Post by Marcus Blackmore on Aug 30, 2012 14:25:28 GMT -5
Portrayed by Brandon Keener.
GENERAL
Full Name: Sir Marcus Blackmore
Race: Human.
Age: 33.
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Birthplace: The City of Amaranthine in the nation of Ferelden.
Residence: The Hanged Man tavern in Krikwall in the Free Marches.
Affiliation: None.
Occupation: None.
Religion: The Andrastian Chantry.
COMBAT
Class: Warrior.
Character Stats:
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 1
Willpower: 2
Magic: 0
Cunning: 1
Gear:
- Ferelden Knight's Plate Armor set: A relic from his service in the name of Arl Howe, this sturdy plate mail is capable of withstanding a great deal of damage.
- Defiance: The Blackmore family mace, this fine made cudgel has been in Marcus' family for generations. It's hardened metal construction can crush bone like nothing else.
- The Black Bear's Regret: Originally called The Black Bear's Honor, This heavy metal shield was commissioned by Arl Howe as a gift to Marcus, honoring his pledge of service to his court. With the revelation of the Arl's actions during the fifth blight, the heraldry of Amaranthine has been completely scrapped off by Marcus.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Although he has been on the road more then most people, Marcus has maintained a groomed, well cared for complexion and physique. His curly black hair, gray eyes and pale skin are indicative of his Tevinter ancestry.
HISTORY
Marcus was born and raised in the city of Amaranthine in the nation of Ferelden. His family, despite having lived in Ferelden for many generations, was actually Tevinter in origin. This history gave his family a rather stained reputation among most Andrastian Fereldins. Some say it was this mysterious origin that somehow convinced Arl Tarleton Howe, the patron of the Howe family during the days of Orlesian occupation of Ferelden, to allow the Blackmores into their court as Knights.
For almost fifty years, the Blackmores have been held in high, if suspicious, regard in the lands of Amaranthine. Earning their reputation as both ruthless warriors and loyal subjects to the Howes. When Tarlton Howe was ousted and replaced Arl Rendon Howe, he kept the Blackmores in his court as a reward for their loyalty. They latter came to be a great asset in the war against Orlais. It was suspected by many that the Blackmores would have been the first to come to the aid of Arl Rendon at the beginning of the fifth blight. Little did everyone know that Marcus Blackmore had other plans.
Like many in his family, Marcus was raised with the purpose of serving as a warrior in service to the Howes of Amaranthine, one of the traditions of Blackmore's warrior training was that he would be trained by a warrior who specialized unique combat techniques that would give the Knights of Blackmore an edge in combat. When Marcus was seventeen, his father payed gold to a veteran ash warrior mercenary to train Marcus in the art of the Berserker; The fury fueled warrior.
When Marcus was 18 and his training was complete, Marcus enlisted in service to the Howe court of Amaranthine. He served diligently for five years total. His unique combats skills earned him the title of "The Black Bear of Amaranthine". Although he remained loyal to the Howes during his years as a knight, he maintained a modicum of mutual distrust towards Arl Howe in particular; one of the more lesser known traditions of the Blackmores was that each family member be true to themselfs and to form their own political and societal beliefs and not to be influenced by the opinions of others, even by those of other family members.
At the beginning of the fifth blight, when Arl Howe was named Arl of Denerim, Marcus was asked by Howe to partake in the purge of Denerim's Elven Alienage. Marcus was already suspicious of Howe when rumors of him kidnapping and torturing innocent people and political enemys, so when he left the Arl's Manor for the Alienage, he left with much trepidation, trepidation which was founded when he arrived to find the unarmed elfs being slaughtered one by one by the Arl's men and Denerim's enraged townsfolk during the purge, culminating in the human rioters turning the anger against the Alienage orphanage.
Marcus initially stood dumbfounded in horror at the site of unarmed elven men and women being cut down in the street; He had never had much cause to interact with elfs of Amaranthine and therefore never had a reason to develop any sort of hate or distrust for them as so many humans did. So in his eyes, he saw helpless people being assaulted by sadistic madmen who now turned there ire against unarmed, defenseless young children. It was at this precise moment in time that Marcus' loyalty to Arl Howe evaporated completely and he choose to come to the aid of the elven orphans. Marcus tired with every ounce of his marital might to push back the angry crowd of human rioters but to no avail. Marcus was overwhelmed and forced to watch as the young women and children were butchered by the Arl's men. Distraught with sadness and horror at what he had bared witness to, Marcus fled Denerim and Ferelden.
It has been ten years since that day in the Alienage. The blight was defeated, Arl Howe was killed, The world has since began to heal from the war, but Marcus has not. He remains scarred mentally by the events of that day and now wonders the free marches without purpose. But it may not be for long, for Marcus has spent his time building up hatred for humanity's treatment of the elfs. Perhaps Marcus shall be a knight for a different cause.
For now, he must remember... to not remember.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player�s Pen Name: Chatterbox.
Contact: chatterboxx1991@gmail.com
Roleplay Experience: A little under 5 or 6 months.
Language(s): English.
How did you find us?: Affiliation with Call of Time Skyrim RP.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:
The following is a taken from a RP called "Mother and Son" on Mass Effect Validity
Metis lay on the couch in the living room of her upscale Presidium penthouse suite. It was an surprisingly pleasant day for her so far; had a nice breakfast, had a quick workout, went for a stroll in the marketplace.....Off-duty hours felt like a gift that day. She was proud to wear the armor like her son and late husband but being in plain clothes, A burgundy wrap tunic, small belt, gray suede gloves, blue bandana around her neck, black trousers and boots felt like a much needed reprieve from work, especially after that clusterfuck in Donegal....but that was not important.
She had the curtains closed and the Stereo on, the room was dark and quiet and at a nice, warm temperature from the fireplace. The music player. Moonlight Sonata; a lovely classical piece written by the human composer Ludwig Beethoven. The gentle melody of piano keys wafted through the air like the songs of the spirits. She let ot a sigh of relief as she listened happily with her eyes closed and hands together on her stomach. She felt truly content and at one with herself.
And to top things off, her son was coming to visit. Oh thank the spirits. They hadn't the time to converse much in ireland; too much fire and, well, dead people to really strike up a conversation. Of course, little Viccus all grown up coming to visit her could still mean anything. The mother and son never saw eye to eye on matters of immediate importance, but deep down she hoped to not go there if he did in fact come, she didn't want to think about Shepard or Cerberus or Darner Vosque or anything of the sort this day. It was a magnificent day and she didn't want it to be ruined by bitter memories of the past.
Her eyes gently rose to the mantle above the fireplace to a photo of her and her deceased loved one. She couldn't help but think of him for that moment. What would he do? How would he handle it? He was perfect for that. One of the reasons she loved him so. But deep down she knew, how he died, why he died what he did....no... she wouldn't think of it on this day. Her eyes shut again, her mandibles gently twitched as she soaked in the sound of the human balled. "Ahhhhh.....my love" she whispered. "What would you have me do for our little child?"
Metis lay on the couch in the living room of her upscale Presidium penthouse suite. It was an surprisingly pleasant day for her so far; had a nice breakfast, had a quick workout, went for a stroll in the marketplace.....Off-duty hours felt like a gift that day. She was proud to wear the armor like her son and late husband but being in plain clothes, A burgundy wrap tunic, small belt, gray suede gloves, blue bandana around her neck, black trousers and boots felt like a much needed reprieve from work, especially after that clusterfuck in Donegal....but that was not important.
She had the curtains closed and the Stereo on, the room was dark and quiet and at a nice, warm temperature from the fireplace. The music player. Moonlight Sonata; a lovely classical piece written by the human composer Ludwig Beethoven. The gentle melody of piano keys wafted through the air like the songs of the spirits. She let ot a sigh of relief as she listened happily with her eyes closed and hands together on her stomach. She felt truly content and at one with herself.
And to top things off, her son was coming to visit. Oh thank the spirits. They hadn't the time to converse much in ireland; too much fire and, well, dead people to really strike up a conversation. Of course, little Viccus all grown up coming to visit her could still mean anything. The mother and son never saw eye to eye on matters of immediate importance, but deep down she hoped to not go there if he did in fact come, she didn't want to think about Shepard or Cerberus or Darner Vosque or anything of the sort this day. It was a magnificent day and she didn't want it to be ruined by bitter memories of the past.
Her eyes gently rose to the mantle above the fireplace to a photo of her and her deceased loved one. She couldn't help but think of him for that moment. What would he do? How would he handle it? He was perfect for that. One of the reasons she loved him so. But deep down she knew, how he died, why he died what he did....no... she wouldn't think of it on this day. Her eyes shut again, her mandibles gently twitched as she soaked in the sound of the human balled. "Ahhhhh.....my love" she whispered. "What would you have me do for our little child?"
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