Name: Marce Sparrow/Ignas Nickname /Alias: "The Owl" Age: 19 Sex: Male Race: Human Height: 6' 2" Weight: 170 lbs Eye Color: Blue Hair Color/Style: Brown tied back in a ponytail Skin Color/Complexion: Light tan
Appearance: He is average in height, and he has a slim but muscular build. Underneath his dark brown cloak he wears a long dark blue shirt over his armor and a black pair of pants. He likes keeping his hair long, just under two feet, and tied back in a ponytail. Has a scar about 3 inches long going down at an angle between his left eye and left ear. It is usually hidden by his cloak's hood.
Weapon(s):Repentance - A three foot long curved pure white blade with a hilt made of onyx. The blade’s strike inflicts pain on the victim based on their past sins regardless of how hard Marce strikes the target with it.
Holy Dagger - A dagger around 9" long that dispels magical effects and attacks that it blocks or strikes. It is usually concealed in a small sheath on his back beneath his cloak. It was given to him by an old man shortly after the incident that gave him his demonic tattoo in order to keep it under control.
Armor: Enchanted Cloak - A large dark brown cloak that hides his form. It is enchanted to keep Marce's body temperature in check no matter what environment he's in.
A thin chain mail hauberk worn under his shirt that doesn't protect him from much.
Carried Possessions: Dormin's Eye - A small enchanted coin given to Triumvirs and their assistants within the shadow clan. It calls them to the meeting place that goes by the same name as the coin. Each coin is part of the small contained space that the meeting place is in.
Powers/Magic/Skills: Demonic Tattoo - On his left forearm is a jagged pitch black tattoo of an arm. Through his thoughts Marce can cause it to form as a solid yet elastic black arm that can be used for combat or utility. Limits: It is only good for combat within about 10 feet. It can stretch for other purposes within 30 feet. Side-Effects: If the arm is severed or destroyed it goes back to tattoo form for at least 30 seconds.
Battle Strengths: Tends to try and get the first strike without being noticed and is a fast fighter in prolonged engagements. Battle Weaknesses: Doesn't have armor to protect himself and doesn't have stamina for extremely long battles.
Other: He is an assistant to the triumvir of the shadow clan who is in control of the clan's funding. In public Marce's adoptive father is the head of a large banking company. Behind closed doors he funnels money into the clan's interests, and sends Marce out to fill the personal coffers of the clan.
Personality: He tries to be a nice guy. He really does, but one word can describe him fairly accurately. Miserly. He won't refuse to help people if they can't pay him, but with the job he has he will at least do his best to get any penny he can.
He has a particular hatred for women that cheat and lead men on and terrible parents. If he has only heard about what they have done he will at most act like an ass to them, but if he has seen it first hand he has gone as low as mentally torturing them.
History: Marce was raised by his single father in a city on the edge of a desert. He never made many connections with the people around him. Once he was old enough to know not to open the door for people and heat up simple meals his father went straight back to his military work. In his part of the city there weren't many children close to his age, and there weren't any adults he was comfortable talking to. He just spent his days alone in his house, and he may as well have been alone when his dad got home.
One day it seemed someone had attacked the city. By the time he heard the screaming and came out to look, a few of the buildings in the area were burning down. He immediately started running to where his father was stationed. As much as he left him alone he was sure his own father would protect him. When he got there his father seemed relieved at first but soon an enemy showed up at that station. The man seemed to be using magic, as he shot streams of flame at the soldiers around the station.
His father seemed to freeze in place as he saw his friends being completely torched. Somewhere a man in charge was shouting for a retreat, and without a single glance down to his son he started running. Unfortunately the attacker caught his leg with a gout of flame. Marce at least had thought for all the time his father spent away from him he was some brave soldier. That he would protect him if it came to it. That thought was gone.
Marce walked over to his father who was trying to rip off what parts of the leg of the pants that weren't burnt to his skin. He simply stared down at him seeing him as a disgusting coward. Suddenly, behind Marce was the attacker. Through a thick gas mask he asked if this was his father and if he wanted him to spare him. Marce said as calmly as he could, "Burn him to the ground."
The attacker seemed to only be after military, so he didn't kill Marce. Something Marce didn't expect though was that the man would ask him to come with him. He took off his mask to show a ghostly white face and short bright red hair. The man identified himself to Marce as Ignas. He told him that he would make him strong, and he wouldn't abandon him like that. Marce accepted without even thinking about it. He had no reason to be here. He was 11 at the time, but by the time he was 15 he was trained and put to work as his father's assistant. Shortly after taking in Marce, Ignas became a member of his organization's triumvirate. He was in charge of the financial division that supplied the rest of it discreetly.
While Ignas managed the big numbers he sent his new son out to earn cash and favors. His jobs ranged from plain mercenary work to assassinations. While it didn't always go smoothly he always got his jobs done. Marce never had any desire to disappoint his new father. Before long he was allowed to go to a meeting of the three leaders and their assistants. Around the assistants the leaders only used their code names."The Falcon" Triumvir in charge of relations. His assistant was known as "The Panther". Marce's father Ignas was recognized as "The Salamander" who lead financial acquisition and management. Marce himself had been given the name "The Owl". Last of the triumvirs was a man who truly frightened Marce. He was the triumvir of war for the clan. Unlike the triumvirs and their assistants his code name was not an animal. His code name was "The Black Death". He was a tall dark skinned man. Almost comically his assistant was called "The Elephant". Their real names and occupations were kept 'need to know' for now.
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 felt a running chill in the air, but at times he also felt a comforting warmth.
“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 sword and quickly followed up, driving his blade into it’s side. A spatter of black fuming blood came out, and a streak spread across Marce's 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 dagger he kept on his back, but the beast came at him flapping it’s one wing. Marce managed to get behind it and slide down it’s spine with the dagger. It seemed crippled after that but still went after Marce, throwing more dark blood towards him but missing. It was easily finished off after that as 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 in the distance.
He looked down at his arm and saw what appeared to be a long black arm where the blood had been. Marce couldn't understand what it was now on his arm. He realized the wing from the monster was 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 the hell is going on?"
He decided he could wait and see what his father thought, and he just headed back to the village for his pay. Without the actual wing they were hesitant to believe him, but they agreed to search the island to see if he was telling the truth. He was allowed to stay in a local hotel for a while until they checked the place out. While he was there though his arm started to throb again. It was like the arm tattooed onto his forearm was tearing into him. Then he looked closer and to his surprise it actually was. It was stretching off of his skin and raking across him. From outside of his door an old man saw what was happening and offered Marce a unique holy weapon. Holding the dagger seemed to force the small arm into submission. After three years of carrying the weapon the arm's will is now Marce's.
[Draculla's Magic] Wake up, lose your hesitation. Wake up, it's time for us to realize. Wake up, show appreciation. Wake up, it's time for us to realize. [Avy by Azure Guardian. Sigs by various awesome people.]