Post by marcusstitcher001 on Feb 27, 2011 22:52:04 GMT -5
Name: Marcus Stitcher
Gender: Male
Breed: Purebred Siberian husky
Age: ‘Bout 3
Alliance: Neutral-Good. He chooses to do the right thing 90% of the time, but Marcus will go astray for promises of greater power, or more ability, but will never hurt his friends.
Appearance: Dark gray all along his back, with white on his underbelly. His head is completely black, with the trademark piercing, whitish-blue husky eyes. On his side, Marcus bears a reddish streak of fur curiously coming out to look like a long stitch.
Personality: Marcus prefers to be called Stitches or Stitch, it makes him feel more like himself, but doesn’t mind either way. He is kindhearted, willing to help those who ask him without prejudice, but proud at the same time, and unwilling to degrade himself of his own accord. He is aggressively protective of his family’s name, having been known to lash out violently at friends and acquaintances for the smallest of misunderstandings. Aside from that, however, he is a charming, charismatic husky, easy to befriend and easy to get along with. Has minor anger issues though, manifesting strongly when he is hurt, degraded, looked down upon, thought less of, or if someone he cares about is hurt or upset. Stitches also has a strong lust for power, he craves more power and more ability (both physical and mental), this is what makes him slightly unpredictable. As far as his friends go however, he will never hurt a friend or an ally, his beliefs run so deep that he would die before he would betray and hurt a friend. If more power ever put him at ends with one of his allies, he would try to find a way around a full-on fight.
Family: Mother-Dawn and Father-Harlow, both Siberian purebred. No brothers, no sisters. Parents both deceased.
Marcus was born a pure white Siberian pup. He was an only child, he only had his parents. Not to suggest, in any way, that his childhood was lacking or less productive than any others’! He was the light in his parent’s lives, they adored him! His father was raised in the wild, he taught his son how to live and survive in the toughest of environments, he passed down his own life lessons to his son: never take what doesn’t belong to you, especially from someone less fortunate, never look down upon a person who needs your help, never betray or hurt your friends, and most importantly: killing is never the right choice. There are those who might deserve it, and killing them WILL solve the problem, but you will not be the better man for doing it.
Marcus’ life was perfect, his family took the best care of him, to the best of his abilities, and he was never ungrateful for what he got. But one night, he was introduced to a new world. He was sound asleep, until a terrifying din of snarls and yelps erupted from the nearby bushes of his family’s clearing. Noticing his parents were gone, Marcus investigates…
He finds a ghastly scene. His mother is dead…his father is beaten and bruised on the ground, surrounded by wolf-like beasts, one of them lying on the ground. They were demons, out on the prowl, searching for easy prey. His father had put up a fantastic fight! One of the demons was holding his side as blood dripped from a large gash, and the one on the ground was dead! But his father’s old age had caught up with him, leaving him too fatigued to continue his onslaught. The demons were laughing to eachother. When they noticed Marcus, it was like his whole world stopped. All time stood still…
They attacked him, striking at him and snarling. His father tried to get up to protect him, but he was far too weak, and could do nothing. Marcus kept the creatures at bay, using the fighting that his father had taught him, but he was no match. At one point, a stray claw made a huge incision in Marcus’ side, sending him to the ground.
Marcus felt rage inside him…for the first time…he was infuriated, not at the demons, but at the fact that his father was hurt, his mother was dead, and that he was in pain…Marcus stood up. As he did, the white in his face became charcoal black, scorching like wood to fire, and the wound healed. The rest of that night is history, but to this day, people nearby still remember the terror of the most powerful, random, and sudden electrical storm they had ever seen. The whole clearing was in ashes by the next morning.
Such is the story of Stitches. He still has no idea of where his powers came from, presumably channeled from his incomparable rage into a physical form of attack, like the Hulk, but more…zappy...and his father, leaving him with his last dying words, reminded him: “Never betray your friends…they will be your salvation.”
