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Lash, Marcus; The Bloody Whip
Topic Started: Jun 1 2007, 07:50 PM (213 Views)
The Bloody Whip
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Name/Alias: J
Age: 17
Contact: disciple.of.inari@gmail.com
Other Characters: n/a

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.__[size=1]General Info[/size]__.
Full Name: Marcus Lash
Pirate Name: “The Bloody Whip”
Pirate Name Explanation: Ah, a man that carried the name of the more unusual kind, The Bloody Whip. However some may wonder how this name came to be, well the most obvious feature would be the whip he tends to carry at his side. Even in this age of blades and guns he still choose a whip as one of his personal effects. Whipping his opponents back raw till they bleed, with the length of leather soaked with the stuff. His enemies and allies alike have given him the name “The Bloody Whip” on this alone for he seems to be the only man to use one in this day and age.
Age: 17
Gender: Male

.__[size=1]Appearance[/size]__.
Overall Appearance: If you were to look upon him, one would merely wonder where could he have possibly grown up? Seemingly breeded for a life a crime, yet still able to hold a certain air of nobility about him as well. Standing at a modest height of merely 5’10” with broad shoulders and a rather well built frame from all the years of slavery that he had to endure.

Oh, did I forget to mention his rather pitiful past of blood and sweat? Well clearly this is not the place or time, though he has retained a rather nasty reminder upon his lightly tanned skin. There across his back were the scars from the whippings he had received so many years ago. Where his near should length hazel hair would be matted down with sweat from working in the quarries. Still his sky blue eyes would always star upon those that beat him down, as if waiting.

Now he is simply a freeman, and chooses to use this freedom to start a life in piracy as he moves about in clothes that are comfortable rather those showy ones that the “nobles” always seem to wear. Still despite the looks that were cast his way from high society, he would continue on his way derssed in a simple white shirt that held two belts criss crossing upon his frame. Each holding a flint lock pistol that was to be hidden by his jet black buccanner jacket. Also he would wear a pair of black leggings leading only to a pair of pirate boot tops of a similar color. Then upon his waist two more belts would be found carrying a dirk, whip, and another flintlock pistol. Each belt with a silver buckle, it was rather hard to understand where it all came from at times, though he was not likely to tell It was quite clear that if you were to attempt to take him, he would go down fighting.

Still nothing would sit upon his head as he glanced about this way and that from time to time, always wondering when those dead slavers would come from nowhere even though he knew they were dead and hell if he was to go alone.
Hopeful Celebrity:Andrew Lee Potts
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.__[size=1]Personality[/size]__.
Personality:
How could one explain the mind of a man who lead his childhood in the confinement of small cells, working for hours on end without the simplest of pleasures, and was whipped to near death multiple time? Well it was rather quite simple, he can be described as a quick thinking, free speaking, care free, and a tad crazy if you think too much about his actions.

For you see being held in captiviting for the majority of his life up to now has lead him to gain certain…traits from mistakes made under the careful eyes of the slavers who would make sure he would never forget. From his confinement he would gain a newfound respect for freedom when he first took a sip from that magical thing. He would hunger for more as he always began to think of ways to escape. If one thing would not work than another, and another till he would succeed. In his earlier life however he was a bit mouthy to those that would call him his master leaving his back sore as a consequence.

Still he now lives a carefree life as a freedman, though somewhat paranoid as he unconciously checks over his shoulder now and then in case there happened to be a slaver looking out to capture him once more. For this was not the first time he escaped, but it was his last. Though, without realizing it he would grow up rather oddly, being a light sleeper in case he was called to work, to be able to starve for days on end and still fight rather well, and finally that hatred for those that would rob freedom from others. He cares little for those who kill, yet the sight of those in bondage is unbearable for him. Those who commit it would wish they were in hell already, though he considers that too light of a sentence.
Likes:
-Freedom
-Woman
-Food
-Drink
-silence at times
Dislikes:
-Slavery
-The Navy
-Being berated about having the proper discipline
-those who take things for granted
-Really loud things (i.e. rowdy pubs, parties, etc. )
Strengths:
-A rather quick thinker
-Tends to never give up
Weaknesses:
-illetirate due to captivity
-prone to overreacting at times


