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    1. Alex T Crossman 8 yrs ago

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Current I know what its like to fall, and I have to say that I understand why some people give up. But we all a strength deep down that can help us get back up, you just have to dig deep and find it.
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8 yrs ago
I laugh when someone says money is the root of all evil. Then they ask me why its funny and i say: "If money is the root of all evil, then what is the root of all money?" Then i just walk away.
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8 yrs ago
I reached for someone in the darkness once, but they became lost and all I felt was the cold icy grasp. I tried so hard to save them but I could not. I am still reaching though.
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8 yrs ago
Its true there are winners and there are losers. But with the right attitude even a loss is a win, you just have to see it in your own eyes.

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Marco was silent as he looked at the two new people who had come into the store, he had heard foot steps outside on the pavement and had managed to conceal himself in what appeared to be the managers office at the ass end of the store. The monitors were fuzzy, but they were definitely both male and female, one older then the other, the older an male, Mexican from appearance and the other the young a woman, whom looked to be Asian descent. Normally Marco wouldn't be worried much, but these two did not exactly look like everyday bystanders... at least that woman did not appear to be an everyday civilian. No... out of the both of them she was looking like the most dangerous, even through a shitty camera feed one couldn't miss that glare in her eye's. If Marco had to wager a guess he would say that she was part of the Triads or belonged to one of the crime families. Then again maybe he was just being paranoid and they were two lost people trying just to survive and hide... nope wasn't sticking, he couldn't afford to take a risk at this point. People or not, with all this hell going on people were killing each other without fear of prosecution. This was the perfect environment for criminals and family members to go at each other and everyone else no holds barred. Marco raised the rifle and looked at the feed, he had about 200 bullets left in the clip, seemed like a lot but considering how many it took to kill those black bastards this was far from enough, he had to conserve if he could so he hoped he was wrong and he wouldn't have to shoot at these people.

Working off the fact that they were still a tad distracted Marco came to the door that lead out, leaning his back to the wall he side stepped around the door and raised the rifle speaking in a thick Russian accent.

"You two come out now, hands up and weapons down on the floor. I have no desire to shoot you or harm you but I will kill you if you give me no other choice. No quick movements I was not known in Russia for missing my targets..."

Marco kept his eye's trained on them but kept his ears open for noise from the outside, the last thing he needed was to draw one of those damn things or more in here.

"If you don't fear my words then fear bringing more of those black beasts in here with gun shots..."

Marco added that last part in hoping it would persuade them both not to attempt to put a bullet in him.
Posted. I hope its okay I tried to be as realistic as possible adding his strength factor and skills so I hope its a good read for my starter post ^^


Time slowed down... then again when the large ex-Russian hit man was in an intense situation time always seemed to slow down, but this... no this was not some normal situation at all, in fact this was a situation in which he only could have found himself inside of nightmares. Marco stretched his arms out as he bent down slightly, the children behind him were screaming and many were crying as he slowly backed up pushing them back more towards the wall and the exit to the dojo. His eye's were trained however in front of himself on a beast... a monster that he had never before seen, it was black as the night, it was big, with a large oval dome for a head and killer claws on his hands and feet. Those claws dripped with blood from the young student who had been caught by the beast, his body lay behind the monster now, dead and lost to the world. This... thing had crashed through the ceiling like a fucking robber breaking in and grabbed the poor boy before he could even react, before Marco could do anything its spear like tail had gone through his chest like it was made of paper mache. The beast in front of Marco slowly moved forward, the Russian watched its movement slowly, Marco changed his direction silently as the children moved with his arms, the beast in front of him circled with him, very like a predator would facing another predator in the wild. Why it had not attacked yet he did not know, maybe it was cautious because of his size, maybe it was just waiting for him to slip up, maybe it wanted the children... no that he would not allow if he could help it.

Sweat was pouring down Marco's head, the beast let out a screech that was terrifying even to him, drool mixed with blood was pooling out of its mouth, its mouth opened Marco noticed a smaller mouth with teeth slowly extend for a split second before going back in. What in the living hell was this damn thing!? He didn't have time to think on that anymore, like a bat out of hell the beast flipped sideways and came forward, its long black tail came forward the speared tip heading straight for Marco's chest.

"Move!"

