Post by Markus Kaine on Apr 5, 2011 6:33:21 GMT -8
GENERAL INFORMATION:
* NAME: Markus Kaine
* AGE: 17
* GRADE: senior
* FAMILY: He never knew his father though he was given his fathers first name. His mother Ariana Kaine disowned him at birth
* GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
* FACE CLAIM: Kyle Schmid
* HEIGHT: 6ft 5in
* APPEARANCE: Markus has dark blue eyes, long naturally curly dark brown hair which he inherited from his mother. He stands approximately six feet five inches tall and despite his less than muscular appearance he has a very toned body.
Spending hours upon hours of training has left his body in amazing shape.
Despite being so tall, he never seems to falter when he walks. He is, for lack of a better word, graceful.
IN THE PAST:
* HISTORY: My mother, Ariana was one of the best guardians. She fought with strength and the need to protect her Moroi no matter the cost. It was something any guardian would admire. But anyone who admired her was foolish. Very foolish and stupid.
My mother, the blood whore she was, disowned me at birth, leaving me with someone who was a stranger not just to myself but to her as well.
With the promise that I would be taken care of and loved, she left. I was only a few days old but I had been told that story many times by my family, so many times in fact that it was burnt into my memory.
My well...adoptive parents had children of their own, two in fact. A young and bright little girl named Brianna or Bri as we called her and a smaller child by the name of Calvin or Cal as he was better known.
Growing up with this family, I was happy. I was never alone and while, my adoptive parents told me many times about my mother my response to those stories were always the same 'She isnt my mother...' it was a response that got me strange looks from my adoptive family and one day after being told that my "Mother" loved me a great deal, I replied again 'She isnt my mother' Finally they got up the strength to ask what I meant by that and I laughed, being just a kid I couldnt help it but my response to that question, despite my laughter was very serious 'She isnt my mother, your my mother' and I pointed to the middle aged woman who'd taken care of me my whole life.
I was happy to see the smile on her face, my mother was very beautiful, long flowing brown hair and dark honey colored eyes. I was very proud to call them my parents, even prouder that they could be both parents and guardians. It wasnt something that was easy to balance. Being a guardian to Moroi was hard enough without the woes of parenting but they did both and they did so flawlessly and effortlessly.
More often then not when my parents left for the official duties I watched my brother and sister, despite being the youngest I was the better fighter, stronger and faster than they were.
Unlike the both of them I had dedicated myself to training, even at a young age my father and my mother had been training me to be the best. It was tough work and at times I was left in more pain that I would have liked but I never once complained.
When I was seven years old, my sister and brother both ten at the time, my parents sent the three of us to St. Vladimirs Academy. The school was both the best and the worst thign that ever happened to me.
Though the good outweighed the bad in many ways. I liked training and I loved being able to get stronger but that meant less time to spend with my brother and sister. It was hard for me, being the youngest in the family to be without them. Sure I was the one who acted like the oldest at times but truth be told, I was a kid in need of my older siblings to look out for me.
Sure, I liked to talk big and come off as a jerk but I was really just a scared little boy on the inside. Most of the kids were bigger than I was and when it came time for sparring practice I was helpless. I didnt want to show that i'd been training before coming to this place. Everyone here were either just getting the hang of things or still beginners but I had been training with both my parents since I could walk. I knew moves they probably hadnt thought about trying yet and moves that even I shouldnt be trying until I was much older.
Despite knowing this and despite knowing that I shouldnt go all out in training I gave it my all and after a minute or so I had my sparring partner on the floor. It earned me a few awed looks and much to my disliking, the respect of many of my classmates.
Things remained the same for me through out the rest of my childhood, I became popular almost instantly and by the time I was fifteen and my brother and sister both graduated, I had climbed my way up the social ladder.
Now, in my senior year I am well on my way to graduating and despite not having a Moroi of my own just yet I am very much looking forward to seeing who I get stuck with.
* MOROI: Still unknown
PERSONALITY:
* PERSONALITY/ATTITUDE: Markus is a strong and independent person. He likes to look for trouble where ever he can find it but it is rare that he actually gets caught.
He is an amazing fighter, strong, fast, agile and nearly unbeatable.
He has devoted himself to training which can cause some issues with him and his friends but they understand that for him, training will always be his first priority.
When he isnt busy training or running laps around the school, he likes to relax and hang out with a few people, despite having friends and knowing just about everyone he tends to keep to a close knit group.
* STRENGTHS: fighting, running, doesnt know when to give up
* WEAKNESSES: He has a big mouth, never minds his own business, likes to start trouble
OTHER:
* ALIAS: Melly
* ANYTHING ELSE?: - love fades... mine has -
* RP SAMPLE:NO! You cant make me =P
