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Marshall Caroway

What am Ah? Whaddya mean. Ah'm just ya average country boy...okay maybe average ain't the right word...

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Zenia

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Name: Marshall “Marsh” Caroway
Gender: Male
Age: appears to be eighteen
Race: recently turned vampire
Appearance: look at pic, usually has a red flannel over shirt, tint of blue to his skin, also his ears end in a point
Forms: n/a
Main Power: typical vamp powers, he still trying to figure them out
Secondary Power:floating
Personality: kinda chill, wouldn’t want to piss him off though
Fears: fire, drowning, hunters, the man that turned him, small cramped dark spaces.
Weakness:holy items, garlic, stakes, silver.
Occupation: none
Likes: not being bothered, apples, listening to music, floating, frogs, some banjo music
Dislikes: people bugging him, judgment because he is a vampire, obnoxious people.
Equipment: a hunting knife, his music player, a change of clothing, his banjo
Do you have living family members? If so who are they?: none here.
Where are you from?: will not say.
Brief Background: Marshall was born in what many would call the boondocks, catching frogs in his spare time and listening to his dad plick away at the banjo, as his three siblings an older sister and two young brothers played around in the field. He was your typical lazy country boy, piece of straw in his mouth and southern drawl as well. That all changed when he had to run after his scaredy cat of a dog in the middle of a storm into a forest. He called and called for his dog only to find the corpse
the head twisted one eighty degrees. He knew no animal could have done that, if it was a bear there would have been a bite mark somewhere or not much left on the corpse
if there would have been a corpse.

He didn’t even get a chance to react as someone slammed him against a tree, twisting his arms behind his back with one hand before yanking his head back painfully by his hair laying bare his neck. Marshall had struggled, slamming his foot down on the attacker, but to no avail.

He felt a sharp pain in his neck like something had bit him. He had no clue what it was
he had an idea, but he didn’t believe it
after all Vampires were not real
right? He twisted and wriggled to break free only to feel the mouth clamp onto him tighter as his scalp started to hurt from his attempts at escape. His vision darkened as he grew weak and tired, finally giving up.

Next thing they knew was waking up in a small dark place, his eyes though soon adjusted as he realized he was in a coffin! His family had found his corpse in the woods, his death ruled a murder by the recent ‘vampire’ serial killer that mimicked the classic blood draining of a vampire.

He banged and called out hoping someone would let him out! Alas no one did and so he broke through the coffin, the dirt falling on him as he clawed his way up and out, luckily for him it was still night
unluckily for the grave keeper
it was still night. He became Marshalls’ first victim
and unfortunately Marshall killed him, having almost no control on the hunger that consumed him. It did sate him for the moment. The pieces fell into place as he felt a pain in his neck feeling two small holes there and noticing a slight blue tint to his skin
he was a vampire. At that moment he knew that he could not go home. His family thought he was dead, and he knew he was dangerous to them
and so he had the urge to take some dirt from his grave, placing it in a canteen he stole from the grave keepers body. He travelled at night and eventually he wound up here
hoping to make a new start and gain some control on his powers.

Orientation: bi, male lean
Crush: none
Favorite Foods: really anything with apple, though
he seems to be having trouble eating much of anything now.

So begins...

Marshall Caroway's Story

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Marshall was lying down on a bench, looking up at the night sky. His black hair waving by the slight breeze as his eyes soaked in the stars. His tinted blue skin seemed luminescent in the moons glow. His hands currently were strumming on his banjo as he half closed his emerald green eyes.

His foot tapped the air in a beat as his simple strumming became a song his dad played all the time, a grin on his face as he whistled along with it. “Mine Ah wish my sister was here
she’d be playing the harmonica
” he muttered with a sigh as he went back to playing. “Even the stars look differen’ here.” He muttered with a southern drawl to his voice.

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Marshall had his eyes still half open as he saw
somethin’ plummetin’ “What in the world
” he muttered as he saw the plummeting object come
well closer as objects tended to do when plummeting to the ground. “Ah should probably move
” he muttered as he hopped off the bench to get away from the thing.

As he looked up again he thought it looked rather like a human falling from the sky. “In the name of all that is holy, what is goin’ on?!” he cried out, his emerald eyes wide, his mouth agape slightly as two small fangs could be seen. After all Marsh was a vampire, if a newly turned one at that. “Oooh
that is gonna hurt when they land on the ground
if they live
probably should help
” he muttered as he concentrated as he started to float in the air to attempt to help in catching the falling man.

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Marsh sighed as the man crashed into the flowerbed as he floated down landing near it as he knelt down. “That’s gotta hurt, guess I thought to long
” he muttered as he couldn’t help but smile a bit at the pose the man landed in. “’Ey buddy ya alive?” he asked as he poked him gently.

