Gah, been so busy with college! >.>
Mark van der VechtAge:
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A former military man, Mark's body is a well balanced fighting machine build for strength, endurance and speed. Keeping the hairdo but ditching the uniform, Mark usually doesn't dress to impress, taking a pair of simple jeans and a shirt over a suit any day; whatever is comfortable and easy to move around in. Due to his training, his body and instincts are always on alert, ready to jump right into the action.Eyes:
Six feet and two inchesWere Appearance:
Beyond the ImageLikes:
Swimming/Diving, Free Running & Parkour, Drinking Beer, Hard Rock and Metal, Sex, Piloting a Helicopter, Stand Up Comedy, Orange Juice.Dislikes:
Mindless gorefest movies (think any saw Saw movie), dancing, being ordered around by people of the same or a lower rank than him.absolutely not's:
Scat, Bathroom Play or anything else on my off list.Talents:
Free Running & Parkour, Swimming/Diving, Piloting a Helicopter, Hand to Hand Combat, Handling Firearms (most experienced with Assault Rifles and 9mm Pistols).Character Traits:
Straight Forward, Brave, DutifulPersonality:
Generally a straight forward and honest man who speaks his mind, but knows his place. His discipline comes from years of military training and posses bravery forged in the heat of nightmarish battles. Unwavering in his convictions, Mark does not shy away from confrontations. When the situation calls for it, he can be a bit cheeky or sarcastic, but usually in a mood lightening way; a habit picked up in the army to deal with emotionally hard to process situations.
Born and raised for most of his live in the Netherlands, Mark van der Vecht had always been a energetic and cheerful boy during his childhood. When he was sixteen, he moved to Paris in France due to his father, a seasoned military man, being stationed there for international military business on behalf of the Dutch army. There he joined a gang of youths calling themselves the Yamakasi, who were avid practitioners of Parkour. Seeing as he had always been the energetic outdoors type, Mark was quick to pick up the sport and become quite good at it.
After becoming legally of age when he turned eightteen, Mark moved back to the Netherlands in order to join the Marines. There he learned not only how to defend himself and dive, but also how to pilot a helicopter, becoming a more than valid asset to any team he would be assigned to. But years of hard training and brutal missions left him with some emotional scars. Not quite as innocent as cheerful as during his youth, Mark now had a more sober outlook in life as he passed into his late twenties.
During a training mission in the United States of America Mark was attacked and infected by a weretiger. Killing his attacker in combat, he was left wondering what his future would hold now. Being deemed "no major threat to human society" by the military lab experts after a trial period of three months, Mark was honerably discharged from the army. Deciding to seek out fellow weretigers, Mark remained in the US, traveling around the country. His travels eventually lead him to the city of sin, Las Vegas, where he joined the present weretiger clan's numbers.