the older jedi. The wisdom rolling off her.
She was just lucky to have suck a great master to fight along side with and learn.
Live recording of Misha and Teela:
"Impressive, now.." The Miraluka walked around such a young child. She looked only twelve. She even wore the padawan clothes of a gray tunic and pants, the brown sash around her waist. "Now focus and send it back into the target it."
Teela could sense something being tossed at her. The left over force fading from the ground orb. Her nose could pick up the foal stench of rubber. Raising her hand up in that direction of where the ball was coming from.
Her mind didnt race, it didnt jump to fear. With her focus on such an incoming object, her fingers twitched, a build of pressure came from her hand before releasing such a force from it. It sent the object away from her this time and without moments later, something hit the ground with an echo of the object bouncing.
"Amazing padawan," even her master was impress. "I am please, you used your other senses and kept your mind clear. Your progressing such a fast rate then the others." Misha admitted with much praise.
"Thankyou master," Teela bowed her head. She was grateful with the praises and compliments. "I aim to please."
"Dont speak as a slave, young one." The female jedi master spoke calme, the uneasiness was with her master force. "You are allow to make some mistakes. One, i am clearing seeing."
"Seeing?" Teela tilted her head in confusion as she straighten up. "What do you mean, master?"
"You speak as if you are a slave here," Her master spoken up. "And yet you are free to do what you please. Free from the collar that kept you unspoken. Free from the darkness that chases you." Misha explained, her hand gently touched the child shoulder.
"Perphaps that collar is still there but i can not feel it. Grasping and keeping me from being truly free."
"The perhaps it is time for our first mission." Misha stated with a calmer tone.
Live recording of Misha. Teela and the Jedi Order
"Master jedi Misha, are you certain you want to take her with you, Qui-Gon and young obi-wan kenobi" one of the jedi members questioned her mentors decision.
"I believe this is a good lesson for her to learn. To make a friend and possible a good ally by her side." Misha suggested, her arms were crossed and her hands tucked into the sleeves of her robe.
"This child could also bring darkness into the jedi order. How can we possible trust this creature.." a jedi in black robing pointed to Teela. The look in his eyes showed no trust at all toward the young padawan.
"She maybe a new race but this is not how we treat our jedis in training." Misha started a bit hashly, but even her face still held a calmer look.
"She an abomination, not some new species." The jedi before Teela could only stare toward him. The anger and hate in his tone didnt seem right. But the feel of his force was cold and dark. She didn't trust it.
"Enough," another jedi, Mace Windu, spoke. "You have spoken,Dooku and we have heard, however that does not prove why she can not be trusted. She is still learning our ways." The way this man sounded was peaceful and very trustworthy.
A dry hum followed with a chuckle came from someone. Her canine like ears flicked toward the sound. "Listens well, she does." That made everyone turned to the sound of the voice. "Keeps her thought to herself as well."
"Master Yoda," Misha spoke up to vouch for her padawan but the small green jedi had raised his hand up to silence the female jedi.
Teela heard something wood touch the ground and small feet lightly stepping, sounding as if one was walking toward her. She felt the force shift around her, revealing who was coming to her. There was that light green glow flowing around the small creature in robes in front of her, holding a wooden staff. "You see, yes?"
Teela ear flicked once. "I do master," There was curious murmurs followed by her reply. "But only through the force."
Master Yoda let out a hum. "Strong with the force, you are. Very strong." Yoda then turned to face the others. "She goes with Qui-Gon and his padawan."
End of all Recordings...
Yuri Crest/ Marcus Pale (Part two of Xena Pallara)
Name: Yuri Crest (Yur-ie Cr-e-st)
2nd Name: Marcus Pale
Nicknames: Mark
Alias: Unknown
Age: 30- 50 (Two different ages from two different years.)
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Ethnicity/Species: Human
Occupation: Ex-Deadlock
Affiliation: The Pack
Role: Second in Command
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 140-150
Skin Tone: fair skinned
Eye Color: His dark grey eyes are large
Hair Style: He has closely shaved, black hair which is straight when allowed to grow.
Facial Shape: He has an angular face with a softly shaped jaw, a broad nose, and very thin lips. he has tapered eyebrows.
Body Type: He has broad shoulders, toned arms, a stocky torso with a straight waist, wide hips, and toned legs.
Posture: He stands there with his arms crossed against his Stocky torso. His eyes darkened by the tip of his hat. His lips are tin, baring that stoic look on his face. He carries that serious pose.
Normal clothes: He usually wears perfectly pressed, high-end clothes that are mostly dark-coloured and well-fitting. He also wears a western cowboy hat to match his rich high-end clothes.
Hero suit: None
Night clothes: Tank top, shorts and slippers.
Accessories: A watch that is modified with Communication, Location scanner, tacker built-in. His left glove has a built in Holographic image that links up to her Watch and holds all his contacts and mission information. He wore a necklace with a fang on it and an ear right that bore a silver feather
Likes: Greasy foods, Chili dogs, and cheese sandwich
Dislikes: Cats, and Talon
Strengths: Classified
Weaknesses: Classified
Phobias/Fears: Snake
Family:
Rosa and Mosa, the two bundles of.. Who was he kidding, they were a pain in the ass when Xena brought them home. However, he grown attach to the two as if they were his little Niece and nephew. He blames himself for now putting his foot down but he would always be there for the Terrible twosome.
Xena, There was no words to Describe her. She was his leader. His friend. His sister, by adoption rights. He would stand by her until the end. Whatever choice Xena makes, he would voice his opinion at the right time. But he was glad about one thing. He was glad he saved her life. He was glad he stuck to her side when she needed him. Xena Pallara will alway be grateful of him, even if she won't admit it.
Ahaji, This guy. Yuri had some issues with this guy. Not only did Xena accepted him into the pack. It bugged him how much this Guy knew about Doomfist. Yuri had tried to explain to Xena that this guy would end up like Talon top villain but with months of working with Ahaji, he began to understand that this African guy was more trustworthy then any other person. And that, this guy had provided Therapy for Xena. He wa the go to guy for answers. It was clear, Ahaji was meant to be a pack member. Even if he had saved Rosa and Mosa lives from sudden death.
Nora and Ida, Yuri thought the Terrible two was bad enough. These two were the worst. Nora and Ida Wilhelm, they are great Crusaders but if one was injured them other sticks close to defend and care but when it came to battle, they stick close to eachother until the one falls. But outside of battle, it was like war between these two and the little twins and Yuri ends up falling in between them, getting caught in everything.
Aussie, Yuri knew this little sh*t. If it wasn't for Junkrat, Aussie would be walking with two instead of one. He a close friend of Yuri's and he was willing to take any damage to defend him. Sadly, now Aussie is a peg-leg anti-air weapon master. He built his own weapons to help support them.
Ashe, his younger step sister. Leader of the deadlock gang. But currently hate his guts because he showed more leader authority around most of the members of the deadlock gang. When blackwatch came and took out the Gang. Yuri remained with the few who escaped until Ashe came around and found him. Instead of giving him the respect he needed, she used him. He felt betrayed. He wanted to save the remaining Deadlocks and Ashe refused to, giving him that mission to himself and only to himself.
But the one thing Ashe hated the most was she wasn't the only one with an Omnic partner. She was down right furious that that his father gave him an Omnic partner to serve as his personal guard, however. His provided more support then Defense.
Friends: Aussie, Xena
Best friend: Jesse McCree
Significant Other/Crush: None
Enemies: Moira, Doomfist and Talon, The rest is Confidential.
WEAPONS, ABILITIES & OTHER INFO
Max Health: 150
Weapons: Double Pistols
Max Ammo: 100
Ability 1: Barrel roll
Ability 2: Explosive ammo
Ability 3: Iron Sight
Ability 4: N/A
Ultimate Ability: Decoy
Quotes/Interactions
From MCcree "So you be with her this whole time?"
"You be surprised, kid." From Marcus
"Xena, Hope this fight is worth it."To Xena
From Xena "It's never about the Fight, Marcus, it's about protecting the innocents."