“[i]red hair yellow cape, zis guy like a circus guy?[/I” he thought to himself as he looked at him in concern
and confusion. He saw him move and heard the scream, as Marsh sighed in relief, “Reckon ya are alive
must have hurt though, what were ya doin’ fallin’ outta the sky ya ol’ beanpole?” he asked him with a tilt of his head.

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Marsh stayed balanced on the balls of his feet as he rested his head on his hands, he saw the man rise up as he tilted his head up to get a better look at him. “Fuck me? Now there is that any way ta speak ta a concerned figure?” he asked with a frown. “Didja just get shot outta a cannon? Are ya a clown?” he asked as he saw shimmer as something shimmer, “Now wha is that?” he muttered as it struck the guy on the head as he flinched, “Oh
jeez beanstalk today ain’t ya lucky day
” he muttered as he saw him flop backwards. “Ya still breathin?”

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Marshall looked at him as he saw his face turn around to face him, “A clown, a beanpole
and a beanstalk,” he answered him honestly. “Reckon ya ain’t dead, that is good!” he remarked with a grin. “Ya ain’t a clown, then what is with the bright getup?” he asked, “Iunno, I was just strumming and then poof there ya come falling from the sky.” He muttered.

He picked up the small crown that landed near him, “What is this a costume crown?” he asked with a frown. “I ain’t a scientist, so I don’t rightly know
would have killed the average human though.” He remarked as he saw the man pry himself from the crater.

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Marsh blinked, did something he say upset the man? He saw him lunge at him as he tried to float up, but the panic made it impossible for the poor vampire boy to do so. He felt himself being grabbed as he winced. “Ho now, calm down.” He remarked as he tried to get the hand off of him. “Didn’t know ya claim to be a king
and I said clown, not fool
” he remarked as he closed one eye in pain as he felt the bony fingers around his cold neck, two small holes could be felt on his neck as if he was pierced by a pin twice, as he tried to pry them off. “I ain’t a buffoon!” he scolded him. “Ya look like a child throwing a hissy fit!” he snapped as he held the crown in his hand.

“Aight I will give ya back your crown, just get ya hands off me neck!” he cried out a bit annoyed.

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Marshall shivered as the mans’ face changed and heard his words, “If I can say something
ya don’t look very calm like
in fact ya look a bit crazed
” he muttered, Marshall was never the brightest apple in the bushel, he was too honest for his own good and preferred the simple things in life.

The grip on him was strong! Not like humans at all. “Ya can try makin’ my face turn colors, but I doubt it would work.” He remarked, “I ain’t quite sure about it myself though.” He remarked. “Yep, vampire
recently turned.” He remarked, “I would rather ya not break my windpipe, if that is all the same ta ya.” He remarked.

“How can ya kill me if I am already dead? Like are ya planning to make me a redead or somethin’?” he asked as he had enough. “Al’ight. Let.Me. GO!” he snapped as he drew back his hand and slapped him upside the head, crown still in his hands as he tried to float up. “Or I could just drop ya again. I’d rather not, and I reckon you wouldn’t like fallin’ either. So ifin you please let me go I will give ya back ya crown.”

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Marshall saw the creepy grin as he suppressed a shudder, guy was more evil that a vampire and more crazed than a rabid boar! “I ain’t a parasite!” he snapped, “And stop callin’ me boy Ah have a name!” he snapped.

He heard his
comprise, “I
wouldn’ like that either, and ya’d still break my windpipe if ya did that.” He remarked as he looked at him. “And I’d rather ya not break my body, or gut rippin’ or heart rippin
that’d hurt a lot
” he remarked as he felt his blow hit the mans’ head. He floated up as he looked at him, looking like he was sitting in a slouched position as he looked down at him.

“Ya promise not ta try ta kill me ya beanstalky king?” he asked him. “Cause If ya try it again Imma chuck ya crown in a swamp! I ain’t lying either.” He remarked as he held the crown close to him. “Wouldn’ be any skin off of my nose.”

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Marshall nodded, “Ah suppose it did sting, but ya were tryin’ to break my windpipe, so Ah don’t feel all that bad ‘bout it.” He remarked as he listened to his rant. “Ah would rather not be dead again, it was painful the first time.” He remarked. “Oh ya don’t have a weapon on ya? Well I do, so shush. And that is a common mistake, we can still feel. Least Ah can still new at this whole thing. And I will only give it back if ya promise not ta try ta kill me.” He remarked as he floated down a bit.

Marsh nodded as he heard him, landing on the ground as he held out his crown to him. “Now see, that wasn’ to bad now was it?” he asked with a smile. “Ya try ta hunt me and Ah will float away.” He commented softly. “Now stop throwin’ such a hissy fit, ya are like both my brothers rolled up into one.” He told him.

