[hider=DeShawn Marcus][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/201023/ac2c5772bf73ba10c77607a2502594aa.png[/img]

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[color=CB8DEB]Name[/color]
[indent]DeShawn Denzel Marcus[/indent]

[color=CB8DEB]Nickames[/color]
[indent]Dee
Sexual Chocolate
TDD (Tall. Dark and Delicious)[/indent]

[color=CB8DEB]Age[/color]
[indent]18[/indent]

[color=CB8DEB]Gender[/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=CB8DEB]Sexuality[/color]
[indent]Heterosexual[/indent]

[color=CB8DEB]Relationship Status[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=CB8DEB]Label[/color]
[indent]Jock - A Bad Bad Boy[/indent]

[color=CB8DEB]Appearance Details[/color]

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[list][*][b]Hair:[/b] Brown/Black - Usually kept in a short fade
[*][b]Eyes:[/b] Brown
[*][b]Height:[/b] 6’2
[*][b]Body Type:[/b] A solid 230lb of pure muscle
[*][b]Clothing Style:[/b] Dee dresses commonly in his sports clothing (joggers, t-shirts and his letter jacket) or occasionally in jeans and a nice button down shirt. He wears a rosary around his neck.
[*][b]Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:[/b]Dee has both ears pierced and has multiple scars over his body, none too distracting, mostly caused by the usual childhood mischief. He does have a large scar on his left arm from being attacked by a police dog.[/list]

[color=CB8DEB]Personality Traits[/color]
[indent]Generally speaking, Deshawn Marcus isn’t much of a talker. Most would agree that he’s pretty kind and sweet natured but it is the early hardships in his life that truly shaped Dee’s personality. He is tough, cynical and brutally honest and seems to be burdened by a somewhat compulsive need to save people, a factor that often results in both admiration and annoyance because he can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Deshawn much prefers his own company a lot of time and enjoys disappearing for a run or a hike for hours at a time just to clear his head. In spite of this need for independence, Dee is very empathetic and understanding of other people and has no qualms with working with a partner or group as shown by his time on the football team. 

He is somewhat shy and finds it hard to properly allow his emotions to be seen other people. Deshawn is prone to solving problems with his fists rather than with his head and is seemingly always involved in fights even if said fights don’t really have anything to do with him. The streets of West Baltimore are a dangerous place for a child to grow up, Deshawn is the perfect advocate for that.[/indent]

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[color=CB8DEB]Biography[/color]
[indent]When you are born and raised in a place that has in the past been named Bodymore, Murderland your trajectory through life is pretty much mapped out for you from the start. Deshawn Marcus was brought into this world on a cold winter's eve in West Baltimore. His old man was a well known enforcer for one of the heavier gang sets and also worked as a longshoreman on the dying docks. Dee didn’t really have a lot of fond memories of those early formative years. He doesn’t really remember his mother, only that she wasn’t around anymore and that his father was someone you did not mess around with. The few good memories of when he was a child pretty much centred on trips to the zoo and the makeshift forest of his imagination.

As soon as his old man deemed he was old enough, Deshawn was on the corner, selling drugs. The life of a corner boy was pretty much his entire existence if not for the fact that he was one hell of a football player. He was allowed to play for his high school as long as he earned a good chunk of money slinging dope for his dad. Thanks to an early growth spurt and the workout he got every other night running from the police, Dee got real big real quick and damn, the boy could play. Towards the end of his junior year, Deshawn’s father had a group of his friends over for a party, Dee on this particular day was in the house acting like a waiter for the drug kingpins of Baltimore. It didn’t take long for things to take a turn, the house was firebombed and shot up. Deshawn and his father survived but only just.

After the assault, social services finally decided to step him and took Dee from his father, who didn’t really put up that much of a fight to keep his first born son. At such an advanced age, it would be a miracle if anyone wanted to remove Deshawn from the system and give him a home. Either luckily or un-luckily for him an uncle he didn’t know existed decided to take him in and soon enough the hard streets of West Baltimore had become the hard streets of Columbus, Ohio. Uncle Denzel was just as strong willed as his old man but he was on the straight, a former army captain and current school teacher; this kind of environment was good for Dee. Almost immediately he was recruited for the football team but Deshawn made it a priority not to fall into the jock stereotype.

After a year in Columbus, Dee had pretty much established himself as a gentle giant, don’t fuck with him and he won’t fuck with you. You need a hand, he’ll be the first at your door. Still, an air of despondency hangs over him like a cloud. A troubled past could put a stop to a bright future and that terrifies him.
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[color=CB8DEB]Family[/color]
[indent]Denzel Little - Uncle/Guardian
Trey Marcus - Father
Naomi Marcus - Mother - Deceased[/indent]

[color=CB8DEB]Misc.[/color]
[indent]Jordan Calloway | CB8DEB
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...[/indent][/center][/hider]