"You were right about freedom, step-brother." From Ashe
From Marcus "And it sad that you still don't understand freedom."
"You kicked me out of the deadlocks! My family! My Home!" To Ashe
From Ashe "You know why? You left your real family. So i did myself a favor and got rid of you for good!"
(Adding more later)
Backstory: Yuri, a young boy who grew in a rich family. He maybe the eldest son but he was the only child that had to do his studies. His father refused him to make music and refused him to do anything that isn't under his control. He didn't admire his father, nor his Step-mother.
When his father remarried, it became more intense. More strict. He was force to follow in his father's steps. But he couldn't. He was so tired of it. He didn't want to be powerful, he didn't want the money. He wanted freedom. He wanted to be Free from his father's grasps.
He snuck into his father office, found his father's pistol and he was ready. He was ready to rid himself from everything but before he could. A little girl with white hair and curious eyes, holding that teddy bear. He saw her look. He knew she never understood the pain he was going through. Living in a loveless family.
He clenched his jaw rightly and muttered the words to her "I pray to god, you run from this place as i will." It wasn't out of jealous or anger. He cared for the kid as much as his father did. Tucking the pistol into the back of his pants and he walked past the child.
The girl followed however. All the way to the door. But the words that came from the girl mouth was "Your no crest, your a failure, a traitor, a thief." There was so much hate to the girl that it broke Yuri heart.
"Then if that is what i am, then so be it. At least i'll be free." Yuri turned to the girl, keeping a stoic look on his face. "Free from the father's hands and living a life of my own. Something you will never understand."
Those were the last words Yuri said to the girl. But as he walked. He didn't turn back. For once, he felt free from everything. When years past, he found himself at Route 66. There, they took him in. Showed him what freedom was all about and he enjoyed it. He even met a young boy named Jesse McCree and they grew close as friends, as brothers in arm. Here, he didn't go as Yuri Crest, but here, He went as the name Marcus Pale. Deadlock's Dual wielding Gunslinger.
As years have gone by, the friend he made in the group was were and close to him. McCree had been the one boy he had called, not a friend, but brother. Though secrets of his past still buried deep within his mind. He couldn't bring himself to tell them. He still couldn't bring himself to tell his best friend he had fallen in love.
Marcus met a girl, same age as him, just on the outskirts of route 99. Just a desert farmer, growing a pasture of grass and cattle. He spent most of his time there on days that didn't need him and require to be used in a more peaceful rate. But her beauty, her smile, her tan skin and red fiery hair called for him. But it was her eyes, her loyalty, her sweet voice and her kindness was what drawn him in.
He had called her, his fiery ray, his wicked rose and his beautiful ruby. She had an odd name though, guessing it was from a bad parenting that gave her such an odd name, but she was called; Revva. But he didn't mind that. He gave her much more beautiful names that it made her laugh.
He even picked up some work around her just to spend as much time with he as possible. She knew he was working with a dangerous gang and she knew how to avoid such. But that didn't really worry for him. He loved her and he wanted to share such a life with her.
That was until ash came. Ash set out new missions for him, with a team and as soon as he came back. His team was shot and killed by a single bullet when they made their way back. Marcus only reported it as much as possible to Ashe until he learned. Ashe knew "who" he was and he knew her very well. That day, it wasn't just his friends he was close to the died.
It was the love of his life that was killed by his own step-sister and it was his own child that was taken from him. He knew his child was alive still and he was determined to find his only offspring. But he was going to bring this up with Ashe one last time but things turn for the worst for him.
Ashe turned the gang against him, stating he had been disappearing and kill off her men. That he had not been loyal and wanted nothing but power. Marcus knew that was a lie. He never raised a gun at his friends. But Ashe then smirked at him, a look that said 'you lose, big brother, everything.' So, Marcus took off, leaving everything behind and unable to say his goodbye to his only friend he could think off, not without ash killing McCree.
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2nd Name: Marcus Pale
Nicknames: Mark
Alias: Unknown
Age: 30- 50 (Two different ages from two different years.)