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Marsh frowned, “Still can kick ya ass.” He snapped, “I ain’t gonna cause I ain’t one for fightin’” he explained to him. “Ya
are a wee bit messed up in the head ain’t ya?” he asked as he heard him laugh. “Ah’d feel bad if Ah broke someones’ windpipes.” He comment, “An’ course Ah speak oddly
Ah am from the south, got that southern drawl goin’ on/” he commented.

“Try dyin’ then ya can talk about death bein’ wonderful ta me.” He remarked. “Oh ya can take me on?” he asked as he crossed his arms. “Ah can stab ya if ya try I guess or punch ya again.” He remarked. “Ah am new at this! Ah have also heard that vampires come in different types.” He remarked. “Ya Ah am a fledglin’” he added as he nodded his head.

He saw him lunge at the crown as it was taken from his hands, causing him to blink, “Ya are a right nut job ain’tcha?” he asked him as he shook his head, “Ya were anything, but calm. Ya were like
like a little kid.”

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Marshall walked into the bar, his red flannel button shirt tied around his waist. Slung over his back was, of course, his banjo. His emerald green eyes scanned the room as his hiking boots clunked on the ground. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, the boy had actually just kind of stumbled into this place after all.

“Looks empty
” he murmured, only spying three others here. He put his hands in his pocket as he walked further in, light casting on his light blue skin and slightly pointed ears. Indicating he was most likely not human. Two small pinpricks could be seen on his neck if one was to observe closely.

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Marshall turned as he looked at the new entry in the fancy pants outfit, letting out a soft whistle. He looked like someone outta an old timey war or something. He kept his eyes on him as he slung his banjo off his shoulder, leaning it against his table before he picked up a menu and started to fiddle with it, for a country boy he seemed to know what he was doing...sorta. He was used to tech, don't get him wrong it was just that he was not used to this tech.

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The sound of a song being strummed on a Banjo could be heard on the banjo as a male voice with a southern drawl started to sing. "Weep for yaself, my man,
Ya'll never be what is in your heart
Weep, little lion man,
Ya're not as brave as ya were at the start
Rate yaself and rake yaself
Take all the courage ya have left
Wasted on fixin' all the problems that you made in your own head." the voice sang out, seeming to come from the top of a tree in the distance.

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Marshall tapped his foot in the rhythm of the song his head swaying from side to side. "But it was not yah fault but mine
And it was yah heart on the line
Ah really fucked it up this time
Didn't Ah, my dear?
Didn't Ah, my dear?" the voice continued to sing happily, and why shouldn't he be happy it was night, he was playing his banjo. He was a guy of simple pleasures. "Tremble for yaself, my man,
Ya know that ya have seen this all before
Tremble, little lion man,
Ya'll never settle any of yah scores
Yah grace is wasted in your face,
Yah boldness stands alone among the wreck
Now learn from yah mother or else spend yah days bitin' yah own neck."

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Marshall blinked as he heard, well thought he heard, voices. Stopping the notes of his banjo as he slung it on his back. He looked around, then down as he saw two folk down below. "Howdy! What are yall whisperin' about, darlins?" he asked. Yep definitely a southern boy as he hung upside down, his pale belly exposed a bit as he looked at them with his emerald eyes.

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Marshall blinked, "Vacuums? Ya'll talkin' bout vacuums out here in the forest? And ya I heard ya'll got fox like hearin'," he explained as he hopped down from the tree after they introduced themselves getting real close to them. "Names Marshall Caroway, some call me Marsh. Pleasure to meet ya'll darlins."

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Marshall blinked, "Nah Ah meant Ah heard voices, banjo was still makin' noises so it was muddled a bit." he explained to them. "Din't hear the particulars and such." he added. His red Flannel shirt tied around his waist. "Ain't a problem, just makes him a bit of a character." he said as he took a step closer. "So what are ya'll doin' out here sides talkin' bout vacuums?" he asked.

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Marshall nodded, "Sorry for confusin' ya darlin'" he remarked with a grin as he took a half step closer looked them in the eye at the mention of them not being siblings. "Ya'll could have fooled me!" he proclaimed with a laugh. "Yeah the forest is a good ol' place to relax." he remarked as he shifted the canteen slung on him a bit careful that none of the contents spilled out.

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Marshall blinked at that, "Ah don't have fox eyes only ears." he teased, "Why?" he asked with a tilt of his head staying where he was as he shifted his banjo a bit. "Ah ain't touchin' or hurtin' anyone am Ah?" he asked as he laughed, for a moment looking like he was gonna reach out and grab Terra.

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Marshall blinked, "A told ya my name, what are ya afraid of?" he asked as he saw him pull her out of range causing him to blink. "Well if ya are gonna do that, ya might wanna pull the bug off of her shoulder as well sweetheart." he explained.