Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2012 2:46:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #1f4579 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] At the end of the day you're another day colder FULL NAME: Marius Pontmercy NICKNAMES: N/a HERITAGE: French AGE: Nineteen GROUP: ABC Member CANON: Yes PLAYBY: Eddie Redmayne ----- PERSONALITY: All who know him will agree, Marius is a young man full of passion. He has few things that matter more to him than his opinions. When he cares about something, nothing can come between Marius and the idea. He values respect and care for everyone. His ideas are large and fueled by the world around him. His passion extends onto those he cares about as well. Marius is a loyal friend as long as the person upon whom his loyalty is bestowed remains faithful to him in return. His passion works both in the positive and negative directions. He does not take well to betrayal, and his passion is easily ignited against those who wrong him or those he loves. His passion makes him a valuable member to any cause. He will go to whatever means necessary to honor and pursue the things that ignite him. Marius thrives on the things that set his fire to ablaze. That being said, he suffers from a severely one track mind. Marius means no ill by it, but he is a man easily overcome. He can only truly dedicate his energy to one thing at a time. He has often upset people due to how oblivious he can be. Marius is rarely malicious intentionally. His ignorance to the needs of others is caused by his tendency toward obsession. His passions overcome him, and he becomes no better than a horse with blinders on. He is likely to trample those that stand by his path without realizing it. Despite this, he has a good heart that regrets and seeks forgiveness when his focus causes issues such as these. This attribute is not aided by his naive nature. The young man is only nineteen. His time in school has gotten rid of some of this along with his association with the ABC. He remains mostly innocent and oblivious to anything involved with love. He is just learning what it is to care deeply for a woman which both scares and excites him. Marius hides his innocence behind his kind smile and warm hearted laugh. He does catch flak from his friends for it from time to time. This aspect of Marius is quickly changing with the introduction of Cosette and the nearing revolution in his life. His intelligence is another quality that is both a blessing and a curse. Marius is amazingly book smart. He excels in his studies and takes joy in them. He is a quick reader and ever diligent. He sometimes appears as a know-it-all due to his vast expanse of book knowledge. What is has in book smarts he lacks in most other departments. His street smarts, although improving, leave much to be desired. He has taken to carrying nothing on his person of value…as he has lost almost all the things he values. He isn’t entirely oblivious to everything always, but he just tends to get easily distracted and lured into things that he finds intriguing. APPEARANCE: Marius has managed to maintain his appearance as an upstanding member of society despite his recent finacial struggles. His body is mostly free of scaring and damage. The majority of his nineteen year were spent in comfort and safety. As of late, however, Marius has grown a bit rough around the edges. His fingernails are no longer clean and his reddish-blonde locks are often left to their own devices. He dresses to his place in school and takes pride in that aspect of his appearance. He is not one to fuss over looking immaculate, but some of his cleanliness is just the result of his years with his grandfather. He has never thought himself an exceptionally attractive man, but he also does not believe himself ugly. Appearaance has never really been an issue for Marius as his concerns are focused on the people and the needs of France rather than his own appearance. That all being said, Marius does appear to be quite comely in the eyes of others. He keeps his hair a bit lnger on the top than on the sides. It would take some cruel twist of fate to get him to grow his hair any longer as he detests it touching even the back of his neck. His lips are perhaps a bit too large but they suit him well. They help speak the words he requires. Other than that he has not had much use for them as of yet. His face is littered with freckles that shamelessly dot about his pale skin. His eyes are bright and lively with their hazel hue. He sports a square jaw and high cheek bones. His nose still boasts being straight as he has avoided having it broken in any sort of useless boyhood scuffle. GOALS: Marius strives to bring all things good and right to the people of France. His ideals are large and immature in the eyes of some, but they are what drive the majority of his actions. He seeks to thrive off of the newfound happiness of the people as a whole. Marius yearns to rid the people of their cruelly over-lorded lives. This is evidenced to his continued pursuit of his law education while he seeks to help the people through the ABC as well. Marius’ other goals are rather sudden and strange. He lets the moment move him and finds himself easily filled with one focus or another. HISTORY: Marius’ life has been littered with secrecy and lies- from everyone but him. Marius spent the majority of his life in the care of his grandfather. He was told that his father had chosen to ignore his son. That being said, Marius was instructed to write to his father every month just to try and maintain some sort of contact. He never once received a reply. Well, replies were sent, but they never made it to the son they were intended for. Marius’ grandfather kept them from him…along with the truth. You see, a scheme had been hatched in order to protect the growing boy. With his name came inheritance, but his father’s life choices put him in a dangerous place. If his father were to have contact with him, Marius would lose all rights to his inheritance. So, his father left from his life under his grandfather’s urgings. Years went by and Marius quickly grew to hate his distanced father. He was ever so grateful for his grandfather for raising him…until he discovered the truth. Those pesky replies were locked away in Marius’ grandfather’s lock box. One evening, Marius was retrieving something for the old man and came across the letters. One letter in particular changed his view of everything. Marius discovered a letter addressed to himself detailing that he should seek out and repay Thenardier as the man saved his life in battle. He quickly found the rest of the letters that had been hidden over the years. Enraged, Marius took up the issue with his grandfather. Fueled by his anger and emboldened by his newfound truth, Marius resolved to strike out on his own and right the wrongs of several years of betrayal. During all of this, Marius was a student of law. He had always been passionate about politics, but his personal circumstances only added fuel to the fire. He soon fell in with a crowd that called themselves Friends of the ABC. There was talk of revolution and change. His passion grew as his own standing in life seemed to decline along with his finances. This was not helped by the debt he was in the process of repaying to Thenardier. Marius was never exactly thrilled at the violent approach, but as things grew worse for the common man, he was beginning to grow in support for that option. He grew closer with his friends and closer to the cause. He currently is still indecisive about which choice is best for the ABC, but the men about him urge for revolution. If he had it his way, he’d choose a more legislative approach. Time for paperwork was running short as the small folk were dying in the street with no defense from the government. To make this more difficult for him, Marius happened upon a beautiful women one afternoon as the ABC was at their rabblerousing. His thoughts have only been of her since their eyes met, but he has yet to discover enough about her to further his pursuit. His mind is clouded by his various loyalties and passions along with the brewing revolution and the smallest matter on his mind: his education. ----- ALIAS: Erin AGE: Twenty-one GENDER: Female OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A HOW DID YOU FIND US: Caution 2.0 ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: The evening was beginning to wash over District 6 like the spilled can of paint that had covered Cimarron’s left pant leg. Her exhaustion was becoming evident. Her work was suffering for it. She was surrounded by a whirlwind of twisted metal, tires, and chains. To many it would seem a nightmare, but to Cimarron, this was paradise. Well, as close as she could get to it nowadays. Sweat beaded at her brow just as it did on the rest of her body. A fire burned to her right. Shards of metal were stuck into it here and there. It was her makeshift forge. It heated the room despite the cold outside. Various other instruments were strewn about the space. She had made her workshop out of an abandoned shack at the end of an alley. She rarely returned to her ruin of a home since her father disappeared. She had never coped with it, and now was not the time for her to begin. She managed to gather the courage to go take a few things every so often to keep her half-ass business running. A greasy hand wiped the sweat from her brow and left a smudge. A large sigh was released from her body as she let her tools drop to the ground. A soft whistle perked her attention up in an instant. Her eyes shot to the window, and in just a few moments she was on her feet. The messy girl tumbled to the window. She was clad in her working coveralls. They may at one point have been a shade of tan, but they were now covered with snags, stains, tears, and that new paint stain from earlier today. The zipper in the front was unzipped to about her belly button revealing her rusty red tank beneath. Her hair was wispy and stringy from a hard day’s work. The majority of her hair was pulled up into a messy bun while several strands hung about doing their own things. About her neck hung a unique piece of metal. It was not like anything anyone would have seen before. She made it herself. It was made of scrap metal from her various projects. She placed her lips to the end of it and blew a sweet, short tune. Then, she waited. She leaned her elbow on the window sill and rested her chin atop her hand. Taking a deep breath, Cimarron watched as her breath was stream in the darkening night. Soon the smells of the alley began to reach her upon a gentle breeze. The bakery. Warm bread. Then, the smell of roasting squirrel. Cimarron breathed in the scents longingly. She ate through that breath. Her stomach immediately began to gurgle and groan. A hand began to rub her displeased stomach. “There, there little one. All good things in time.” Cimarron was always one to talk to herself. It began early with those long nights in the shop, and it has only continued into her endless days of mainly solitude. She often even talked to her bikes. She treated each like an individual. She took great pride in her work. No one was around to hear…why not! Then, he landed. A sweet little thing of a bird gently took up residence on the broken window’s ledge. It tweeted back her tune and shook out its feather before her. Then, it hopped up to her shoulder and began to peck. “Hey there wheels.” She gave it a kind touch from the top of it’s head down to it’s tail. She revealed a small breadcrumb from her pocket. Wheels quickly flapped to her hand and snipped the piece up. Then, came a shrill chirp. That could only mean one thing! Cimarron’s eyes lit up. Wheels jolted back and flapped angrily as she bolted toward the door. He was close! Cimarron’s tired body mustered the strength to run quick enough to get her out into chill air. It hit her like a shock, but she drank in the chill. Eager eyes looked about as Wheel perked atop her shoulder once more. The bird took off. Cimarron followed without a second thought. She trusted her little sidekick since the day they came to be together thanks to Paxton. There was a shadow. The smell of the bakery grew stronger. It had to be him! It just had to. Wheels flitted past the shadow and found himself a perk. That just had to be him! She bounded around the corner and pounced at the shadow. She forgot how dirty she was. She forgot how sweaty and smelly. She forgot everything. Maybe he didn’t care for her all that much…but he was the only family she had, and her only friend for that matter. A huge smile had taken over her features and that infectious giggle of her brought the cool silence of the early evening air. She was determined to hold him tight until he asked otherwise. Her sleepy self wanted a proper hug. And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill |
