Post by The Guru on Feb 1, 2006 8:33:49 GMT -5
Name: Marx Connar (Real Name: Marnx Halloren)
Celebrity Used: David Beckham
Sexual Preference: Oh so very Heterosexual
Marital Status: Oh so very Single
Age: 27
Species: Werewolf
Level: Alpha 1
Homid Height: 6'0
Homid Weight: 163
Lycan Height: 9'1
Lycan Weight: 782
Eyes: Sky Blue
Hair: Midnight Blonde
Religion: Devout Catholic
Nationality: Australian (Claims Brooklyn)
Languages: English, poor English, Australian Slang, British Slang, Dutch, Spanish and some German
Vehicle(s): 2006 Ford GT
Weapon(s): Whatever ain't bolted down, and even then it's a maybe
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Shhhh, he's religious and all that
Special Abilities:
Beast Claws
Invokation
Shields
History:
Born Marnx Delbert Halloren in the outskirts of Sydney, Australia. He had the normal, quiet outback upbringing, if you could call that normal or quiet. At a young age Marnx was always hyper-active, wired, energetic, any term pertaining to non-stop adrenaline, Marnx was bouncing off the walls, which made his family high... strung. At the age of 13 Marnx found himself in the nightlife of Sydney, and that would be his overall downfall. Getting into trouble abound for the next four years had Marnx needing an intervention, to which his family did. At 17 Marnx got into a factory job, making support beams for the ever-expanding metropolis known as Sydney. Finding his trade and the one skill he had was welding. One evening Marnx was out with some friends, that 'wrong crowd' previously mentioned, they starting fights in a large nightclub. They were kicked out by a bouncer, and this 'wrong crowd' waited in the parking lot for the bouncer. Marnx tried to plea with them to not do anything to the man, yet they would not have it, so Marnx went to the door man to warn of what was to happen, yet they could smell the liquor upon his breath and shrugged it off. Marnx then went back to his so-called 'friends', again trying to stop them from doing wrong. Marnx then went to call the police when he saw the bouncer coming out, so rushing over there Marnx was yelling at the bouncer to run, however the bouncer thought Marnx was attacking him, so the larger man grabbed Marnx and they wrestled around. In trying to avoid the bouncer Marnx jumped out of the way of a rushing bouncer, the bouncer tripped on a pothole and was impaled through the head by a piece of PVC piping. Marnx turned around to a bright light from a police car on him, so Marnx did the instinctual thing and ran. He evaded the police by hiding in the sewage system, not believing what had happened. Even though Marnx was torn up about it, when he went to his family they handed him $5,000, two military-style bags and a plane ticket to Liverpool. That would be the last time Marnx has seen his family. Marnx travelled around for the next year until arriving in New Orleans, thinking it would be like France, but oh was he wrong. Marnx got used to the American way of life, letting the Sin in and finding that carefree sensibility. There Marnx ran into yet another 'bad crowd', yet Marnx was keen to it and used it to his advantage. So three weeks later Marnx would from that point on in America be known as Marx Harold Connar, from Brooklyn, New York. So thinking life was just grand, 'Marx' got himself some odd jobs, schools, fencing companies, construction, whatever he could do to weld and make money for his wicked ways. One night Marx was with a woman, getting rather hot and heavy, that being until her husband walked in. Marx grabbed what he could and ran out the backdoor, and as he looked over his shoulder he saw the irrate man gaining on him, but what brought out Marx's true fear, was this man... was getting larger. When the fur sprout out, and the canines through the snout were shown, Marx knew he was well in over his head. Feeling the claws scrape down his back Marx fell to the ground and believed he was soon to be dead when gunshots rang out. Looking up Marx would see a police officer there coming to actually... help him, before the world spun horribly and everything went black. Waking up in the hospital was not always what Marx wanted to do on a Sunday morning, yet there he was, on his side with a rather 'unattractive' nurse rubbing all over him. One week later Marx would find out that his life was changed forever, he was infected with Werewolf Lycanthropy. At 20 years old Marx was made to feel like a diseased person, to be quarantined and stricken to those who knew. Well here Marx was again, made to be the loner when all he wanted was to belong, to be part of a bigger unit and more so to be part of a bigger scheme. Marx's prayers were answered by Stephen, or so he thought. Getting into the pack was a happy experience for Marx, he was finally feeling to be part of something greater, something bigger than him. This would only last roughly a week and at that time he realized what the wolves were doing with the Vampires, and how corrupt they were. So it was a long struggle, but things were made to light when Marx met Willard. Willard was a good soul in a bad place, much like Marx felt himself to be, so there they were kindred spirits. Every Sunday was spent with Willard teaching and training Marx upon the ways of the wolf after church. Marx tried to distance himself from the pack as he knew only death would come if he stood up to them. ((Events not unfolded yet, nor revealed, so skipping ahead)). Finding out that those good souls had moved to Kansas City, Marx quickly followed suit, joining up with them via Los Angeles and getting that unity he has so desperately been searching for, Marx even landing a great paying job at the Fairfax Ford Plant in Kansas City Kansas, territory of the other pack in the Metropolitan area, which may be a bit of a problem, but for Marx... there's no problem that can't be solved with beer and sing-a-longs.
