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Name: Marcus Samwell
Age: 25
Gender: Male
I was: Makatiel,The General of Fire and Commander of the Southern Front.
My wings were: doubly paired,and of the fairest white,but tinted with red through out. As soft as a lover's kiss to touch,but hard,and sharp as the best mortal metals in combat. {Describe them a little}
Personality: Marcus is a strong,very cold and logical person. He views everything in terms of gain and loss,reward and consequence. Too him,the ends justifies the means and if one's fate is to go,then so be it,as long as it isn't his time.
He is controlled to the extreme,not even letting a petty thing like a sneeze,or a cough out without first weighing the potential cost. He believes everyone should look out for themselves and should expect very little of others for his life has been nothing,but hardship,and he has pulled through,so why can't others.
Maybe when it all boils down too it,he was simply hurt too much and has withdrawn so that no one else can hurt him and is waiting for someone to awaken him once more.
Bio: Marcus had the rotten luck of being born the unwanted bastard child of his Mother,Charice Vadrum,who kept him in her abusive hand for nearly 15 years of his life. She wanted nothing more than to milk his wealthy Father of any,and everything she could.
He suffered indignities and abuse at her,and her frequently changing boyfriends' hands for far longer than most could endure,but endure he did,for all those long years,learning to simply crawl inside himself and ignore the pain and hardships of everyday life.
One day it seemed God had finally answered his prayers,his house caught fire,the blaze had started with his Mother's room and she and her newest man had been the first to be caught in the inferno before Marcus had the chance to get out of the house before it went up. Shortly afterwards,as he made his way aimlessly down the street,a nice,sleek black Corvette pulled alongside him. A man leaned out of the rolled down window and smiled warmly at him.
"Hello Son.",the man said,beckoning him to get in the car.
After finding the man was truly his Father,he also found that he was an influential man in New York,who ran with a less than legal crowd.
I: Can fight. My Father wanted me to be his top enforcer,and as such I have been trained for the past decade in a variety of hand-to-hand styles,as well as with knives and handguns.
Extra:This time around has been rough for "Makatiel". He is plagued not only by the horrors of his childhood,but also frequent flashes of his former lives. In order to deal with this he has taken much pains to detach himself from emotion as possible,and when that doesn't help he then turns to alcohol and cigarettes.
In all reality,he has never truly been wanted for anything but his use,his Mother used him to bleed money from his Father and his Father wants him to simply be a trusted employee,and all he wants is someone to finally want him for him,and not what they can take from him.
How The Angel died...:
"You shall not have them!",came Makatiel's roar across the wintry winds.
He turned to the pair of children behind him and waved his free hand,motioning for them to run while they had the chance,before turning back to the foe that stood before him.Blood ran from multiple cuts and scrapes along his arms and face,but nothing too major had been scored,but the wounds were adding up and he knew he didn't have much time,and the snow locale was not going to work in his favor.
The Shadeling before him grinned maniacally and licked it's lips as it watched the children flee,despite being in a human form,Makatiel could still feel the evil radiating from the creature like a palpable thing.
"I shall have them soon enough,you're already weakening Angel,perhaps you should simply let me pass and we can go our separate ways,then you can heal and I can feed,we both win.",it said in a dark voice.
Makatiel shook his head,his white hair whipping in the wind,his blue eyes hardening like the ice covering the pond nearby by.
"You shall die here fiend.",he said as he raised his sword,and with a burst of his wings he dashed at the beast before him.
Back and forth the pair fought,for mere minutes or hours Makatiel could not tell,he only knew that the cold and blood loss was rapidly weakening him and he couldn't last much longer. The endless clanging of steel on steel and the beautiful,deadly dance the pair stepped would have been mesmerizing if not for the roars if pain and rage,or the fury and hatred in their eyes.
At one point something caught Makatiel's eye,he focused on it and realized the children had not run,they had stayed behind in the worries for him and watched,hidden as they were,at the battle that he was in with their pursuer.This distraction was all his foe needed,taking the opportunity the Shadeling rushed forward and rammed his blade through a weak point in Makatiel's armor,burying the blade to the hilt into his ribs,but the Shadeling had made one mistake,he had pushed the two of them too close to the pond's edge and as he rushed forth the pair fell into the icy waters and began sink as the beast grabbed Makatiel,trying to drown him as he bled out.
Makatiel though only of saving the children and defeating his foe,and so locked his hands around his enemy's throat,his deep blue eyes began glowing a brilliant red,and the water around him began to boil as he pulled the creature forward,and with his remaining power sent everything into his hands. There was a burst of light as every last bit of heat Makatiel could muster flashed into his foe's neck,fusing it's windpipe shut and charring it's torso.
Unable to muster the strength to swim Makatiel could only watch as he slowly floated back towards the surface,but the cold reality set upon him that he wouldn't make it. Even so he smiled,for he had saved the children and slain his foe,and as the darkness settled in his vision and the air began to leave his lungs he whispered a prayer of thanks to The Lord for having granted him victory.
The older of the children came out of hiding after a short time and retrieved Makatiel's holy sword and cradled it too her chest.
"Thank you Holy One,I'll keep this safe until you come back to claim it."
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