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Mark Twelves

Pretty laid back, nothing get me down.

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a character in “Twisted Ragtime”, as played by Smokescreen


Name: Mark Twelves
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Nationality: American - Born English

Psychological Profile: Narcissism first and foremost, Mark is great. Is he the best person ever? If not he’s in the top five. He once killed a spider with a Nerf dart, have you? Other than that; a smattering of abandonment issues and severe hatred for his mother.

Brief History: Pretty decent childhood, lots of gifts not so much love. He played lacrosse for Vanderbilt where he was studying Medieval Architecture for a pretentious Art History degree when a chance encounter with a girl changed his life. The day was clear outside; sun shining like a commercial about doing laundry and he sees this car creeping towards the open parking space in front of him. A girl was driving, some kind of Asian from which Mark was intrigued. He went through his yellow fever phase at sixteen but goddamn if they still didn't peak his interest. She backed up, over corrected then pulled forward scraping his car (a leased Nissan Maxima) for what seemed like a comically long time. He remembered the look of determination on her face how she didn’t give a shit who was in her way - she was parking that car. He was stunned and what was worse she yelled at him when they were out of their cars. She seemed irrational, but she was cute and he asked her for drinks, drinks turned into dating and dating turned into marriage around a year later. His mother was less than supportive, dismayed that her "only son have caramel babies." Needless to say she was not invited to the wedding.

For their honeymoon they spun a globe and her finger landed on Bali. He had thought her finger looked more like it was on Borneo but she was pretty adamant that it was Bali; so off they went. The trip took around thirty seven hours, from L.A. to Tokyo, to Djakarta then a shit plane to Denpasar. A twenty minute drive took them to their bungalow which was nice but far from palatial. The best he could figure, he got sick off of oysters. But it was bad, coming out both ends bad but she was there, his Grace. She held his hand and sang to him even though he must've looked like an addict coming off of horse. He got better, felt like an asshole for wasting two days so they decided to plan an excursion. Mark wanted to snorkel, get on a catamaran, drink some strong tropical drinks and trick his wife into sneaky handburger helper but she wanted to para-sail. Something that Mark was not pleased about as summed up in an email to his brother;

If you've never been it’s awful. The harness is right on your junk and every wave the boat hits makes the rope jostle and sends what feels like a small fist suckerpunching you in the downtown. Grace loved it, even went a little wild and as she says "accidentally" lost her top. I didn’t like the way the rope handler was gawking at her and I damn sure didn’t like what he said to the driver. Now I don’t speak Indonesian but I can infer what it was so I hit him in dickholder.

Mark spent nineteen hours in jail until he realized he could just bribe his way to freedom. It wasn't a bad experience; he learned how to play mahjong and even got a tattoo for a local gang called Lepu. Overall the trip was good, Grace was an angel and made him very happy. When they got home there was something missing, they enjoyed their time together but some kind of spice needed to be added to their relationship. What he remembered most was the man's eyes, shocked wide; pupils fully dilated he assumed that was what fear looked like. What Mark didn't count on how much he enjoyed it, the power to hold a person's life in your hands and at whim; snatch it from them. After the act was done Grace was flecked with blood and looked more beautiful than he had ever saw her; surely is was not possible to love someone as much as Mark loved his wife at that moment.

So begins...

Mark Twelves's Story