[center][hider=✣ Markus Damon ✣][center][h2][color=red][u]          [b]Markus [color=gray]✣[/color] Damon[/b]          [/u]
[color=gray][sup][sup][b]Height:[/b] 175 cm [color=red]✣[/color] [b]Weight:[/b] 87 kg [color=red]✣[/color] [b]Age:[/b] 400 Years[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][i][color=red]"I’ve never tried."[/color][/i][/center]
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[color=gray][b] ✣ Name:[/b][/color] [color=red][i]Markus Damon[/i][/color]
[color=gray][b] ✣ Age:[/b][/color] [color=red][i]400 [/i][/color]
[color=gray][b] ✣ Gender:[/b][/color] [color=red][i]Male[/i][/color]
[color=gray][b] ✣ Race:[/b][/color] [color=red][i]Undead[/i][/color]

[b][color=gray][u][sub] ✣ [b]P O W E R S[/b] ✣[/sub][/u][/color][/b]

[color=red][indent]Being a corpse has its perks; Markus is able to perform feats living flesh would have difficulty in performing. As such, he’s able to put in a little flair and acrobatics in his fighting style while also under the protection of a slow regeneration process to his body. His revolver, aptly named Marchosias, is said to contain the soul of a power demon lord and as such, is a very effective tool against angels and other holy beings. Some say the gun’s true persona can even manifest from time to time… [/indent][/color]

[b][color=gray][u][sub] ✣ [b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b] ✣[/sub][/u][/color][/b]

[color=red][indent]A dark and brooding student, Markus keeps to himself with a stoic frown permanently glued to his features. What was perhaps once a raging soul that snarled to the heavens is now a walking corpse, the rage that had compelled him to walk the earth once more now nothing more but dull embers in his eyes. Still, that doesn’t stop him from attending classes. Markus is primarily direct and blunt in his wording, often succeeding in putting off other students when being approached.  Few things are able to incite more than a frown from him but one would assume memories of his life as once living flesh would stir up that familiar rage lying dormant inside. One would think of course.

[b][color=gray][u][sub] ✣ [b]B A C K G R O U N D[/b] ✣[/sub][/u][/color][/b]

[color=red][indent]Markus remembers little of his life among the living and what he does recall are things he’d rather leave unsaid. Faint images of a grand, white house stand most prevalent along with the smell of ash and cinder. The taste of dirt rots in his bones and the gaze of a corpse is what ally and foe alike meet when meeting his eyes. This hasn’t stop some from speculating about his origins though. Some say he was the son of a rich noble who was burned along with the sins of his corrupt family. Others state that he was betrayed in a violent gang war, his body riddled with bullets and death. Whatever the case may be, his original murderers are long since dead; of that, he has made sure of. Why he’s attending school is anyone else’s guess. [/indent][/color]
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[i][center][h2][color=gray][u]  ✣   [b]Theme[/b]   ✣   [/u][/color][/h2][/center][/i]
[center][youtube] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjzcNsJVol0 [/youtube][/center][/indent][/color][/hider][/center]