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Marcus Bane

"That's a complicated question... Well.. not really.. Simple question, complicated answer. "

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a character in “The Witch and The Witchhunter”, as played by The Professor

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Name:
Marcus Alexander Bane

Age:
32

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Straight

affiliations:
The Cursaders for Christ



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Personality: " God gave up his only son to forgive us of Sin... So why waist an opportunity?"

Marcus is in no way what you would call an ordinary member of the Church. While most Priests would teach others to avoid the Deadly Sins, Marcus treats them almost like a check list. Despite this unholy manner, Marcus still holds firm in his belief in God - Often snapping at someone for using 'the lords name in vain'. He will often speak his mind when no one wishes to hear it, but does still hold restraint towards the feelings of most.

Likes: Smoking, Drinking, Gambling, Honesty, and Faith in Others.

Dislikes: Magic, Yelling, Mondays, Coconut flavoring, Racism.

Fears:
A lack of control or losing control of himself
(Possession)



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History: Abandon on a churches steps as an infant, Marcus was raised in a Catholic Orphanage along with several other discarded children of society. Often picking fights, and even more often winning them, the boy had a knack for trouble that not even the harshest of Nuns could seems to get out of him. For his rebellious behavior and unwillingness to conform, Marcus was kicked out of the Orphanage at the age of 16 - left to watch after and care for himself.

Staying in trouble most of the time, Marcus kept on the move, never staying in one place for very long until he found himself in New Orleans. Just over the age of 21 at the time, Marcus' eye got caught on a rather expensive looking necklace in a New Orleans shop window. In the dark of night the troubled young man broke into the shop, trying to make the necklace his own so he might pawn it off later, only to meet a woman who had him at the end of a shotgun barrel. Trying to dart for the still open shop door, the woman seemed to slam it shut with just a glance... without even moving an inch. In shock an awe, as his eyes became as wide as dinner plates, he stopped dead in his tracks and as he went to ask 'How' the woman shot him dead in the chest.

The police were called and an ambulance arrived to call his time of death and collect the body. Arriving at the hospital with what they thought to be a dead Marcus Bane, Father Thomas Walker came to read the dead young man his Commendation and farewell. Opening the bag body enough to see Marcus face, Father Thomas nearly jumped out of his shocks as Marcus gasped for breath and reached up for the old mans arm.

Having seen the light, Marcus thought himself done for- however a voice told him to go back... that there was work for him to do yet. Still in shock from the young mans sudden revival, Father Thomas didn't bother to remove the young mans hand from his arm till they both caught their breath. That is when he noticed the star-like birthmark on the palm side of his wrist - and how Marcus learned what he truly was to become.

Face Claim:Keanu Reeves

Theme Song

O Death || Jen Titus


O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Well, what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me.
When God is gone, and the Devil takes hold,
Who'll have mercy on your soul.
Well I am death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.
'O, death, someone would pray
'Could you wait to call me another day?'
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach.
I'll fix your feet 'til you can't walk.
I'll lock your jaw 'til you can't talk.
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour come and go with me.
I'm death I come, to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold.
To draw the flesh off of the frame,
Dirt and worm both have a claim.

O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over til another year?

My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head.
My head is warm, my feet are cold
Death is a-movin' upon my soul.
Oh death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see.
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul.
Oh death please consider my age,
Please don't take me at this stage.
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand.
Oh the old, the young, the rich or poor
All alike to me, you know.
No wealth, no land, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

O, Death. O, Death.

So begins...

Marcus Bane's Story

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"Believe," she breathed, with that her head lollied to the side, her grip went limp and her eyes fluttered closed.

"Jacqueline! Jacqueline!" He yelled at her, as she started to loosen her grip and her eyes went shut. He didn't really believe this whole Ghede spirit thing she had been talking about, but had let her continue believing because he didn't see the harm - but now.. He was almost out of time, and he wanted so bad for it to be true. This was beyond him - she had already lost to much blood for her to not need some form of transfusion soon, forgetting the fact he still hadn't been able to STOP the bleeding.


He did all he could do... He would try and believe... not in the spirit, but in her. If she said it was there, it was there. He closed his eyes and gripped her leg tight with both hands...

Please work... Please work... please...

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Bane stayed there next to her all night - only removing his hands from her leg long enough to clean and bind the wound to the best of his ability. Other than that, He sat there on the floor next to her leg all night long with his hands pressed into her thigh - hoping there would be some, ANY, truth to this Ghede Nibo thing.

He never really slept, but his mind would go blank for stretches - as he tried to fight off sleep and continue to focus on 'healing' her. Banes eyes were shut as the days first light began to poor into the living room and Jacqueline began to stir. His head slumped slightly - as he was barely fighting off sleep. He was still damp from the rain which had soaked his clothes, covered in dried on mud, and his hands were still covered in what was left of her dried on blood - which now in the light would appear he had tracked throughout the house as he rushed around the night before trying to help her.

"You know" She whispered causing Marcus' eye to fly open - turning to look at her. "Usually, we would need to 'ave 'ad atleast a first date before you could even touch my knee much less my thigh." She said, her eyes still half liddened by smiling, her face still a bit pale. Banes face slowly turning from surprise to that of joy as she spoke. "But I suppose I can make an exception." She said and reached for his hand. He in turn gave her one of his hands, the other remaining on her leg due to some subconscious fear she might pass out or something if he were to let it go.

"Geez.. such 'strict' rules .. " He says softly while laughing a little under his breath, brushing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand as he felt such a burden lifted off his shoulders. "What are you.. some kind of Christian nut?" Bane says as he finally takes the second hand off her leg and wraps it around her hand - pulling it to his lips so he can kiss it, almost 'thanking' her for still being alive. Looking down at himself, likely for the first time since the whole event he notices how much mud he was covered in, before looking up at all the mud on the couch, floor, and her.

" I ... owe you a new couch and .... carpet... " He say slowly, before laughing softly - resting his head on the couch.

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"Come." She said and with a limp, she led him upstairs. As Marcus stood is became apparent just how fatigued he was. He stumbled a few times as he first got up, and would drag his feet as he followed.

"I'll clean up once I've finished my shower." She told him as they made their way upstairs, she stopped at the top of the stairs, and opened the linen closet, she pulled a few towels. Marcus used the wall for support as he ascended the stairs.


'what is wrong with me... I've Never felt this tired before... not even after staying up for days' he thought as he followed her close behind. 'I feel like I'm the one who lost all the blood...'


"'ere," She handed them to him then made her way to the large room of the left. "Dz'is is my room," She said standing in the doorway. "Let me know if you need anydz'ing." She said, and was about to turn before looking at him again.She walked over, raised to her toes to place a small kiss to his cheek, nearest his lips. "Dz'ank you," She said softly. "For....everdz'ing." She said and disappeared inside of her bedroom, softly closing the door behind her.

He raised his hand to his cheek, already missing her warmth there. She had to put up with so much... how she could manage to do so and then thank him on top of it all he could never understand.

Staggerly Bane made his way down to a bedroom, opening it to reveal a nice sizable room, although a tad under furnished due to the lack of anyone having been using it. Slowly he made his way to the bathroom within, placing the towls down on the sink - he some how tripped over his own foot, landing hard on the bathroom floor. He gripped his leg as he felt a sudden jolt of pain on his thigh.

'Aaagh! What is this!?" He grunted pulling himself up by the sink. His leg felt like it had been stabbed, making it hard to stand on alone without his extreme fatigue. Trying to ignore it he hobbled to the shower - turning it on and crawling inside, clothes and all. He leaned against the shower wall just trying to find the strength to remove his clothes.

Layer by layer he tossed his soaked clothes out onto the bathroom floor, letting the hot was roll down his weary skin. It felt good.. and it gave his muscles a moment to relax.. still tense from sitting in one spot all night. His fatigue did not seem to leave him, but it did give him a moment to clear his head - as if all his worries were going down the drain along with the dirt and grim he had collected from the night before.

Image After some time in the shower, Marcus would make his way out and over to the sink- grabbing the towel he had left there. Whipping the mirror clean of steam he saw his face for the first time in awhile... He looked tired.. not as tired as he felt... but tired none the less.. and if he was not mistaken... did he look happier? After all that he had been through in the past 24 hours, he still seamed to have a small smile even while not thinking about it.

Maybe Jacqueline was good for him... he hadn't really been 'happy' for some time now... or maybe he was just so tired he was going loopy... it was hard to tell.

Drying himself the best he could, Marcus realized all he had to put back on were his muddy wet clothes laying on the floor. He would have to go downstairs to get his duffle bag.. he knew he had at least on change of clothes in that... or so he hoped. He didn't actually bother to make sure he packed clothes, he was just in a hurry to get out of his hotel before someone showed up, not thinking ahead.

Image wrapping the towel around his waist, he slowly made his way out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and into the hallway. With a slight limp he walked down the stares towards the living room where his duffle bag still layed on the floor.

Looking through the duffle bag he sighed to himself. Shirt, socks, another shirt... had he really forgot to grab any other pants? He search would be interrupted as Marcus heard noise coming from the stairway. He grabbed a shirt, it was better then nothing, and stood up to put it on - only to discover Jacqueline already watching him.

" Feel any better? " He asks in a groggy voice, giving her a smile as he pulled the shirt on over his head.

(Edited this one a lot ... so if you've already read it once, read it again. XD)

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She walked over and pressed a hand to his somewhat clammy forehead. "You look tired, You need proper rest." She told him with a reassuring smile. Marcus could only nod slowly - at this point he didn't think he could fight off sleeping much longer, even if she didn't think it was a good idea.

"I'll put your clothes in dze washer, dz'en by dz'e time you get up, dz'ey'll be clean and dry, Oui?" She said and took his hand yet again, this time, her fingers seem to interweave with his. Marcus notices their hands linked together, looking down at her hand in his. He gave her another soft smile as she slowly lead him up to her room. He found it odd... With all the rooms in this house she brought him to her's ... it give him a small smirk.

"'Ow are you feeling?" She asked him. "Besides, tired?" She said and she lead him into her room, she pulled the comforter and bed dressings from the bed, some so that he could get in. "We bo'dz were soaked in rain last night, you may be coming down wit' somedz'ing." She said. Marcus' smile would fade slightly as she asked him how he felt, honestly he didn't want to tell her - thinking it might worry her, but she had asked...

" Other than exhausted? " He says, the groggy voice he had before still prevalent. " I'm alright I suppose... although my leg.. " He says, rubbing his thigh through the towel still wrapped around his waist. " I think I must have bagged it up last night and not noticed during all the um... 'excitement'. " He would sit on the bed, raising a hand to his eyes as he simple shook his head.

" I'm sure it's nothing though.. All I need is some sleep, and I'll be fine.. " Marcus says as he pulls the hands from his eyes, giving her another soft smile.

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"Dz'en lay down." She urged him, gently pushing him down on the bed. Marcus laid down with little to no fight. He looked up at her with a half smile as she gazed down at him. "You need your rest." She told him softly, and he nodded in turn, he agreed he did... but he wanted to fight off sleep to sit here with her for a moment more.

" You still need rest yourself... You lost a lot of blood last night.. you're body still needs time to ... " He yawns. " get that blood back.." Marcus' eyes were becoming heavier as he lay there talking with her.

"I'm sorry for last night." She told him, "All dz'is 'excitment' because I was foolish enough to agure wit' dz'ose men, now you weren't feeling well." She said and looked away.

" No... Don't blame yourself... Those men were the ones to blame, not you.. and they paid for their actions... " He said sitting up slightly, looking into her eyes.

"Did you really mean what you said to me? About how you don't believe as you did about witches and casters?" She asked him. He reached out for her hand as he sat up all the way, trying to hold it as he spoke to her.