The children screamed as Marco sidestepped just in time if not barely, the tail swished past him and struck the wall, the plaster was no match for the hit as it was instantly shattered. Pulling back the beast swished its tail forward again, Marco side stepped again he felt the tip of the tail barely hit his side as he put his large muscled arm over the tail and caught it, moving his hands he grabbed its tail and with a rather sickening crack he bent a portion of it, the beast screamed shrilly, to his surprise and shock Marco was wrenched off his feet, the beast quickly pulled its tail back bringing him with it. Marco flew bodily through the air smacking the mats hard rolling into a bunch of kicking bags. The bags crashed as Marco's eye's spun for a split second, when his sight fully came back the beast leap in the air like a lion its claw ready to strike. Marco rolled sideways like a mad man just as the beast landed smashing one of the sand filled bags like a torpedo. Sand exploded as the bag was slashed open, Marco grunted as he rolled to his feet and quickly turned, the beast was already one him like a fly to shit, he felt its hand grab his throat and he was lifted off his feet effortlessly, he felt his back get slammed into the mirror wall as it shattered. Marco dazed for another second before his eye's meant the beasts, the mouth opened as it hissed drooling all over him. It was over an he knew it now, diverting his eye's he saw the children in the corner cowering in fear... NO he could not and would not give up no matter what! Marco twisted his body and kicked his legs up, with good force his wrapped his legs around the mid section of the beast, using his weight he grabbed the beasts head twisting and forced its hand and flipped himself and the beast sideways onto the ground with a hard smack.

Marco spit up blood as blood was trickling down his neck from the claws that dug in, rolling onto his knee's he looked up just in time to see the beast jump to its feet like it was nothing. Looking sideways Marco saw the wooden battle staffs flying sideways in a roll he hit the shelf hard, his side was in pain s he grabbed a pull and flipped to his feet, the beast lunged across the room rolling forward it smashed into the wall and went straight through to the dressing rooms behind it. Marco brought the battle staff down as it leap through the wall bending down, Marco flipped the staff in a wide arc and propelled it like a helicopter rotor and brought it back to his shoulder as he rested the edge and put his hand out to the creature telling it to come on. The beast wasted no time and came forward pissed beyond pissed ready to kill Marco. The Russian was quick and precise as he brought the staff forward and slammed the stick straight into the beasts head, it broke upon contact shattering from the great impact, the creature flew sideways in pain, Marco tossed the stick sideways and gritted his teeth he ran forward and with all his weight he slammed into the beast like a football player and sent it flying across the floor knocking it into the wall playing off its delay from the attack. Marco fell to his knee's breathing hard, the beast was strong and it weighed a ton, it was taking all his strength to fight it, he wouldn't last much longer like this and he knew it, he had to get the kids out of here.

Marco was barely to his feet when the creature crashed up and got to its feet, his eye's went wide as it flung forward and began to run, the attack however never came in horror the beast side stepped him and went straight for the kids, it was going for the weakest prey! The kids screamed in fear as Marco screamed:

"NO you don't bastard!"

Marco lunged onto his feet and grabbed the beasts tail with his hands, with all his strength he stopped its advance, grunting under the weight of the creature Marco's muscle strained as the veins popped out, pulling the creature back he screamed as he yanked it off its feet. The beast screamed as Marco starting moving in a circular motion, he moved faster as the world began to spin for him, all he could see was the smashed colors of the room, the screeching beast, with his last bit of strength Marco lets go off the beasts tail, it screamed as it slammed into the remaining portion of mirror on the wall, it slammed into the glass the dry wall giving away, it busted through and disappeared behind. The Russian fell to his knee's breathing hard, blood was dripping his his neck his side his arms, turning he looked towards the kids this was their only chance.

"Run!"

The moment he spoke however there were more screams, Marco turned back to see the beast hobble out of the hole, glass was sticking out of its body now, green blood was oozing to the floor, it sizzled and smoked eating a hole straight through the mat and the concrete below like it was nothing. It slowly got to its feet and shrilly screamed again, Marco grimaced knowing he hadn't the strength to fight it again, stubborn or not he was out matched and from the looks of that blood close combat would be the death of him now. Marco slowly got to his feet and backed away his breath ragged and hard he motioned for the kids to move, the beast was hurt so it was playing with more caution but it wouldn't last long. Moments later the truth was set as it lunged forward running for them, Marco turned and covered the kids in a last ditch effort to protect them, the sudden burst of an automatic rifle and shrill screaming made him look up. A soldier stood in the door way, the man fired at the beast, Marco turned to watched as the beast screamed, green ooze sprayed the floor as it sizzle from the acidic blood. The beast finally fell after many rounds were put into it, just like that it was over as the monster now lay still. The soldier lowered his rifle and came up to Marco putting a hand on his shoulder talking quickly:

"You are one crazy son of a bitch to take that thing with just your hands, but we have no time for niceties we have to move now and get these kids out of here, come on!"

