Marcus "Markie" LoudinEthnicity:
Large, well muscled, athleticAge:
late 20's (not sure of the birth year)Distinguishing Features
Various tattoos and a hoop through his bottom lip, carved from a piece of old polished bone. A scar in the shape of a bite on left calf, missing a small chunk there. He speaks the language of his forefathers as well as plain English, voice carries a trace of accent. Locs that come to the center of his back.Personality:
Does not trust easily and uses humor to keep others at an emotional distance. Polite and abrupt in equal measure depending upon circmstances and the people that surround him. He tries to avoid trouble by maintaining physical distance between himself and others. Though he is large; he is also very light on his feet. He does not laugh often but he wears a near constant grin, the better to hide his thoughts.History:
Raised in one of the nicer enclaves of "post modern civilization", he'd always known that he was different. He'd tried to hide it, tried to ignore it and worked really hard to fit in with the rest of the small community that had arisen from the ashes outside of a major metropolitan area. This particular community prized conformity and child rearing above all else but, as has been noted; he did not give two shits for any of that. He just wanted peace and a place where he could be himself.
A few years after he came to majority; he was caught in a compromising position with a MALE elder of this particular community. Since he did not have either the years or the clout of his "lover", the enclave decided to rid themselves of him. At first? They locked him up, did things to him. Kept him out of the population. When he did not change, would NOT change? He was put out, with only his few meager belongings and enough MRE's for a week's worth of travel.
He enjoyed it. There were a few accidents. A few scavengers of the feral human kind DIED and he ended up with a few more scars BUT none of that mattered. What mattered was freedom. What mattered was the fact that no one tried to turn him into something/someone that he wasn't. Solitary travel increased his proficiency with knives and with his fists. It also worsened his temper but being alone meant that no one was harmed by that aspect of his personality.
Eventually? He ended up with others like himself but he spends just as much time outside of the group as he does with them.Skills:
Hand and knife fighting, tracking, brick making and building (as that was his previous job at the former enclave). He is a dab hand at furniture making (when wood can be gathered or found with that intention) and is best at most solitary pursuits that involve strenth or silence. Sexuality:
Gay - Dominant/TopOn's:
Anything covered by the phrase "A man who knows his place..."Off's:
Vore, toilet play, non-con/rape, anything tentacle-y, pedophilia or necrophilia