"I meant ever word... " He says smiling at her again. " In a single afternoon you managed to make me question... everything I've done in the past 10 years.. in a good way." Marcus laid back down, now with his eyes closed as he went on talking. " .. and I'm better for having met you... "

" Now you answer me this... " He says before yawning again, his eyes opening slightly as he looked at her with a smile. " Do you still wanna 'sleep with me'?" He asked with a smirk.

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"Just like a man, Only every one thing on your mind." She said with a gentle nudge. "Lucky for you, dz'e answer is yes." She said and scooted a bit closer. Marcus gave her a wide smile. He had expected some form of comment on the remind, and she had delivered. He let his eyes close shut again, already starting to drift off.

"Now keep your eyes closed and relax." She said, and placed her hands on either side of his face. "Breath evenly, in through your nose and out through your mouth and let your mind drift." She said, and she too closed her eyes. He compiled, his breathing slowing as be had already began to drift off.

"You will 'ave complete control over the dream, expect me, Well, partial...you'll be able to control what I wear...so try to behave." She said with a small laugh. Even now almost asleep she made his smile, but part of him doubted her When she told him he would have complete control... He rarely went to bed without having enough to drink to not remember going to bed let alone dream.. and there was a reason for that.

Her words would become lost to him as she continued to try and sooth him to sleep - he had already drifted off...




The sound of the water hitting the shore is the first thing Jacqueline would hear as she entered his dream. The smell of the sea air and the mist of the ocean breeze washing over her face would welcome her to what appeared to be a beautiful looking beach, almost like something off the back of a postcard.

As she looked down, she would find herself wearing a simple white sun dress, with a white bikini underneath, standing barefoot in the warm sand.

"Hey, Lady!" She would sudden hear, turning to find a young boy, no older then the age of 10 standing there. "What are you doing here?"

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Image "I am looking for a friend of mine. Do you know someone by dz'e name of Marcus?"She asked sweetly. "I was suppose to meet 'im 'ere."

"My name is Marcus!" Said the little boy excitedly. "I am Jeremy Marcus Williams Bane!" The little boy ran up to Jacqueline, standing just a few feet in front of her now, bouncing a bit as he kept talking. "You aren't looking for me are you?" He asked as he gave her a big smile, revealing two of his front teeth missing. He looked a bit like a young Marcus with a closer examination, the same dark hair, same nose, even the same ears - but his eyes were defiantly more of a hazel then Marcus' honey brown. He wore a simple white T-shirt and white shorts, although they seemed to be covered in sand from where he had likely been playing on the beach.

"I bet you're friends at the Ferry!" He says, taking her hand and beginning to drag her down the sandy shore line. "Come on! Lets go!"

As he dragged her down the beach for a minute, a town would come into view - made mostly from what looked to be bamboo, palm leaves, and drift wood the small town looked almost like what you would expect somewhere stereotypical tropical. The people moving about the sandy streets of the little town seem bright and colorful even from a distance. Another minute or so they would both arrive within the small towns streets and from here it oddly enough seemed familiar.... It looked to be the French Quarter, save made completely from material found in the area. The brightly colored people moving about the streets appear to be in costumes you would find during Carnival in Brazil - moving in shockingly large crowds for the tiny town. The Sounds of Music and chatter fill the city streets as people seem to be in celebration.

"Come on!" Yells the young boy, dragging Jacqueline through the middle of a crowd. As they bumped into people - their white clothes would began to gain the colors of those they bumped into - almost like getting paint rubbed on them without the wet sensation or smell. By the time they made it to the other side of the crowd they both looked like they had tie-dyed clothes on.

"There!" He said, pointing towards a small boat dock a few yards away. "That's were the Ferry comes in at, your friend will probably be here by then!"

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"Docks...Ferryman....Coins...Jeremy, I don' dz'ink we should get on dz'at Ferry." Jacqueline told him. Jeremy frowned again.

"I never get to go on the Ferry.. " He mumbled, somewhat disappointed but clearly having fallen short of his goal of getting on the Ferry before.

