Post by mai on Aug 13, 2008 11:31:49 GMT -5
Name: Markus “Ace” Fletchley
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Witch
Height: 6”
Eye Color: Right is a light blue, left is a dark green.
Hair Color: Coal black tipped in fluorescent green. Died of course.
Hair Style:Styled like this, remember the green tips.
Clothing: Well let’s think about this, shall we? Jeans for a start, nice black ones. Defiantly skinnies. Just click here to take a look. Now lets get onto the shoes. Green converses, well loved and scribbled on, a pair of red laces to go with them. Click here to see.Shirt? Just a plain white short sleeved t-shirt, you know the style, right? Now he wears a waistcoat, as strange as it sounds, always not buttoned up, unless it’s cold. Click here again to take a look. Did I mention he wears a hat? Well I have now. Black with small grey pin stripes. Click here to take oh yet another look. Do you have the picture now? I hope so with the amount of links in here.
Build: Fairly slim built, does have muscles, but they’re not really visible, not lanky, oh no. Tall, you have to say tall.
Personality: A kid at heart really. He messes around a blot, pranks and al sorts, but when he gets serious, he means business. He’s a real city kid as well, give him a day and he can map out any city in his head. Good at puzzles.
History: Markus is Irish born and bred; accent and everything. He grew up normally, friends, family, birthday parties. By the time he was 20 he had everything he could want, a good job, a band, money, a cat, his own house, friends who called him by his real name and nickname, Ace. But then his mother decided it would be fun to drop a massive bombshell on him. Apparently he is a witch. The way he knows it, a person finds out that they’re some magical creature when they are in high school, and then have to face a double life, school, telling friends and learning magic. Why couldn’t his mum do it right? Besides, girls are witches, blokes are vampires. Apparently not. He was kidnapped by his mother for two years, had to leave his friends and job behind to be taught witchcraft. He got to keep his cat though. A nice little ginger tom cat. Called Cracker. When his mother had deemed him ready for the world, she sent him off with enough money to get a life started, Cracker, his guitar and a plane ticket to Cheshire City. How nice, hey? She told him to get more instruction at the Madd Cat Tower. Was he going to listen? Unless he was attacked by brain eating zombies, no. He wasn’t. He’s here now; the taxi’s dropped him off. What to do? Well, a whisky might be nice to start with.
Important Notes: He has a particular talent for fire spells and animal spells. Spells to talk to them are his forte. He has trouble with cloaking spells though. Remember people, he is a very low level witch. He can take care of thugs and thieves, not high level witches, vampires, demons, zombies, or were…things.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Witch
Height: 6”
Eye Color: Right is a light blue, left is a dark green.
Hair Color: Coal black tipped in fluorescent green. Died of course.
Hair Style:Styled like this, remember the green tips.
Clothing: Well let’s think about this, shall we? Jeans for a start, nice black ones. Defiantly skinnies. Just click here to take a look. Now lets get onto the shoes. Green converses, well loved and scribbled on, a pair of red laces to go with them. Click here to see.Shirt? Just a plain white short sleeved t-shirt, you know the style, right? Now he wears a waistcoat, as strange as it sounds, always not buttoned up, unless it’s cold. Click here again to take a look. Did I mention he wears a hat? Well I have now. Black with small grey pin stripes. Click here to take oh yet another look. Do you have the picture now? I hope so with the amount of links in here.
Build: Fairly slim built, does have muscles, but they’re not really visible, not lanky, oh no. Tall, you have to say tall.
Personality: A kid at heart really. He messes around a blot, pranks and al sorts, but when he gets serious, he means business. He’s a real city kid as well, give him a day and he can map out any city in his head. Good at puzzles.
History: Markus is Irish born and bred; accent and everything. He grew up normally, friends, family, birthday parties. By the time he was 20 he had everything he could want, a good job, a band, money, a cat, his own house, friends who called him by his real name and nickname, Ace. But then his mother decided it would be fun to drop a massive bombshell on him. Apparently he is a witch. The way he knows it, a person finds out that they’re some magical creature when they are in high school, and then have to face a double life, school, telling friends and learning magic. Why couldn’t his mum do it right? Besides, girls are witches, blokes are vampires. Apparently not. He was kidnapped by his mother for two years, had to leave his friends and job behind to be taught witchcraft. He got to keep his cat though. A nice little ginger tom cat. Called Cracker. When his mother had deemed him ready for the world, she sent him off with enough money to get a life started, Cracker, his guitar and a plane ticket to Cheshire City. How nice, hey? She told him to get more instruction at the Madd Cat Tower. Was he going to listen? Unless he was attacked by brain eating zombies, no. He wasn’t. He’s here now; the taxi’s dropped him off. What to do? Well, a whisky might be nice to start with.
Important Notes: He has a particular talent for fire spells and animal spells. Spells to talk to them are his forte. He has trouble with cloaking spells though. Remember people, he is a very low level witch. He can take care of thugs and thieves, not high level witches, vampires, demons, zombies, or were…things.