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Ethnicity/Species: Human
Occupation: Ex-Deadlock
Affiliation: The Pack
Role: Second in Command
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 140-150
Skin Tone: fair skinned
Eye Color: His dark grey eyes are large
Hair Style: He has closely shaved, black hair which is straight when allowed to grow.
Facial Shape: He has an angular face with a softly shaped jaw, a broad nose, and very thin lips. he has tapered eyebrows.
Body Type: He has broad shoulders, toned arms, a stocky torso with a straight waist, wide hips, and toned legs.
Posture: He stands there with his arms crossed against his Stocky torso. His eyes darkened by the tip of his hat. His lips are tin, baring that stoic look on his face. He carries that serious pose.
Normal clothes: He usually wears perfectly pressed, high-end clothes that are mostly dark-coloured and well-fitting. He also wears a western cowboy hat to match his rich high-end clothes.
Hero suit: None
Night clothes: Tank top, shorts and slippers.
Accessories: A watch that is modified with Communication, Location scanner, tacker built-in. His left glove has a built in Holographic image that links up to her Watch and holds all his contacts and mission information. He wore a necklace with a fang on it and an ear right that bore a silver feather
Likes: Greasy foods, Chili dogs, and cheese sandwich
Dislikes: Cats, and Talon
Strengths: Classified
Weaknesses: Classified
Phobias/Fears: Snake
Family:
Rosa and Mosa, the two bundles of.. Who was he kidding, they were a pain in the ass when Xena brought them home. However, he grown attach to the two as if they were his little Niece and nephew. He blames himself for now putting his foot down but he would always be there for the Terrible twosome.
Xena, There was no words to Describe her. She was his leader. His friend. His sister, by adoption rights. He would stand by her until the end. Whatever choice Xena makes, he would voice his opinion at the right time. But he was glad about one thing. He was glad he saved her life. He was glad he stuck to her side when she needed him. Xena Pallara will alway be grateful of him, even if she won't admit it.
Ahaji, This guy. Yuri had some issues with this guy. Not only did Xena accepted him into the pack. It bugged him how much this Guy knew about Doomfist. Yuri had tried to explain to Xena that this guy would end up like Talon top villain but with months of working with Ahaji, he began to understand that this African guy was more trustworthy then any other person. And that, this guy had provided Therapy for Xena. He wa the go to guy for answers. It was clear, Ahaji was meant to be a pack member. Even if he had saved Rosa and Mosa lives from sudden death.
Nora and Ida, Yuri thought the Terrible two was bad enough. These two were the worst. Nora and Ida Wilhelm, they are great Crusaders but if one was injured them other sticks close to defend and care but when it came to battle, they stick close to eachother until the one falls. But outside of battle, it was like war between these two and the little twins and Yuri ends up falling in between them, getting caught in everything.
Aussie, Yuri knew this little sh*t. If it wasn't for Junkrat, Aussie would be walking with two instead of one. He a close friend of Yuri's and he was willing to take any damage to defend him. Sadly, now Aussie is a peg-leg anti-air weapon master. He built his own weapons to help support them.
Ashe, his younger step sister. Leader of the deadlock gang. But currently hate his guts because he showed more leader authority around most of the members of the deadlock gang. When blackwatch came and took out the Gang. Yuri remained with the few who escaped until Ashe came around and found him. Instead of giving him the respect he needed, she used him. He felt betrayed. He wanted to save the remaining Deadlocks and Ashe refused to, giving him that mission to himself and only to himself.
But the one thing Ashe hated the most was she wasn't the only one with an Omnic partner. She was down right furious that that his father gave him an Omnic partner to serve as his personal guard, however. His provided more support then Defense.
Friends: Aussie, Xena
Best friend: Jesse McCree
Significant Other/Crush: None
Enemies: Moira, Doomfist and Talon, The rest is Confidential.
WEAPONS, ABILITIES & OTHER INFO
Max Health: 150
Weapons: Double Pistols
Max Ammo: 100
Ability 1: Barrel roll
Ability 2: Explosive ammo
Ability 3: Iron Sight
Ability 4: N/A
Ultimate Ability: Decoy
Quotes/Interactions
From MCcree "So you be with her this whole time?"
