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Steven Markson

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a character in “BlackWall High”, originally authored by BespectacledBeauty, as played by RolePlayGateway

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[url]Song || Artist[/url] 21 Guns || Green Day
House of Gold || 21 Pilots Do Better || Say Anything



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Name
Steven Gregory Markson

Meaning
"Uh, my mom liked it. What more do you want?"

Age
17

Birthday
April 26th

Gender
Male



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Height
5'7"

Weight
128lbs

Hair Color
Blond

Eye Color
Amber

Skin Tone
Medium/Fair

Brief Description




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Curious | Honest | Contradictory | Cautious | Realistic


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Likes
✔ Video Games
✔ Summertime
✔ Science Novels
✔ His Brother
✔ Chewy Candy

Dislikes
✘ Reptiles/Amphibians
✘ Confrontation
✘ Writing Assignments
✘ Messes
✘ Obnoxiousness

Skills
Intelligent ★ Steven's pretty knowledgeable about a lot of things, though he's be quick to deny it. If he finds something to be interesting, he'll do extensive research on the subject until he properly understands it.
Skill ★
Skill ★

Flaws
Can't Be Helped ◆ Rarely one to argue or complain, Steven usually goes along with whatever life throws at him. Someone bullying him? Can't be helped. His umbrella has a huge whole in it and it's pouring down rain? Nothing he can do about it. On the other hand, despite him not expressing his displeasure out loud, he's always mentally yelling at himself to take action, only to end up ignoring his thoughts most of the time and going along anyway.
Filterless ◆ To put it simply, Steven finds himself letting the first thing that comes to his mind slip out of his mouth. Though this usually applies to only select situations, he tends to mostly talk back when someone's annoying him or ends up spilling everything when he's feeling stressed.
Clumsy ◆ Steven;s had two left feet since he was a toddler running into everything as he learned how to walk. Since he finds he can get distracted easily, he doesn't pay the best of attention to where his feet are going.




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Birth Place
Elmwood Park, Illinois

Biography




So begins...

Steven Markson's Story

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Students pile out of the buses, trains, cars and path, heading towards the castle-like building, dragging their heavy suitcase looking packed for a whole year or whole term at BlackWall high. The sinking sun of the afternoon makes the sky look as if it were on fire. This year, there is a slight change in plan when it comes to the students. A few humans have been placed among the supernaturals. They just think it's another school but for higher abled students like themselves. The will soon find out that they were wrong, so very VERY wrong.

Right now, the wooden gates are closed as the last few tasks are being completed by the teachers of the school. The gate opened and students flooded into the courtyard, halls, coridoors: everywhere. The sea of school uniforms and talking make it almost impossible to identify anyone and what they are. Some are more obvious: being in groups showing off new tricks they learnt to do using their abilities, others just walking in with no words or facial expression.

Human students and teachers pile into the smaller hall while supernatural students and teachers pile into the massive hall, about four times larger than the one the humans are in. The head mistress, Miss BlackWall, gives a speech in both halls. The speech for the human's was very different to the speech for the supernaturals. Miss BlackWall comes up onto the podium and her booming voice projects around the whole hall as she says:

"Welcome, all of you, to BlackWall high. As some of you may know, I am Miss BlackWall: principle of this school and it is my job to make sure you have the best experience here at BlackWall High. You will all be going to your dormitories for today to get settled in. The majority of your fellow students here are... difficult to handle. Now, we have a few ground rules...

Number 1: You can't drop out until the end of the year and rule-breaking is not tolerated. If you are found to be breaking the rules, your punishments will be... well, let's just say unpleasent.

Number 2: Being enrolled to this school is a privalige as is experiencing it's traditions some of it's secrets and meeting the other students here, respect that fact. The old students adore this place and might not be as nice to you if you disrespect them or this school. Keep that in mind.

And finally, Number 3: Do not leave your dorms after 7:30pm.

Anyone that breaks rule number 3 will be punished by breaking rule number 3 at that time. Go to reception to get your timetables, room number and information about the school. Goodbye."


She then gets off the podium as the humans pile out to reception, going to the hall full of the supernaturals. The supernatural students are all over the place in the hall, some in the seats set out, some on the walls and a few even on the ceiling. Miss BlackWall goes up to the podium at the front and shouts "quiet" into the microphone, getting everyone's attention. She then clears her throat and says:

"Welcome, all of you, to BlackWall high. As you know, my name is Miss BlackWall and before anyone else asks: yes, humans are being enrolled into the school this year. Deal with it. Our ruler has purpousfully done this to try and fix the bond between humans and us supernaturals. For this reason, this years rules have changed. The new rules are...

Number 1: Rulebreaking is not tolerated. If you are found breaking a rule, you will be punished and expelled, depending on how serious the rule is, with a record of it on your profile until the day you die.

Number 2: Fighting in school is not allowed. Save it for when your let into the woods.

Number 3: Do not kill any humans that happen to be outside the dorms after 7:30pm.

Number 4: Do not lure any humans to go outside the dorms after 7:30pm.

Go to reception to get your timetables, room number and information about the school. Goodbye."


Miss BlackWall leaves the podium as the supernaturals pile out and towards the reception, where some humans are still waiting for their room numbers, timetable and info about the school.

The setting changes from BlackWall High to BlackPine

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Species ~ Human

Dialogue ~ #15155E



As the bus came to a not-so-gentle stop, Steven's body shifted forward, his barely conscious mind hardly aware of this movement until his forehead met with the seat in front of him. He jolted upward, quick to place a hand on his head, though mostly in confusion over pain. He'd fallen asleep shortly after boarding, being unable to stay asleep the night before. The door to the bus opened as his eyes moved to the window beside him, deciding to wait for the other passengers to get off first so he wouldn't be caught in the crowd. To think he'd get an invite to a school he didn't even remember applying for, but his parents were far too excited for him to just turn it down. It was supposed to be a pretty top-notch school, after all. From what he could see past the hundreds of bodies that were shuffling through the newly opened gates, the place looked more like a 16th century castle than a school.

"Hey, you getting off already or what?"

"Uh? Yes, sorry!" Realizing that he'd been sitting there a few seconds longer than he thought, he slid out of his seat with a red a black striped duffel back over his shoulder. Pulling his suitcase out after him, he stepped off the bus and followed the crowd with the plain blue, over-stuffed suitcase in tow.

He tried to keep to the sidelines as he stood amongst the bodies of students as the headmaster introduced herself and listed off a number of rules in which Steven paid close attention though, though he couldn't help but feel like some of them seemed a little sinister, more specifically the subject of punishment that would be given if a rule would be broken by someone. Having a curfew of seven thirty sounded kind of early for a bunch of teenagers to abide by too, but rules were rules.

It took him a while before he finally managed to make it to the front of the line and learn his room number. This would be the first time he'd ever been assigned a dorm, but it would be good preparation for college, at least. With his eyes following the paper map in his hand, he searched for room 172, taking a few wrong turns here and there before he spotted the numbered door. He stood in front of it for a moment before knocking a couple times, not wanting to startle anyone by entering unannounced, and turning the knob, noting that it was currently unlocked before letting himself in.

Though he noticed that there were two people already here, the first thing that caught his attention was the less-than-pleasant decor. Whoever he was dorming with had some odd taste, to say the least. He reacted by stopping suddenly and scanning the room with a somewhat awkward expression on his face. "This..is.."

His gaze stopped on the the others in the room and he straightened up a little, trying to give at least a small smile despite his discomfort of the room decoration. He'd definitely be rearranging whichever side was his. "Hi, I'm Steven Markson. I guess we're roommates."

He nearly moved forward, ready to make his way to the bed that appeared untouched against the other side of the room, but he stopped as his foot tapped something on the floor. Looking down, he realized that he'd nearly stepped on someone shoes. "Oh," he said mostly to himself before removing his own shoes and placing them against the wall. He made his way over to the empty bed and dropped his duffel bag on it, then turned to face the other two.

"So who's Arthur and who's Liam?"

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Liam looks up as Arthur steps into the room.
"Ah. You must be the human boy, Steven. Why are you sitting like that? Did you injure yourself in some way?"
Liam looks at him, letting a bit of his vampire self slip by letting a bit of red enter his iris and revert back to light blue to show that he is definately not human. Arthur closes the door behind him. "I guess your Arthur, I'm Liam by the way. I don't know where the human is." Liam says, trying not to sound bossy or rude because he heard he doesn't take people who act dominant well. There is then a knock on the door behind Arthur. "That must be Steven." Liam says. There is a pause before the door opens and a blonde boy with brown eyes steps into the room, looking around saying, "This..is... Hi, I'm Steven Markson. I guess we're roommates." Steven walks over to the other unoccupied bed, almost stepping on Liams shoes and Steven realises it and takes off his own shoes before throwing his bag onto the other tiny bed and then asking who is who.

"I'm Liam, he's Arthur." Liam point at Arthur and then realises what he just did. Liam looks at Arthur, waiting to see his reaction, staring at him with no sign of a smirk or smile at all, just a face to show they're serious about things.

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Arthur stared at Liam directly in the eye for a few minutes, unblinking. Liam was not what he expected. He expected, daresay fantasized, a bloodthirsty vampire ready to challenge him. What he found before him was a spineless whimpering dog by comparison. Slowly, his eyes flickered over to Steven. Arthur studied Steven's disgust in the paintings that Arthur had hung on the wall.
"I am Arthur Rotheram, and I am apparently your roommate, human named Steven. Tell me, do you feel safe in this room?" His blood red eyes watched his expression hungrily. "These paintings, they are to your liking, yes? No, you both hate them. They are the subject of violent murders. Now, why would I hang such things on the wall in full view of everyone who would come to visit?" Arthur glided across the room, his fangs sparkling in the light. He stopped to look out of the window.
"The answer is simple," he replied to his own question, "These are paintings of my enemies. Foes that I butchered with these hands. After I killed them, I burned them to cinders and used their ashes to create these masterpieces you see before you now. This may be hard to comprehend at this time, human named Steven, but the enemies I have are ones that do not die so easily. These paintings are here so I can keep an eye on them. Do you have enemies, human named Steven?" Arthur's unsettling gaze fell upon Liam once more. I know you can hear me, Blir. Unless the legends of your powerful mental capabilities are exaggerated. You wish to kill this human, don't you? You hear his blood pulsing in his veins, yes? Go ahead, indulge in your baser instincts, and devour the human. We share the same desires. I won't stand in your way... Arthur smiled at Steven, feigning innocence.

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Species ~ Human

Dialogue ~ #15155E



"I'm Liam, he's Arthur."

Steven moved his eyes from Liam to Arthur, finding his hair to be an interesting color for someone his age. Maybe he dyes it? It did look interesting with his even more unusual eye color. Contacts? The decor likely belonged to him.

"It's nice to meet you," he said, looking back at Liam for a second before kneeling down to unzip his suit case. Since he fit most of his clothes in his duffel bag, he was able to bring along a few extra things. He stood up and moved his duffel bag over, letting it fall of the bed, before spreading out a red blanket and placing it on the bed. He didn't feel like unpacking everything just yet, but he could at least get his bed ready for the night.

"I am Arthur Rotheram, and I am apparently your roommate, human named Steven. Tell me, do you feel safe in this room?"

That was an odd question. He raised an eyebrow slightly, not quite sure how to respond. Was he not supposed to feel safe?

"These paintings, they are to your liking, yes? No, you both hate them. They are the subject of violent murders. Now, why would I hang such things on the wall in full view of everyone who would come to visit?"

"To make it impossible for me to make friends while I'm here?" Steven thought to himself, but made no attempt to answer. Not that he had time to, since Arthur saw it to answer his own question without giving anyone time to reply. He watched the white-haired boy make his way to the window in a rather dramatic way before he continued to speak. Something about ashes and enemies and keeping an eye on the paintings. By now Steven had pulled out his cell phone to let his mother know that he'd made it to the school safely, but his service seemed to be uncooperative at the moment.

"Do you have enemies, human named Steven?"

He slid his phone into his pocket and looked back up at Arthur, again faced with an odd question. "I don't really draw attention to myself, so I don't normally attract those kind of people." He answer his roommates question honestly. Sure, he's had people try to pick fights with him now and then, but a teacher or someone else would always step in before it could go any further. He didn't have any actual rivals who were bent out to destroy him or anything.

"I'm gunna find out where the cafeteria is before curfew. Didn't really eat much today, so I wanna check out the menu."

He zipped up his suitcase and made his way to the door, but stopped just before slipping on his other shoe. "Do either of you wanna come?"

They were going to be spending a lot of time together from here on out, so they might as well try and get to know each other. Arthur had a pretty vivid imagination and...well he wasn't really sure what to think of his taste in room decor. He was kind of relieved that Liam seemed normal enough, but he also seemed a little off. Steven slipped on his other shoe and opened the door, waiting a second in case one of them decided to tag along.

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Yo, I see you have arrived, Person behind screen. Now you may be wondering, Wait, Why are you tagging everyone, And not writing anything related to the story. WELL I'm glad you asked, HOW ABOUT Because nothing is happening, This is generally the point where a roleplay dies, Everyone has already introduced themselves and now everyone is done and no one will now post beyond this point, HOWEVER I trust you are a capable group of people, Out of Ideas, Make your own, A roleplay is something where everyone can but their brains and hearts together to make something truly spectacular. Now again you may be wondering, Wait, person that plays Hikari, The best character in the whole goddamn roleplay, Why haven't YOU written anything, Well aside from being busy or something, This type of roleplay is built on people actually posting, We need people to respond so others can respond back, Now Now, Of course, You might not have been on, HOWEVER, It might sound creepy BUT, I have hovered over your names and looked at my conveniently placed calendar on the lower right hand side of my computer and checked that you have been Online, NOW, SCROLL DOWN AND WRITE TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT, Thank you, Phantom's Blade for president, Thank you.

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I know you can hear me, Blir. Unless the legends of your powerful mental capabilities are exaggerated. You wish to kill this human, don't you? You hear his blood pulsing in his veins, yes? Go ahead, indulge in your baser instincts, and devour the human. We share the same desires. I won't stand in your way... Liam stares at Arthur as if they were a complete numbskull. Liam stands up, still staring at him. "Sure. I'll come" Liam says, his tone making it obvious he isn't focused on Steven at this point in time. Arthur gives them an innocent look. If you think I'm stupid enough to be tricked into a trap that simple, think again. I'm not going to fall right into your hands from a few sentances. You aren't here for no reason. What are you looking for, who? Liam asks through his mind. Liam now turns to Steven. "Theres a couple of minutes before 'curfew' so you may want to hurry along"

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Arthur stared past Liam, impassive. When Liam spoke to him, the corner of his mouth turned up into the slightest twitch of a smile. Trap? Come now, Liam. have you truly fallen so far? Arthur's inner voice sounded incredulous. His mind opened like a book. In that book, a powerful, nearly unbearable thirst for blood followed. Arthur imagined the slaying of several humans, in great painstaking detail, over and over. He then slowly bent down and picked up a dusty old wine bottle out of his black coffin along with two elaborate crystal glasses. Arthur, still fixated on the slaughter of his victims playing over and over in his mind, popped the cork of the bottle. The telltale scent of blood leaked from the bottle. Arthur poured the red liquid into each glass, swirling it around in his hands. The urge of thirst stained his every thought. Arthur studied Liam's reaction in a curious manner.
"I'm afraid I have other matters to attend to, human. Try not to stay out too late with your new friend," he chuckled softly. Arthur set down one of the glasses, half full of blood, on the nightstand next to Liam's bed.
Have fun, Blir.