Post by MARCUS BORGIA on Feb 18, 2012 19:43:08 GMT -5
...Marcus Ignatius Borgia *
*An apology for the Devil: It must be remembered that we have heard only one side of the case. God has written all the books.
[/size]*An apology for the Devil: It must be remembered that we have heard only one side of the case. God has written all the books.
---SAMUEL BUTLER*
...basics*
name Marcus Ignatius Borgia
nickname Abaddon, adversary, author of all sin, Beelzebub, deceiver, demon, destroyer, devil, devourer, dragon, enemy of righteousness, evil one, fallen angel, father of contention, father of lies, Great Antichrist, great dragon, Lucifer, Mammon, Mephistopheles, old serpent, Old Scratch, Old Nick, prince of darkness, prince of devils, prince of the power of the air, prince of this world, Satan, serpent, slanderer, Son of Perdition, Son of the Morning, spoiler, tempter, wicked one.
Oh, and Marc.
age 24
gender Male
grade Barrie Graduate
hometown Newark, NJ
sexuality Variable.
personification The Devil from Faust
status Awake
face claim Ben Barnes
...appearance*
hair color When it comes to color, there’s really nothing terribly eye-catching about Marcus’ medium to dark brown, but he keeps it in a long-ish cut that falls around his face and against his color. It’s a little longer than would typically be deemed ‘professional’, but it looks good on him, he knows it and so does everyone else around him. He keeps it well-kept in any situation that requires such an impression.
eye color Marcus’ eyes are much darker brown than his hair, to the point that unless you look very closely, it’s hard to tell the difference between his iris and pupil.
build While he doesn’t look incredibly muscular on first glance, Marcus is tall and solid; his muscles are toned and strong in a slighter kind of build and his body is lean and not so fatty as most Americans.
height 6’1”
clothing style Presentation is key, and when you’re presenting yourself, your clothing choices make the difference. Marcus tailors his clothing, hair and general demeanor to the crowd he finds himself in, going for more casual under normal conditions, business attire for the courtroom and professional endeavors, and something with more rips and cruder materials if he’s in a bad part of town, unless he’s trying to find trouble. It all depends on his needs at the moment.
distinctive traits He always seems to have some kind of shine to his eye, like they’re catching a warm glow from his surroundings, but it’s subtle and usually makes him seem more comforting as a presence rather than disturbing. It should be disturbing, since what people are seeing is the devil’s own internal flames, that which ward off completely freezing in the icebox he only occasionally escapes.
...personal*
personality
The first thing to keep in mind when considering who Marcus is happens to be the most important – Marcus is dead. He died during his own birth because his mother wasn’t specific in who she was praying for and what she asked, but to be fair, Marcus was going to die regardless. The difference was that when he died, he gave someone else a chance to enjoy life. Lucifer, the Devil, Satan, whatever you want to call him, was looking for a way out of his icy prison, and he got it. When you consider who Marcus is, consider the fact that he is Lucifer, and you will understand better.
That doesn’t mean he’s some image of a cultural stereotype, though. Marcus (we’ll go with that name, because it causes most people less agitation) is indeed a crafty bastard, one who will work a situation to his own benefit like a chessmaster at the board, and he is capable of incredible patience if that’s what is called for. He isn’t infallible like someone claims to be because that would be a lie, but he knows how to play the game and he made many of the rules himself. He also knows how to break the rules, and will do so when it suits him, though he’s very careful to avoid the wrong kind of attention; he doesn’t want the uptight assholes upstairs to get their panties in a bunch and come muddy the waters he’s fishing in, and he certainly doesn’t want to make it common knowledge to humans that he exists. Anonymity on a larger scale is to his benefit, if only to avoid the inconvenience of assassination attempts on his valuable Marcus suit and interruptions in his business dealings.
Speaking of ‘business’, he’s a very busy man. Even only a year out of law school, he’s proven his prowess in the courtroom, equally aggressive, charismatic and intelligent, and he’s very good with clients and opponents on a more private battlefield. His successes are drawing attention and opening doors for him, which he knew they would. Shockingly, he’s not even egotistical about it so much as honest, because he knows what he’s capable of and what he’s done in the past, and that’s a running theme with him. He doesn’t lie.
Surprised? You shouldn’t be. Once upon a time, he was an archangel, and he was the most loved of all. Even his name suggests such, as ‘Lucifer’ actually means ‘light-bringer’ or ‘light-bearer’. While some of that’s been rubbed away by his existence after being cast down from Heaven, there are still rules that have to be followed and there’s still more to him than just ‘he’s the devil’. He can’t lie, and while that doesn’t mean he’s going to tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, it means exactly what it sounds like – he CAN’T lie to you, and won’t. He’ll evade, he’ll twist things to his own ends and he’ll imply something without saying it, leaving you to come to a potentially incorrect conclusion, but he won’t outright lie. He’s like the best used car salesman, except more charming and less obvious. The fact that his motives aren’t usually clear helps that, as it’s hard to figure out his angle if you don’t know his desired end result.
He’s usually pretty classy, considering his profession and charm, but that doesn’t mean that’s a guarantee. He can rub elbows anywhere and make himself fit in if he so chooses, and ‘bad areas’ don’t scare him. He doesn’t avoid dark streets, and on the flip side, he’s actually a fan of churches. They’re quite beautiful, and so peaceful, even if they tend to hold more people who are lying and in denial, which is also just fine with him. He finds it pretty funny, actually, that people like to think that he’s harmed by religion, considering his roots and the usual lack of faith in humans, and he attends church often enough, just to keep up on the regular gossip and encourage a little more. His sense of humor is a little quirky sometimes, but irony is usually something he notices and appreciates, and he’s usually okay with a good joke, even if it’s on him. It depends on the joke, and just how badly it hurts his pride, because that’s one thing he can’t stand. He hates losing and he’s a proud individual; those, along with outright irritation, are good ways to incite a show of temper, and that’s not suggested. He’s not opposed to any of the sins, but wrath is among his favorites and raging out either verbally or physically is a dangerous thing to provoke. He’ll drop warning signs, usually outright saying that you’re not helping your case, and you’d be wise to listen. Something to watch for is also that ‘eyeshine’ of his, since it tends to flare a little hotter when he’s getting seriously pissed off. There’s no shame in beating a hasty retreat, apologies recommended, because he’s also a vindictive bastard if he feels he’s been insulted. You’ve been warned.
past
Storytime? Nosy, aren’t you? Fine, I don’t mind, I can tell you a story, but you can’t be picky about what I reveal and leave out. We’ll make this one the story of a baby, which would be boring if he was just a baby, but babies grow up and they become men. This baby’s name was Marcus Ignatius Borgia, and he was the son of working class people, respectable sinners who went to church, regularly cleansed themselves of their wrongs and firmly believed that if they worked hard to take care of everything they could, God would take care of the rest. When the lovely Mrs. Borgia -- who was a wonderful musician, can I add? – when she went into labor for this lovely baby boy of theirs, there were…complications. Of course, even without details, we all know what that means. Either she, the baby, or both were likely going to die, and being the religious woman she was, she prayed for help. The problem is that God wasn’t listening, or if he was, he had it on in the background while he watched the game, so he wasn’t really paying attention.
I was.
Mrs. Borgia’s cries would have gone unanswered if not for me answering. Naturally, I didn’t claim to be God because that would be lying, but she didn’t ask for God. What she asked for was help, and she wasn’t actually specific about what she wanted help with. I saved her and her baby boy from their agony, letting her live and letting her child go to Heaven where he’d get to play with puppies or whatever they do up there, and I filled in the space the boy had been in within his own body. Hey, she offered, promised he’d be ‘forever mine’, so why wouldn’t I? I was even nice, letting him go upstairs while I just used the parts that I needed. Anyway, I’m stronger in spirit than a little human child, so the body survived, and so did the mother. This made her happy, and caused a whole new sense of religious fervor and devotion in her, thus the ‘Ignatius’ middle name. I thought it was overkill, but New Jersey, believe it or not, is nicer than it is downstairs. I was okay with it.
The story would be boring if I went on too much about the whole childhood thing, but it wasn’t bad. Being the generous individual that I am, I continued to make this woman who had pleaded so beautifully for my help proud, granting her a son who made incredible music under her moderate ability to teach him the violin, and progressing through his schooling quickly and skillfully enough that she got to cry tears of joy as her son graduated at only 16 years of age and progressed into law school, which was completed in an acceptable 7 years with a minimal amount of ‘trouble’ for her to hear about. The Borgias are very proud parents, and I am quite happy to let them be just that without any further spiritual trouble or trauma for them, just for their cooperation and unwitting offering of a reprieve from my cage.
present
Law school in New York was more my element than the little household that the Borgias offered, with even more of that freedom I so craved. It’s where you can say that I really stretched my legs, carrying Mrs. Borgia’s attractive son (another gift from yours truly to the proud parents) through the city like a King on his own streets, and even only a year out of law school, the name Marcus Borgia is getting attention.
Now, this is where I get to stop playing so much of the ‘good son’ and get to the fun stuff. It’s very déjà vu, but they say history repeats itself, and that’s not a mistake I’m out to fix, anyway. It’s so much more fun to meddle in the problems of other people, to be honest.
family
Father: Robert Salvadore Borgia (factory worker)
Mother: Marcella Antonette Borgia (music teacher)
likes
+ Gambling. What can I say? I understand odds, and I use it to my own ends. Wouldn’t you if you could? Oh, and I’ll warn you just this once, I’ll cheat if I have to, and you won’t even know it. How about a game of poker?
+ Art and music. There’s a little bit of divinity and a healthy dose of sin in anything musical, which is right up my alley. You could call me a ‘patron of the arts,’ or perhaps a ‘dabbler’. I play multiple instruments, love the violin, and I’ve been known to sketch and paint.
+ Organized Religion. The things ‘Godly’ men will do in their Lord’s name…puts a smile on my face every time. Wait, I’m sorry, I mean, ‘God is great, thank Him for all the awesome shit I’m able to afford, maybe I’ll drop a few bucks on the homeless alcoholic on my way home from the office. Oh, and I’d really like a new car. Sound okay? Yeah, thanks, later. Oh, oops, I mean, Amen.’
+ Respect. They say my greatest achievement was convincing mankind that I didn’t exist, which is a compliment I’ll gladly accept, as long as it continues to be true. I demand respect, appreciate some flattery, and will not accept dismissal or outright disrespect. Fools will be forced to learn some manners.
+ Petrichor. You may not know the word, but you know what I’m talking about. There’s a certain smell after the first rain following a dry spell, and that’s what this is. Actually, I like the smell of any rainstorm. It’s fresh and light. Forgot how much I missed it.
+ The Goth Scene. All those kids calling my name, thinking it cool…I love being called out to play.
dislikes
+ Cheap wine. If there’s one thing that the Big Man and I can agree on, it’s putting your best foot forward, though I have my reasons. Be a lazy-ass all you want, but if you’re going to make something that I intend to consume, put some fucking effort into it. I’m not drinking this insult to the vine.
+ The Pit. Humans are so caught up on ‘the Devil’ that they don’t realize just how much of what they do is themselves. Michael, being the asshole that he is, played Good Son and locked me up downstairs, so while I know what’s been going on and I pay damn good attention, it’s not like I’ve been flying around up here. No. While you morons whine about your short lives, I’ve spent countless in a cage watching and waiting for someone to give me a chance at a little fresh air once in awhile.
+ Bad deals. Listen, if you’re going to barter with me, you’re going to pay a tax for the good shit I’m going to hook you up with. Don’t try to get over, and don’t insult me with low offerings.
+ Winter. Reminds me of home.
+ Blind Faith. You know those people who believe so strongly that God will prevail and provide? The ones who will actually turn the other cheek, who don’t get all fired up and go along with Crusades? The people who are absolutely unwilling to listen to reason when I speak it? Yeah, they suck. I hate them, He can have them because I don’t want them in my house.
+ The Middle Ages. You’d think that this would have been my hayday, right? Nope. These people were so worried about Inquisitions and witch hunts, who was fornicating with demons for magic powers and all that I could barely get a word in edge-wise. Doesn’t mean business suffered, just that I personally didn’t get to take many walks. Same with that whole crazy business in Salem.
other notes He’s the devil, so expect some…mischief, to say the least.
...literature*
book title Faust
backstory Storytime again? Well, how would it sound if this time I tell you about a greedy, unhappy man who was smart and wealthy, but still wanted more? In this story, we’ll call him Doctor Faust, but really, he could be anyone because nobody seems to be happy with what they have. Whoever he was, Faust wanted more, and I offered it to him for a small price. It wasn’t like he’d miss it, so he agreed to give me his soul if I’d grant him happiness. I upheld my end of the bargain, and in the end, so did he. Business is, and was, booming.
...roleplayer*
name Stark
age 25
gender femme
rp experience …13 years? I think that’s it.
how you found ouac Psychic ability, baby.
rp sample See James Kennedy’s threads, plz.
