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[center][i]"As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts."[/i][/center]


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[u]Name:[/u] Martin Lowry

[u]Nicknames:[/u] Marty

[u]Gender:[/u] Male

[u]Age:[/u] 27

[u]Birthday:[/u] 3rd of October

[u]Distinguishing Features:[/u] Martin has a crisp and clear Scottish accent spoken with a high register of English, he rarely swears and often scorns others for doing it. Martin was also born with an extra finger on each hand, the black gloves he normally wears often obscure this but if one were paying attention to his hands they would notice the dastardly added fingers. On the left side of his head, at the rear, he has a deepish, corner shaped wedge missing, though mostly obscured by hat and hair it can still be seen by people walking behind him.

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[u]Relationship Status:[/u] Single

[u]Sexuality:[/u] Heterosexual

[u]Partner:[/u] None

[u]Father:[/u] Michel Lowry

[u]Mother:[/u] Minnie Lowry

[u]Siblings(Age Order):[/u] Maud (16), Mary(16), Meredith(14), Maxine(11).

[u]Pets:[/u] A black and white cat back home named Margret.

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[u]Personality:[/u] The Shetland islands had never been populated thoroughly, and even less so when Marty was a boy growing up there. He spent much of his time standing at cliffs' edges and staring off into space; or helping his father with his work that he always insisted was of the most paramount importance; or sitting in front of his mother, who was coincidentally his home school teacher. The combination of isolation, willingly accepting orders and thorough teaching have made him a strange individual; he takes to orders naturally and completes them with speed and competence, however once drawn into his work - or anything - Marty is unresponsive and distant, often to the vexation of the people around him. Despite this he has the charm that comes from being totally oblivious.

His gullibility aside, Martin stands on high moral ground whether consciously or by virtue of his nature, helping people who needed help or didn't know they needed help as first nature. As such he has been the focus of criticisms and cruel jokes, and the attention of woman who found him sweet. Though none of the relationships went through as he was prone to ramble when anxious or nervous, being around a large amount of people let alone women made him very nervous indeed. Most of this has died away though it is something that still happens from time to time. Though if that's a product of him being nervous or in another dimension is something entirely. He is not opposed to a bit of fun, though his idea of fun isn't really compatible with that of most people, but his default mode tends to lead him to sitting about and day dreaming for leisure. He appears quite boring in that respect.

Despite his air-headed demeanor, Marty is grounded firmly, knowing his own limits and existing within the realms of utility as opposed to frivolousness. 


[u]Likes:[/u] Lists, Machines, Toast, The Occasional Cigarette, Books, The Ocean, Birds, Children and Adolescents.

[u]Dislikes:[/u] Swearing, Drinking, Womanizing, Having His Things Rearranged.

[u]Biography:[/u] Martin Ahab Lowry was born to a couple who claimed to be estranged relatives of Queen Elizabeth, from the very nature of his parents it would seem that his childhood would be odd if not turbulent. Michel Lowry was an esteemed biologist, working under the patronage of the Royal Society of Science in the United Kingdom; he was given grants to travel across the empire and catalogue new creatures, with his specialization being in birds and marine invertebrates. His mother on the other hand was a parish teacher, daughter of a parish priest from the north of England, the marriage had been one of utility, she needed a husband to secure her future well-being and Michel desired a wife to pass on his genetics. 

Martin and his mother lived on a remote island in The Shetland Archipelago with his father, who insisted on wanting to keep his work and his family close. This remote life led to a sheltered, lonely childhood that impacted on his social skills, though the family did return to the mainland every winter as that was when the supply boat stopped its weekly visits. Despite the isolation Martin did receive a primary education thanks to his mother, though the responsibility would soon fall on his father when his mother decided to move back to the mainland after giving birth to his first sisters, Maud and Mary, some 11 years after he was born. It was safe to say that education was not the main prerogative of his father, his father wanted to keep Martin on as an assistant more than anything, and visits to the mainland became rarer as Michel brought his son with him on expeditions. 

It was one faithful summer, the summer of his 15th birthday, that his father took him on an expedition to Iceland. They had been following the migratory paths of birds and documenting the changes in Island stops, shooting the occasional few to collect samples of dietary change and logging them all. It was that summer that Martin had been introduced to sailing, properly. He had always had an affinity of sorts with the sea, and naturally he found manipulating ropes and sails easy. Eldey was an island 13 miles off the south western coast of Iceland, it was a stack of stone that rose up from the ocean in sheer cliffs, with navigable ridges that lead to the plateau on top. It had occurred to his father that Eldey Island was the home of the last known specimen of Great Auk, a flightless, predatory marine bird that had existed in great numbers before humans had discovered them. Disembarking the skiff on to an inflatable raft, the pair paddled out to the shore of the island and his father lectured him on the ability of certain shaped beaks to rip and cut. 

It must have felt unconceivable when it was happening but it wasn't now that it was a distant memory, in front of them was a solitary Great Auk. Possibly the last in existence. The animal had been thought to be extinct since 1900, but low and behold there it was. The next sensation struck him, as Martin gazed at the slender beast it's beady eyes looking at him from a cocked head, he felt the certain weight of metal and death in his hand. He didn't need to be asked, his father's voice, the voice of a collector and Biologist rang in his head. Make it quick. Martin stood up with the truncheon in his hand and took four strides towards it. The bird's small legs didn't stand a chance of allowing it to escape. 

The bird lived on outside the glass case where it was taxidermed, at 18 Martin left the island of his father's study and joined the navy, where his fellow sailors called him Cigarettes due to the Great Auk tattooed to his shoulder. The mascot of a favorite brand of smoke amongst the sailors. There he learned the basics of social interaction, at first awkward and clumsy to talk to, but sharp when it came to commands. By the time he began to feel more comfortable talking to people he had been promoted to a point where he had his own cabin, no longer would he have to share a quarter with his piers. His employment with her majesty's navy would be short lived though, as one day he stopped under a naval gun to collect something when the recoiling body of the weapon clocked him in the back of the head. A few months in an infirmary and many electric shock therapy sections later, he was mostly better and his stutter and seizures were gone.  

The government awarded the wounded officer a place in Oxford as repayment for his service and the gruesome injuries he sustained. He applied for a five year course in Marine Biology, of course, and while there he experienced his first encounters with people of the opposite gender (that were not related of course). It was there he found that he had no natural defenses against particularly charismatic people, and found himself manipulated about quiet often. That was until his second year when he started to develop a stronger social character. And a spine. To this day he has not progressed past holding hands as when it ever gets close to any significant physical contact he starts to get very nervous. Graduating first in his class, to the disgruntlement of his classmates, Marty returned to work with his father.

Frugally Martin spent the grants from The Royal Society, and in some cases cut corners that he ought to have left intact, thusly he amassed himself a princely sum. Now with all the pain he had gone through at sea, and despite his best efforts to stay away from the ocean after his brief time in the navy, he found himself once more drawn to the briny waves. And he bought a sail boat. His escapades had taken him to familiar and unfamiliar seas alike, and had left him alone with the ocean to grow intimate in both affection and wrath. And more intimate with traveling by plane to boat makers on either side of the Atlantic. 

One night on one of those planes his life would change.

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