Marco was lifted up he quickly regained his composure looking at the soldier speaking:

"My house its not far from here its on a secluded piece of land, I have weapons there, we would be safe for a moment there, these kids wouldn't last out there not if this is what they would face so that the only option I have now.

The soldier nodded his agreement Marco got the kids up and they quickly vacated the Dojo to what they didn't know.



Marco stood in the small alley with his back against the wall, his arms were up with an M41A Pulse Rifle in his hands as there was loud shrill bunch of screaming. Slowly peaking around the corner he saw a couple of the blacked beasts in the distance running down the road, he was unsure why but the beasts seemed to be attracted to something in that direction, he had been observing them now for a good time, whenever they ran by they all ran in the same direction. Wherever they were going he could give a less of a shit as long as they were not here, Raising the rifle he put the magnified scope to his eye as he observed the area around the alley entrance the street was clear but he wasn't going to take that to heart though. These bastards were smart and it seemed like they were getting even smarter the longer time went on, his only real hope at this point was that the children were still safe at his estate. He had not wanted to leave them but he had to try and find help and he was not going to risk their lives. The estate itself was secluded away from the main part of the city so it offered some seclusion, and with these beasts distracted somewhere else he was hoping they would not stumble upon it. Moving the scope around he spotted a store across the street that seemed intact, he would go for the store possibly loot some food, if he couldn't get help he could at least come back with some food.

Marco lowered the scope as he closed his eyes counted to three and in a huff he flew around the corner pointing the rifle in all directions as he cross the street. Quickly reaching the store he go in through the broken glass window. He pointed the rifle around as sweat dripped from his brow, it seemed safe enough not like he was betting his life on it though. Marco cursed silently in his head when he heard near by screeches he quickly dove behind the nearby counter, slowly peaking up a couple more of the black bastards came running down the road and disappeared quickly in the same direction as the other two. Marco lowered his head as he put his back against the wall and let himself breath, good health or not he was getting too old for shit like this, in fact he honestly wished he was back in Russia right now chained to a wall. In the long run that sounded a hell of a lot better then this did, but there was no use in wishing for things you couldn't have... no he had to save those kids that was all that mattered now. Marco quickly started to canvas the store for any food he could find and carry back.
Are weapons okay so long as it kept in appropriate ranges?
Sweet sweet. Iv been trying to read the IC posts and from what i can tell there is a bunker everyone seems to be chilling in, what is the state of the New York area right now, trying to find a place to get Marco situated and going in.



Weight: 270 solid pounds
Height: 6'5"
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark brown

Physique / Other: Even at his mid age Marco is well toned individual with a lot of muscle to boot. He keeps himself well trained and exercises religiously every day to keep himself fit and at his peak. Marco also has several tattoo's upon his body from his older days all in Russian lettering. He also bares the scars of his previous life, his nose having been broken many times is somewhat deformed along with a scar going down his left cheek and at closer looked one of his ears is scarred from being torn.

Clothing: Marco usually is known for wearing pitch black colors from head to toe, consisting mostly of loose fitting clothing like cargo pants and scuffed up steel tipped boots. He is almost always wearing a black muscle shirt and a black blazer when he is out traveling around. He had no piercings but more often then not wears a pair of dark rimmed sunglasses. If training he is usually decked out in one of his special made Gi's which he is often seen teaching his classes in.



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Marco was born in Moscow fifty five some odd years ago on August 25th to a Russian whore and a father named Vasily, leader of the one of the most feared Russian mafia's known in Europe. Marco never knew his mother for upon his birth she was disposed of, no one not even Marco knew why his father chose to do this. Marco grew up in what some would consider a constant state of peril, being the son of one of the most feared men in Europe came with benefits but it also came with many curses. