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Marchosias Sebastien Camille

"Just call me Marcho."

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a character in “I Command Thee”, as played by Gladis

Description

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Basics


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Name:
Marchosias Sebastien Camille

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Role:
Extra Character

Family:
Unknown




Personal


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Personality:
You know the sort of character that is always there on the sidelines, usually there for the soul reason of messing up for comic relief? Well, Marcho is somewhat like that. Taking the sidekick role, he is never found too far away from Domicel, unless he was asked to. He is an airhead and clumsy, though still tries his hardest to meet Domicel's expectations- even if he most of the time fails. Some would argue this is because Marcho is afraid of being left alone and Domicel is one of the few to have ever truly acknowledged him. The true reason as to why Marcho sticks to Domicel is however unknown. Other than this, he could be described as hyperactive, clueless and helpful. He usually helps out whenever he can and you will rarely every see him without a smile on his lips. This, however, also makes him gullible and rather easy to trick. Marcho is somewhat of a scaredy-cat, though not often regarding the typical things which would usually scare a person. He may sometimes also seem somewhat clingy, this probably also being due to the fact that he is afraid of being left alone. Despite his innocent nature, Marcho does have his moments when he turns serious... and he is exceedingly loyal towards Domicel.


Sexuality:

Pansexual


Likes:
Dislikes:
Equipment and Abilities:
Olivie - He constantly carries it around, although it is unknown if the so called 'grimoire' actually does anything.
His Good Luck Carm - Although it is red. Another thing he constantly carries with him.
Other than that, Marchosias appears to be completely normal human, without any special abilities whatsoever. Well, perhaps I wouldn't call him completely normal, but I think you know what I mean.

Biographic History:
Will be updated later.



Appearance


ImageHair Color:
Red

Eye Color:
Red


Weight:

43 kg


Hight:
159 cm

Brief Appearance Description:
Marcho is stands rather short, being only about 159 cm tall. Accompanied by his scrawny figure, he looks typically weak. Although he isn't actually as frail as he appears, he isn't particularly physically strong either, however. His complexion is rather pale, but he does have a slight tan to it, which become particularly noticeable in the summers. What is most worth mentioning regarding Marcho's appearance, however, is his fiery red hair and matching eyes. They are what make him stand out, which isn't really always for the best. He has a slight overbite, but it often goes unnoticed and he doesn't seem to care much about it either. Usually, he wears slightly neater, dark clothing with a white shirt beneath it.

So begins...

Marchosias Sebastien Camille's Story

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#, as written by Gladis
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The streets of the little neighborhood at the outskirt of Tokyo were quiet, and almost eerily so. Now and then a lone dog barking in the distance could be heard, or group of kids who were up to no good talking to each other and laughing. Yet these were few and far between, just like the cars passing by, casting a momentary light over the otherwise dark street.

Seated against the wall of a tall building in an alleyway was a jersey wearing young man, his long bangs casting a shadow over his jade green eyes, making them unidentifiable to anyone passing by, if that were even to happen at this hour and in this location. They did their job of hiding the tears spilling onto his cheeks well, however, so Dominic had little reason to complain. With the back of his filthy hand he wiped them, muttering inaudible something to himself before wrapping his fingers tightly around the neck of the spirit bottle next to him.

"Damn this all," he whispered bitterly, tightening his grip of the bottle, lifting it up slightly to gaze into it. There was barely any alchohol left. He grimaced, and then suddenly he froze. There was the sound of a movement somewhere nearby. His heart lurched and his eyes widened as he pressed himself against the ally wall, hoping to go unnoticed to whomever might be there. Soon enough, however, he dark shadow flitted out from behind a container, revealing itself to be a stray cat. Dominic sighed, relaxing slightly as he pulled his knees close to his chest and shut his eyes, shivering with cold.

I don't want to do this anymore,
Dominic thought to himself, gritting his teeth and holding his head tightly between his palms. His whole being was shaking as silent sobs escaped his lips. I don't want to, I don't want to...please...someone, let me die. Let me die... "I can't stand this any longer. I don't want to, I don't want to..." his whisper was shaky and his voice thick with emotion. More tears rolled down his cheek and again, he tried to wipe them. They trickled down his wrist, mingling with the blood running from his self inflicted wounds.

He had already relinquished all hope that anything would ever change, and long since had Dominic turned his back on God. He knew he would never be able to break this evil circle had been forced into by himself- so what reason was there for him to live? All he had ever wanted was to feel true happiness, but every time, just as he thought he had it... it slipped away from him. Almost like it had never been there in the first place. If life granted him nothing but pain and suffering, what reason would there be for him to struggle? If he had nothing left to hold on to, why not just let it all go? Even Dominic realized there was no reason behind the choice of continuing to force yourself thorough a never ending maze of agony. For him, there was no hope.

"I just want it all to end," Dominic stared at his bloodied hands for quite a while before shaking his head and curling up tighter, shutting his eyes. I don't want to do this anymore...

Somewhere over in the distance, the sun lazily began to rise over the horizon, casting out all of the looming shadows and bathing the world in a glorious, luminous light. Morning was upon Tokyo.

Little did Dominic- or any of the other few individuals selected by fate; realize what was lurking deep within these shadows- or what was to come.

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Character Portrait: Marchosias Sebastien Camille Character Portrait: Eris Storm Character Portrait: Belial Character Portrait: Taylor Nowell Character Portrait: Kage Character Portrait: Xerxes Vesallius Character Portrait: Dromicel Character Portrait: Yoru Akuma Character Portrait: Rin Kurosawa Character Portrait: Shiranui Character Portrait: Akane Tachibana Character Portrait: Kanami Ohmiya Character Portrait: Domenic Rintarou Character Portrait: Naoko Character Portrait: Asmodae Character Portrait: Arya Lerwick Character Portrait: Suki Takahashi
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Drip, drip, drip... The sounds of the IV echoed through the lonely hospital room. A girl with long white hair stared softly at the IV drip, watching the contents go through the tube and through the needle in the crease of her arm. A sigh escaped from the young woman. She glanced up at the ceiling. Thoughts spread across her mind as she did.

'Tomorrow will be the day... won't it? I'll die tomorrow...' The girl frowned. Death couldn't come sooner enough. She had been ready to die since she turned 16. No one in the world would miss her so why should she care? Her parents sure as hell didn't. Neither did her sister... The girl stared out of the window. The sun was already starting to rise... She hated mornings. They just served as a reminder that the world would continue on without her and it bothered her a lot.

"Miss Tachibana? I've brought some breakfast..." One of the nurses chirped as she opened the door and placed the food on the girl's bed. She stared up at the nurse and nodded.

"Thank you..." The nurse sniffled a bit and tears were leaking out.

"Forgive me, Miss Akane, but... It's just too sad that you have to die tomorrow..."

Painful...? Akane frowned a bit, to the nurse took it to mean that Akane was agreeing with her, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Akane was secretly angry at the nurse for saying such a thing. She was going to miss her? What a bunch of lies... She would never be missed and she knew it. Her parents wouldn't miss her. All they would miss was the time they wasted pretending to care about her. Akane then gave the nurse a small smile.

"Please, don't cry for me. I've accepted that I was going to die. I'm not looking forward to it but I've accepted it and I'm not afraid."

Part of that statement was false. Akane was ecstatic for her death. No one would miss her and she wouldn't miss anyone so she just wanted to die and get it over with. The nurse bowed and walked out of the room, obviously still upset. Akane sighed as she was relieved to be away from the ignorant woman. Staring at the meal in front of her, she saw tea and some form of cereal. She took a few bites of the cereal before drinking the tea. She never did eat much anymore. She then looked around the hospital room.

'God... I hate you for torturing me like this... Why couldn't I just die today and get it over with?'

Unknown to Akane, seven other individuals were thinking the exact same thing. And unknown to all of them, they were all being watched by mysterious figures; figures that would change their destiny, for better or for worse...

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Quietly he stood by the reading table, looking down at the text of a book as he stood and adjusting his suit vest that he wore under his school uniform jacket. He wore it so that it would hold everything together much better and it always kept him standing more straight. But no matter how hard he tried, his bangs would never slit back along with the rest of his hair, so he learned to just work with it. That morning he woke up a little too early, so he was stuck reading the Olivie, he was nearly done with when Kuroneko reminded him what time it had turned into. He always did find the book a bit ridiculous and a drag to carry around, but it was something his friend admired, so he accepted it and read it from time to time, even though he knew the book from front to back and side to side. The book even had the smell of old leather, it was kind of nice.

Moow Kuro started to roll around the bed, getting impatient and grumpily walked over to Dromicel and jumping onto his shoulder.

Good morning Mister Grumpy-gills." Dromicel chuckled, rubbing his finger under the cat's chin. The cat was the size of a kitten, he wasn't sure if it was one or just a runt.

Taking Kuroneko off his shoulder, he placed him down in Marchosias's sleeping arms. He was never good with pets, guess you can consider this to be a flaw of his. Even though they loved him and always seemed to enjoy his company, he never could know what to do with them, he would always seem to make it awkward. Kuroneko, Camille's cat, was one animal that loved Dromicel. He always found his way to be near him or sit on his shoulders. Everytime he would sense Dromicel near by he would head towards him with no problem at all.

Brushing his shoulder off as he walked over to the mini fridge pulling out some water and placing it on the nightstand near the beds. Oh yes, they were considered roommates now at the school dorms. It was a good place and unexpected for them.


"Camille.." Dromicel whispered inside his friends ear. "Wake up or I'll have to kiss you." Pushing Camille's hair back out of his face, Dromicel pulled his cheeks, chuckling. "Feed your animal, it keeps whining."

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#, as written by Gladis
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"Very well... I'll give you your name. From now on you are Setsumi Hideaki."

Shiranui gave a slight nod of her head, her expression remaining unchanged. She had carried many names in the past, and truly, did not care what it was her masters called her. Some masters had found it in their amusement to give her humiliating and embarrassing names, others had taken the naming seriously. Yet another had given her the first name they could think of. Either way, Shiranui didn't mind. She never had before, and she probably never would. As long as she could keep her true name to herself and herself only, the demoness was content.

She waited patiently for her mistress to speak, still remaining completely silent and mostly unmoving. Her eyes she kept trained on her mistress, meeting her somewhat cold gaze with one devoid of emotion, yet silent she remained.

"Setsumi, before my life without illness begins, I'd like to know the terms of this contract. How far can I order you around? Will you do absolutely anything I say? If not, address any limits here and now so I won't forget."

No demon would be stupid enough to voice what it was the masters had to think of themselves. Not any demon in their right mind and not Shiranui either. "... I am completely at your service, yet what that means in itself is completely up to you. It is you who must voice the terms of this contract, not I. All that stands certain for now is that when the contract ends in three years, your soul will be mine to consume." she replied blankly.

Setsuna had to admit that she was slightly surprised by the girls change in attitude, though she did not let this show either. Perhaps... this would become more interesting than she had initially thought. Well, one could always hope, no?

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"Camille.."

Marchosias was comfortably snuggled in his covers, the only parts of his body peaking out being his left foot and the tousled chunk of red attached to his scalp, also called hair. He was usually quite the early riser and would often be up long before even Domicel. Yesterday, however, he had been up usually late, thus leading to his sleeping in today. Well, it probably didn't matter too much, considering it was weekend now and he could perhaps effort to slack off...a little.

The only sign of life Marcho showed when his last name was called was a soft groan before he pulled himself further under the cover, trying to obscure himself completely from Domicel's view. If he was doing it consciously was unclear, though he certainly did seem to be fast asleep. That is, until Domicel pushed away the covers from Marcho's head and whispered into his ear.

"Wake up or I'll have to kiss you."

Marcho's eyes snapped open and he shoot up into a sitting position, instantly moving a few inches away from the taller male. "D-don't say something so i-indecent, mister Domicel!" he stuttered out, his accent heavily influenced by his native language; French. His cheeks flashed bright red for a moment as he glanced down half nervously before yawning and rubbing his eyes tiredly. His cheeks felt weird... almost as though someone had pulled them. While rubbing them thoughtfully, he watched Kuroneko climb onto his lap and look at him expectantly.

"Feed your animal, it keeps whining."


"I will, I will..." Marcho said, waving his hand dismissively as he gently scratched the kitten behind her ear. The redheaded student had found Kuroneko in a gutter not too long ago, and taking pity on her, he had decided to take her home. Ever since the kitten had remained with him and Dromicel (more or less in secret, since animals weren't allowed at the dorms). The name Marcho had given her came from a typical Marcho chain of thought- she's a black cat and I found her in Japan; I'll name her Kuroneko. Perhaps it was pretty unimaginative, but Marcho liked it.

He picked her up and then walked over to his dresser, where he also kept her food. Taking it out, Marcho placed her down on the floor before getting her bowl. Yawning again, he filled it for her. "There you go, Kuroneko!" he said with a wide grin as he watched the kitten eat. "Awwww... so cute," he mumbled, his eyes sparkling.

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Akane felt a small smile creep up on her face. That answer had pleased her greatly. She was granted this power and was only limited by how far she was willing to go. The very thought made her excited. With the plans that she had in her mind, she would need her parents out of the way. And she was determined to make their lives hell.

"Setsuna... I have a plan for you. I'll tell you what it is after I get out of this dimension. It's time I got back my life wasted on a pathetic illness..."

Akane stared at Setsuna. If Akane's mind wasn't pre-occupied with revenge, she would've gone out of her way to say that she would probably view Setsuna as a friend in different circumstances. However, she was burned too badly by the world around her and the only thing getting in the way of three years of happiness was the potential problem of her parents. She refused to let her mind wander from the path of revenge and only when that revenge was satiated would she be free to happily live out her life.

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Naoto woke up slowly from a good night's sleep. She stood up and stretched, getting dressed before making her way for breakfast. Naoto lived alone in an apartment but she was okay with it. Turning on the TV, she mindlessly watched the news, wondering how Marcho and Domicel were doing.