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| Topic Started: Jul 1 2010, 10:45 PM (244 Views) | |
| Sangyne | Jul 1 2010, 10:45 PM Post #1 |
You are in my space... GET OUT
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Marcius Name- Maricus Age- 17 Gender-Male Type- BioEngineered Hybrid {Half Mechanical Dragon, half European styled Dragon} Clan Desired- N/A Clan Position Desired- N/A Magic- Healing- Mastered Fire- Strong Darkness- Very Strong Height- 23 ft Length- 46 ft Wingspan- 92 ft Status- Alive. Occupation- None. Personality Marcius is rather silent, catious and very careful. He watches all, and makes sure that he knows as much as he can about someone. He keeps his eyes locked onto his focus point, knowing the goal ahead. He has a deep hatred toward anything of humain resemblence, and he despises his own body. All because it shows humain substance. He is not one for love, how could anyone love something like him? He reacts oddly around elders, as if they are going to hurt him almost, and he enjoys the company of himself. Prefering to be alone. He stays far from children and refuses to use his fire magic unless he absolutley must. Marcius knows how to keep secrets, and he likes to build things. He will, on occasion, lose sight of his own reality, of who he is, of who anyone is, and go completely chaotic and blood thirsty. This is because of Marcius' programming. He cannot always restrain the "Instinct" that was manufactured into his body and he cannot always stop from tearing something to shreds. He does as he is told, by both parts of his mind. The living part... and the Mechanical part. The Mechanical part of his brain is used to kill anything living, more of Dragons. But he tries to keep it shut away, knowing his old "Friend" Ghost is around somewhere. However, he evantually loses control.. In front of Ghost. Marcuis is the very thing that Ghost despises and hates. Marcius cannot help that, and he hates it when people blame him for his condition.. He could do nothing to stop it. Physique Marcius is a pweter colored dragon, pweter being a very dark, almost magnetic, shade of grey. He has no scales, scales cannot grow back. He instead has a very tough hide, much like scales, but it burns rather quickly. Few parts on his body is there some scales. But not enough. Under his flesh, is where the real body is. Metal plating, metal joints, bones, it all resides in his body. There is no real bone, except for half his skull, his left arm forearm from the elbow up to the shoulder socket which is metal, and the upper pieces of his spine. But the upper pieces of his spine are flecked with metal, keeping his spine as safe as possibly, however the joint between the shoulder blades is still a weak spot. Marcius' heart is incased in a metal holding, wires taperred to it and wrapperd around his ribs, he keeps it secure, but it is easily seen when his flesh is burned away {Why he tries to stay away from fire}. His left paw however never heals back flesh, keeping the metal as a showing. He tries to hide it the best he can and simply using the excuse that is like a prosthetic limb. And in a way, it is. Marcius' Left eye is a normal eye, colored with a bright blue iris and a black pupil surrounded by white. His right eye however, is completely red and mechanical. This eyes always has a red tint to his vision, but the left balances it. The right eye allows him to see vital parts of a being, to asses the condition of a being, and if its a threat or not. Marcius' skull is not large, nor is it extremely long, but it is a good size. He has horns along his skull, covering all across his skull, they are sharp and of a good size. There is a rack of spikes going down his spine and his wings, closer to his sides, have small horns at the bottom. His wings are of a leather, but the "Arms" are made of metal, both of them. There is a flexible tube that runs down his neck on one side, attached to a metal casing around his right eye, this feeds into his heart and keeps it pumping. Alive.. Marcius' tale is smooth with no spikes. *Note- During Marcius' history, Ghost finds out what he really is and Marcius keeps his metallic side of him showing. He does not heal it over and over, only some parts of himself. History Marcius grew up in a loving family. He had everything he wanted, a mother, a father, and happiness... And then the Machines came. The Mechanical dragons killing everything.. But that didn't kill his parents. No. Far from it. A nuclear blast erupted, killing many of the dragons and their riders, Marcius never having one, he was only tied to his parents. He survived, they died. Died saving him. Sheltering him with their own bodies as the blast took their lives and left Marcius to fend his own. Marcius traveled off, trying to find something, he was hurt. Both his wings were useless. Nothing for him to use. They were completely broken and his magic was far from being anywhere near good. They were nothing but useless weight. He couldn't move them, and they dragged across the ground. He continued to go on, searching for something, anything. He met a young dragon named Dyanchie, she took him in and helped him the best she could, but there was no hope for his wings. They were useless now. She told him of the machines, the mechcanical dragons coming to kill every living thing on the planet. How they were unatural and pitiful. Useless. Marcius grew interest where no other would. One thought came to his mind: Maybe they can heal my wings. He met Ghost then, but he kept away. Ghost would watch him, and his Friend Dimitri did not seem to like him at all. Marcius would talk to Dyanchie about the Mechanical dragons, wanting to know more.. She told him everything. He then set out, searching for them. He found nothing the first time. Instead he found an underground area, where he could settle and rest. He stayed there at night, building things that he found from metal. Creating small metallic roses, or metallic diagrams of wings... Something to replace his own destroyed wings. He could only dream though. One night, Dimitri and Ghost came, following him, Ghost tried to get him to talk peacefully, and then Dimitri attacked him.. Marcius killed Dimitri out of self defense. Turning Ghost on him, and Ghost did not speak to him. Marcius felt nothing was good enough anymore. He had knew his next action would produce two results. One would kill him... The other could save him. He ran off into the Mechanical Dragon's home. He needed new wings. He had no more hope. When Dyanchie found out what he had done, she would hate him. He fled. Nearly there.. He was shot, and killed by a blast of fire that sky rocketed. Sending his vision spinning, his breath gone in the blast of the missle as it struck the ground, throwing him. The last things he felt... Pain and misery. But this was not the end. Death is the easy way out. Marcius woke up in what seemed to be a spaceship .Frightened... He was mettalic, flesh on him and he could not figure out where he was or who he was. He looked to his side, a metal plaque rested engraved in the metal plating reading Marcius. So that was his name... Flesh begam to grow over his body and then.... The air craft plunged. It burned to bits around him, gone, he continued to fall. Less friction and heat, but enough to tear away all of his flesh. He crashed into the ground and lay there dazed and confusing, smoke rising from his metallic body. He looked up as he heard a growl... Ghost. Ghost tried to attack him, but Marcius ran, fleeing, he could fly! He took to the air, and he FLEW! He could fly again! His wings worked! He was alive! But he was mechanical.. No.. He was half mechanical.. Somethiong to be feared.. A Monster. He kept to himself.. Staying away from the rest of the dragons unless they came to him and he could not help it. He feared anyone and anything.. And he would die afraid if he kept it up in Selzar. Edited by Sangyne, Jul 3 2010, 08:27 PM.
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| wyvern95 | Jul 3 2010, 08:37 PM Post #2 |
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Awesome character ^^ I wonder how he'd react to meeting Cybera. Accepted |
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| Sangyne | Jul 3 2010, 08:45 PM Post #3 |
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You are in my space... GET OUT
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One way to find out eh? |
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