"You be surprised, kid." From Marcus
"Xena, Hope this fight is worth it."To Xena
From Xena "It's never about the Fight, Marcus, it's about protecting the innocents."
"You were right about freedom, step-brother." From Ashe
From Marcus "And it sad that you still don't understand freedom."
"You kicked me out of the deadlocks! My family! My Home!" To Ashe
From Ashe "You know why? You left your real family. So i did myself a favor and got rid of you for good!"
(Adding more later)
Backstory: Yuri, a young boy who grew in a rich family. He maybe the eldest son but he was the only child that had to do his studies. His father refused him to make music and refused him to do anything that isn't under his control. He didn't admire his father, nor his Step-mother.
When his father remarried, it became more intense. More strict. He was force to follow in his father's steps. But he couldn't. He was so tired of it. He didn't want to be powerful, he didn't want the money. He wanted freedom. He wanted to be Free from his father's grasps.
He snuck into his father office, found his father's pistol and he was ready. He was ready to rid himself from everything but before he could. A little girl with white hair and curious eyes, holding that teddy bear. He saw her look. He knew she never understood the pain he was going through. Living in a loveless family.
He clenched his jaw rightly and muttered the words to her "I pray to god, you run from this place as i will." It wasn't out of jealous or anger. He cared for the kid as much as his father did. Tucking the pistol into the back of his pants and he walked past the child.
The girl followed however. All the way to the door. But the words that came from the girl mouth was "Your no crest, your a failure, a traitor, a thief." There was so much hate to the girl that it broke Yuri heart.
"Then if that is what i am, then so be it. At least i'll be free." Yuri turned to the girl, keeping a stoic look on his face. "Free from the father's hands and living a life of my own. Something you will never understand."
Those were the last words Yuri said to the girl. But as he walked. He didn't turn back. For once, he felt free from everything. When years past, he found himself at Route 66. There, they took him in. Showed him what freedom was all about and he enjoyed it. He even met a young boy named Jesse McCree and they grew close as friends, as brothers in arm. Here, he didn't go as Yuri Crest, but here, He went as the name Marcus Pale. Deadlock's Dual wielding Gunslinger.
As years have gone by, the friend he made in the group was were and close to him. McCree had been the one boy he had called, not a friend, but brother. Though secrets of his past still buried deep within his mind. He couldn't bring himself to tell them. He still couldn't bring himself to tell his best friend he had fallen in love.
Marcus met a girl, same age as him, just on the outskirts of route 99. Just a desert farmer, growing a pasture of grass and cattle. He spent most of his time there on days that didn't need him and require to be used in a more peaceful rate. But her beauty, her smile, her tan skin and red fiery hair called for him. But it was her eyes, her loyalty, her sweet voice and her kindness was what drawn him in.
He had called her, his fiery ray, his wicked rose and his beautiful ruby. She had an odd name though, guessing it was from a bad parenting that gave her such an odd name, but she was called; Revva. But he didn't mind that. He gave her much more beautiful names that it made her laugh.
He even picked up some work around her just to spend as much time with he as possible. She knew he was working with a dangerous gang and she knew how to avoid such. But that didn't really worry for him. He loved her and he wanted to share such a life with her.
That was until ash came. Ash set out new missions for him, with a team and as soon as he came back. His team was shot and killed by a single bullet when they made their way back. Marcus only reported it as much as possible to Ashe until he learned. Ashe knew "who" he was and he knew her very well. That day, it wasn't just his friends he was close to the died.
It was the love of his life that was killed by his own step-sister and it was his own child that was taken from him. He knew his child was alive still and he was determined to find his only offspring. But he was going to bring this up with Ashe one last time but things turn for the worst for him.
Ashe turned the gang against him, stating he had been disappearing and kill off her men. That he had not been loyal and wanted nothing but power. Marcus knew that was a lie. He never raised a gun at his friends. But Ashe then smirked at him, a look that said 'you lose, big brother, everything.' So, Marcus took off, leaving everything behind and unable to say his goodbye to his only friend he could think off, not without ash killing McCree.
(More will be added.)