Celebrity Used: David Beckham
Sexual Preference: Oh so very Heterosexual
Marital Status: Oh so very Single
Age: 27
Species: Werewolf
Level: Alpha 1
Homid Height: 6'0
Homid Weight: 163
Lycan Height: 9'1
Lycan Weight: 782
Eyes: Sky Blue
Hair: Midnight Blonde
Religion: Devout Catholic
Nationality: Australian (Claims Brooklyn)
Languages: English, poor English, Australian Slang, British Slang, Dutch, Spanish and some German
Vehicle(s): 2006 Ford GT
Weapon(s): Whatever ain't bolted down, and even then it's a maybe
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Shhhh, he's religious and all that
Special Abilities:
Beast Claws
Invokation
Shields
History:
Born Marnx Delbert Halloren in the outskirts of Sydney, Australia. He had the normal, quiet outback upbringing, if you could call that normal or quiet. At a young age Marnx was always hyper-active, wired, energetic, any term pertaining to non-stop adrenaline, Marnx was bouncing off the walls, which made his family high... strung. At the age of 13 Marnx found himself in the nightlife of Sydney, and that would be his overall downfall. Getting into trouble abound for the next four years had Marnx needing an intervention, to which his family did. At 17 Marnx got into a factory job, making support beams for the ever-expanding metropolis known as Sydney. Finding his trade and the one skill he had was welding. One evening Marnx was out with some friends, that 'wrong crowd' previously mentioned, they starting fights in a large nightclub. They were kicked out by a bouncer, and this 'wrong crowd' waited in the parking lot for the bouncer. Marnx tried to plea with them to not do anything to the man, yet they would not have it, so Marnx went to the door man to warn of what was to happen, yet they could smell the liquor upon his breath and shrugged it off. Marnx then went back to his so-called 'friends', again trying to stop them from doing wrong. Marnx then went to call the police when he saw the bouncer coming out, so rushing over there Marnx was yelling at the bouncer to run, however the bouncer thought Marnx was attacking him, so the larger man grabbed Marnx and they wrestled around. In trying to avoid the bouncer Marnx jumped out of the way of a rushing bouncer, the bouncer tripped on a pothole and was impaled through the head by a piece of PVC piping. Marnx turned around to a bright light from a police car on him, so Marnx did the instinctual thing and ran. He evaded the police by hiding in the sewage system, not believing what had happened. Even though Marnx was torn up about it, when he went to his family they handed him $5,000, two military-style bags and a plane ticket to Liverpool. That would be the last time Marnx has seen his family. Marnx travelled around for the next year until arriving in New Orleans, thinking it would be like France, but oh was he wrong. Marnx got used to the American way of life, letting the Sin in and finding that carefree sensibility. There Marnx ran into yet another 'bad crowd', yet Marnx was keen to it and used it to his advantage. So three weeks later Marnx would from that point on in America be known as Marx Harold Connar, from Brooklyn, New York. So thinking life was just grand, 'Marx' got himself some odd jobs, schools, fencing companies, construction, whatever he could do to weld and make money for his wicked ways. One night Marx was with a woman, getting rather hot and heavy, that being until her husband walked in. Marx grabbed what he could and ran out the backdoor, and as he looked over his shoulder he saw the irrate man gaining on him, but what brought out Marx's true fear, was this man... was getting larger. When the fur sprout out, and the canines through the snout were shown, Marx knew he was well in over his head. Feeling the claws scrape down his back Marx fell to the ground and believed he was soon to be dead when gunshots rang out. Looking up Marx would see a police officer there coming to actually... help him, before the world spun horribly and everything went black. Waking up in the hospital was not always what Marx wanted to do on a Sunday morning, yet there he was, on his side with a rather 'unattractive' nurse rubbing all over him. One week later Marx would find out that his life was changed forever, he was infected with Werewolf Lycanthropy. At 20 years old Marx was made to feel like a diseased person, to be quarantined and stricken to those who knew. Well here Marx was again, made to be the loner when all he wanted was to belong, to be part of a bigger unit and more so to be part of a bigger scheme. Marx's prayers were answered by Stephen, or so he thought. Getting into the pack was a happy experience for Marx, he was finally feeling to be part of something greater, something bigger than him. This would only last roughly a week and at that time he realized what the wolves were doing with the Vampires, and how corrupt they were. So it was a long struggle, but things were made to light when Marx met Willard. Willard was a good soul in a bad place, much like Marx felt himself to be, so there they were kindred spirits. Every Sunday was spent with Willard teaching and training Marx upon the ways of the wolf after church. Marx tried to distance himself from the pack as he knew only death would come if he stood up to them. ((Events not unfolded yet, nor revealed, so skipping ahead)). Finding out that those good souls had moved to Kansas City, Marx quickly followed suit, joining up with them via Los Angeles and getting that unity he has so desperately been searching for, Marx even landing a great paying job at the Fairfax Ford Plant in Kansas City Kansas, territory of the other pack in the Metropolitan area, which may be a bit of a problem, but for Marx... there's no problem that can't be solved with beer and sing-a-longs.