Whew...that was way more then i thought it would be. XD
Gender: Male
Breed: Purebred Siberian husky
Age: ‘Bout 3
Alliance: Neutral-Good. He chooses to do the right thing 90% of the time, but Marcus will go astray for promises of greater power, or more ability, but will never hurt his friends.
Appearance: Dark gray all along his back, with white on his underbelly. His head is completely black, with the trademark piercing, whitish-blue husky eyes. On his side, Marcus bears a reddish streak of fur curiously coming out to look like a long stitch.
Personality: Marcus prefers to be called Stitches or Stitch, it makes him feel more like himself, but doesn’t mind either way. He is kindhearted, willing to help those who ask him without prejudice, but proud at the same time, and unwilling to degrade himself of his own accord. He is aggressively protective of his family’s name, having been known to lash out violently at friends and acquaintances for the smallest of misunderstandings. Aside from that, however, he is a charming, charismatic husky, easy to befriend and easy to get along with. Has minor anger issues though, manifesting strongly when he is hurt, degraded, looked down upon, thought less of, or if someone he cares about is hurt or upset. Stitches also has a strong lust for power, he craves more power and more ability (both physical and mental), this is what makes him slightly unpredictable. As far as his friends go however, he will never hurt a friend or an ally, his beliefs run so deep that he would die before he would betray and hurt a friend. If more power ever put him at ends with one of his allies, he would try to find a way around a full-on fight.
Family: Mother-Dawn and Father-Harlow, both Siberian purebred. No brothers, no sisters. Parents both deceased.
Marcus was born a pure white Siberian pup. He was an only child, he only had his parents. Not to suggest, in any way, that his childhood was lacking or less productive than any others’! He was the light in his parent’s lives, they adored him! His father was raised in the wild, he taught his son how to live and survive in the toughest of environments, he passed down his own life lessons to his son: never take what doesn’t belong to you, especially from someone less fortunate, never look down upon a person who needs your help, never betray or hurt your friends, and most importantly: killing is never the right choice. There are those who might deserve it, and killing them WILL solve the problem, but you will not be the better man for doing it.
Marcus’ life was perfect, his family took the best care of him, to the best of his abilities, and he was never ungrateful for what he got. But one night, he was introduced to a new world. He was sound asleep, until a terrifying din of snarls and yelps erupted from the nearby bushes of his family’s clearing. Noticing his parents were gone, Marcus investigates…
He finds a ghastly scene. His mother is dead…his father is beaten and bruised on the ground, surrounded by wolf-like beasts, one of them lying on the ground. They were demons, out on the prowl, searching for easy prey. His father had put up a fantastic fight! One of the demons was holding his side as blood dripped from a large gash, and the one on the ground was dead! But his father’s old age had caught up with him, leaving him too fatigued to continue his onslaught. The demons were laughing to eachother. When they noticed Marcus, it was like his whole world stopped. All time stood still…
They attacked him, striking at him and snarling. His father tried to get up to protect him, but he was far too weak, and could do nothing. Marcus kept the creatures at bay, using the fighting that his father had taught him, but he was no match. At one point, a stray claw made a huge incision in Marcus’ side, sending him to the ground.
Marcus felt rage inside him…for the first time…he was infuriated, not at the demons, but at the fact that his father was hurt, his mother was dead, and that he was in pain…Marcus stood up. As he did, the white in his face became charcoal black, scorching like wood to fire, and the wound healed. The rest of that night is history, but to this day, people nearby still remember the terror of the most powerful, random, and sudden electrical storm they had ever seen. The whole clearing was in ashes by the next morning.
Such is the story of Stitches. He still has no idea of where his powers came from, presumably channeled from his incomparable rage into a physical form of attack, like the Hulk, but more…zappy...and his father, leaving him with his last dying words, reminded him: “Never betray your friends…they will be your salvation.”
Whew...that was way more then i thought it would be. XD