.__[size=1]History[/size]__.
Personal History:
At a young age he was taken into captivity, in fact he was born into bondage. In fact he knows not of what his parents even looked like and has no knowledge of the notion of parental love or love in any matter in his young childhold, though reccently he has had some...You may wonder though, what could possibly lead a boy to not experience love? Well you see he was born as more of experiment than anything. Controlled breeding if you will, where the master of them all would take his pick of his hardest working slaves and gave them one night to give in to their lust upon a hapless woman. Thus, he would get a better stock of slaves and increase production.

Being a product of this sick experiment he was expected to do more, to accomplish more in his work. Despite the extra ration he was given, if you could even call them that, he was worked multiple times harder because of it. Everyday he would slave away, knowing no other life until that one day.

The day when a family would could to purchase some slave. Of course, being one of his master's prize possessions he was not put out, but seeing other children of his age running around....free to do so much more than he could would spark something in him. A realiszation that this was no way to live. On that day he was first given a taste of freedom for on that day a girl would come up to him and ask his name. At his response of not being bestowed at one she would merely smirk and give him the name he know holds, Marcus Lash. They left later that day with a much older slave on his last let...

From that point on his masters would notice a more disobedeint nature from the boy as he slave away. Dropping things by "accident" every now and then as he worked. Destroying property "unwittingly" and with every one he would be given lashes. It even went so far at his attempted escape one fateful night, only to be caught and dragged back for a beating. Then he would try again and again. Each time growing harder and harder to attain his location. Then finally he would slip free of their holds one last time as well as pilfering a many expensive goods.

He became a free man, a man free to pillage the Caribbean for all it was worth.
Family:
Father:<unknown>
Mother:<unknown>
Siblings:<unknown>
Love Interests on TTC: None at the moment

.__[size=1]Conclusion[/size]__.
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RP example:
Marcus would merely sit upon those poorly made wooden steps as he waited in the darkness of night. Merely sitting there as commotion could be heard inside. For a celebration was being held for something unkown to him. All that he knew was that it was too loud for him and the bartender had been giving him that rather iffy eye. The hint was clear and he had no intention of starting trouble that night, so he would land himself a seat in the back alley where only the sounds of the night would accompany him.

He knew he was different, of a different racial descent. Some had asked him from Singapoer, but he could not provide an answer for he did not know. Still he would merely look up at those stares with a small smile upon his face as a breeze would carress his skin.

"Ah, freedom how I love you",he said in almost a childish tone as if he was in awe of a new toy as he sat upon those steps. Then upon his ears he would here a rowdy bunch headed his way. The sounds of a woman and men sneaking a way to do what drunks only knew how to do. Merely sighing at this he would move swiftly to leave only to bump into one of the drunk fools.

"You one of those china men?",asked one of the men with a slurred voice as he eyed him with blood shot eyes. His breath reeked of alchol, but he would merely pause for a moment before repling to the near stumbling fool that had one arm over "his" woman. The drunk had apparently drank quite a bit of wine that evening, but the woman herself seemed quite sober. A whore if anything, but she seemed content to have her purse a little heavier.

"Maybe, maybe not",he said rather boldly in response. When he tended become bored he would end up doing quite silly things, and this was just one of those times. Hands shoved into those coat pockets as he stared at the man dead on with little sense of fear in his eyes. His hand seemingly reaching into his coat for the time as the drunk would speak once more.

"Mebbe?! Well mebbe you're a dead man?! Do you have any idea who I am? I'm a pirate!",he declared with some sense of superioty as if a pirate was so speacial these days. As the drunk would prod his finger hard into his chest and manage a rather menacing tone while reaching to his side for his cutlass Marcus could only laugh.

"A pirate?!",he laughed out before a bang would be heard in the darkness of the night and the man would fall down dead. The woman in horror, but knowing better than screaming out loud as Marcus held a gun in his nimble hands with smoke still spewing from the barrel.

"Me too",he said with a smirk before walking down somewhere less noisy....

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