Marce (resubmitted)

I haven't used this character for anything in almost a year so I thought I'd revise him and resubmit him.

Name: Marce Sparrow
Age: 19
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Moon blue
Weight: 170 lb
Height: 6 feet 2"

Theme Song: http://kwix.shackspace.com/cavestory...llOfBallos.mp3

Weapon: Persian blade(like the right sword in this pic) (and a secret holy dagger on his back for defense against magic, so in battle no other character can know that) except pure white blade and the eagle hilt made of onyx. The blade’s name is repentance, and it holds the power to cast a shot of holy energy that will cause pain in the target in response to their past sins.

Armor: Light hard leather armor for speed and scaled shoulder guards under his cloak

Strengths: Battles using his surroundings, not just his power. He can run walls for a quick dodge. His armor is good against archers. He can be very stealthy. He is very good at dodging attacks and uses brutality on enemy vitals such as a hard thrust through the heart or a dagger through the throat. He's an observationalist, he can find many ways to get an advantage.

Weakness: Weak to heavy striking weapons like scimitars. If he is hit he is weakened greatly because his armor isn't that strong or protective. He does a lot of jumping and is vulnerable to arrows while in the air.

Skills/Magic: Has a pair of enchanted boots for great leg power, to like jump sword swipes. He can take a beating but it will slow him down a bit. His fighting style is a combination of brutality, stealth, and agility. He is skilled enough to use any weapon if he's in a tight spot.

His dagger has the power to dispel arcane and elemental spells, but is super powerful against unholy and dark beings and magic.

He has a tattoo with the ability to spring forth a powerful arm made of pure darkness, from his left forearm that can stretch about 30ft. but it’s only good for combat within 10ft. It can be used for many things, in combat to grab or strangle opponents, or like a grappling hook.

He’s pretty good at playing the guitar too. Not a battle skill, but it’s worth mentioning.

Personality: He doesn't reach out much but he is close to those he calls friend. He befriends those who are kind and do not strive for power in greed. He will accept help from anyone who offers it to him. If help is given to him he will respond in kind. you don't generally see his face in public, but he does try to enjoy himself every once in a while. He relaxes by playing the guitar. He doesn't go to great lengths to be the hero, but if someone clearly needs help he will offer it. He has a tendency to help Holy men more than anyone else

Appearance: He carries nothing but his blades his armor and a cloak and is very shabby looking, sort of unsettled. Has a tattoo running down his arm of a skinny black jagged arm with claws(looks like a stretched out WW floormaster), on his left arm. He is almost always wearing a cloak. He has a slight beard(bout an inch and a half long) and a scar going straight down the middle of his left eye. He is not as muscular as some body builder but his muscles built up enough to take out his enemies. His hair goes about a half foot down his back but he ties it back during battle. Wears a blue shirt and brown pants, and a pair of military boots.

History: He was born in a desert and his mother died later after giving birth. His father was only an officer in the military whose country was at war. He received the scar on his eye when he was running away from his town. He fought for his life at a young age, making a first kill at the age of ten when his father’s military base was under siege. He doesn't fight for revenge or a country, or good or evil he only fights to carve out his fate, and only who he judges has outlived their fates in time. He was scarred watching many lives being reaped away. He lost his mercy do to that day. He just began wandering where he felt to go ending those lives saw need to. to tyrants to cowards who claimed power to oppress the weak, his sword met them and made the blow. He did not care for his countries fate his father did not dye in the siege but he did leave Marce behind in a flee from the fort, but Marce did not care he left that place behind as it raged in flames. He trained with the sword to carry out his new purpose. He gained his magic boots from an assassin who was out to kill a holy leader. He also takes on some jobs as a mercenary of sorts, and that’s how he acquired his sword by killing the general of an army he was hired to take out, he took that blade as a trophy. He was recently targeted by the army that took out his home because the man he killed was an important political figure to that country and one soldier saw him do it. The army of that country put a bounty on him. He acquired his holy dagger from holy man in a monastery who saved him from a huge magical attack with it. He was resting there when it happened, a bounty hunter came for him and fired the blast at Marce but the holy man canceled the attack with the dagger. Realizing Marce’s armor and weapons didn't have much defense against such attacks and gave him the dagger.

Five years later.

Marce was sailing to the northern beach of a small Island in the eastern ocean, He’d been hired to destroy a winged monster there. It’d been destroying the port towns, and everyone wanted it dead. They said that it lived in a large ruined church on this Island, and the closer Marce came to it the more he could feel waves of unholy energy, but strangely he felt waves of holy energy mixed in with it. “What in the world is this thing.”

Marce said still walking to the center of the Island where the church was supposed to be. When he got there he peaked through a hole in the door of the place and at first only saw corpses of priests. Marce kept looking and saw what he was looking for, it was a red and white monster standing in the back of the church near the altar. It stood 10ft high , and it had one white feathered wing and what looked like a human right arm but everything else looked clearly demonic. “Better approach this cautiously.” Marce said with his Eye still to the hole. Quickly the Thing’s attention went to the hole, and the door was quickly blown off by a wave of black energy, but nothing was there. It walked forward knowing it heard something there, and as soon as it walked out the door Marce sliced the demonic wing off with his holy dagger and his sword went into it’s side. A spatter of black fuming blood came out, and a streak spread across Marces left arm which held the sword. He jumped back letting go of the sword as it dissolved. “Damn it!! My sword!”, Marce yelled out. “Die!! You bastard!!” He yelled jumping far up trying to come down on the Thing’s head with his holy dagger but it only came at him flapping it’s one wing. But Marce did manage to catch a slide down it’s spine with the dagger. It seemed crippled after that but still went after Marce, blasting more dark energy towards him, and missing. It was easily finished off after that , and Marce used his Dagger to chop off it’s last wing, to take back as proof of it’s death. As he was about to get in his boat to leave the island his arm began to burn with pain out of his mind from the blood spatter on it earlier. Marce stepped into the boat but passed out a moment later.

When he woke up he could see the town where he was hired. “what the?” He looked down at his arm and saw what appeared to be a long black arm where the blood had been. “Uh?” was all Marce could say at that point and he felt the wing from the monster underneath him, and in a bright flash it turned into an exact copy of the sword he lost to the monster’s acidic blood except it’s blade was pure white and it’s hilt now made of onyx.. “What in hell,”

He’d later find out the meaning of the sword and tattoo.(explained in magic and weapons.) but then he went back to town to collect his reward.


(I'm plannin to explain all the vague and unexplained stuff from the bio in a character fic once he's reapproved)

*Approvedeth*

awesome, thanks.