"I need to know what your fadz'er's name is." She urged him. "You see, I dz'ink your fadz'er is, dz'e friend I am looking for and if I board dz'e Ferry, I won't ever see 'im again," She told him, after kneeling down to his eye level.

"My dad is Marcus Alexander Bane.." He said matter-a-factly. " and... I can take you to him.. but.. I don't think you wanna go there.." He says, the frown on his face turning to more nervousness then fear. Jeremy looked back towards the town again, apprehensive of what he thought he should do. He would take her hand and lead her back down the towns sandy street, passing through the celebrating people yet again.

The street would seem to become longer and longer as they walk down it, the once tropical appearance shifting to that more of a city side docks, the sun some how setting and leaving behind a clouded night sku, all in the time between a blink. Jeremy would stop and point towards a bar lit up with a neo sign that read 'Worlds Edge' on it.

"He's in there most likely.. you'll have to go without me... I can't go in.. " He says letting go of her hand. In the time she looked towards the bar and back towards Jeremy he was gone...




The bar was ran down on the inside, at one time it had been decorated to be like and Irish pub... but had been ran down and neglected. It remains mostly empty, a few faceless people sitting in the corner with their heads down and a tired looking bar keeper.

Marcus sits at the far end of the bar, with a drink in his hand.. having not noticed Jacqueline enter yet.

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Image Marcus' view would shift up and towards Jacqueline as she sat down beside him. He would offer her a glass of scotch, another already in front of him - indicating his expecting of her arrival.

"I've been looking for you." She told him softly. "Why are you in 'ere?" Marcus nodded, taking a drink off his own glass as she spoke. He does not seem to smile or light up as he had began to ever time he saw her lately outside of the dream, his eyes mostly stay down on his glass, hearing her words - but clearly distracted with his own thoughts.

"Every time I'm here.. and I realize its a dream... this is where I go.. If I hadn't realized it was a dream... I'd be out on the streets with the others.. " He looks up at her, a hint of redness to his eyes. "But as you said... I would know it were.. so... Here I am."

"I made a friend, a very sweet boy, 'e 'elpd find you, even dz'ough 'e really wanted to get on dz'e ferry." She said, her face lighting up a bit as she talked about the boy. Marcus shook his head with an insincere smile, taking yet another drink from his dwindling scotch.

"He always wants to go on the ferry... and I never have the coins..." He says, swirling the ice cubes within his glass around for a moment before placing it back down on the bar. He looks back towards her, as he continues talking. "... and the damnedest thing is... He has the coins... but it's two coins per person... and he always waits for me... Every time I'm here... it's the same story.. " He sighs, leaning back on the bar stool a bit.

"I almost hate this dream the worst.. because every time I have it I have to be reminded that he never got to grow up to be this age.. that... I'm slowly forgetting what he use to look like and instead just keep imagining him as if he had kept on growing up... " His eyes lock on her yet again.

"Where did you wake up anyways?" He asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

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Image Keeping his head down as she handed him the coins, Marcus turned away from her as she talked.

"It is up to you whether you take 'im or not, but He will always wait for you, 'iding in 'ere isn't going to change dz'at." She told him, and looked away toward the door. "I know if I could see my fadz'er again....even in only a dream, I would go." She said softly. "I'd always go.."

"You know what Jacqueline.. " He says slowly. " You are.... oddly predictable. " As Bane turned back to face her- his face would appear to have a shadow pass over it, and it was replaced with that of the sinister Mystery man from the Hotel. Slowly the corners of his face would roll upwards into a twisted grin, looking at the coins in his hands.

" You truly have no idea where you are really, do you girl?" He says, tucking the coins into his pocket as he talks. "I've been watching Bane for years... I've had time to learn a trick or two... and this... is no dream.. This is purgatory." He smirks, standing up from the bar stool.

"Well... Banes purgatory anyways.. and what you just gave me was your ticket to the afterlife.. "

(I'm SOOOOOO sorry I've been away... Its been nuts the last few days. @.@)

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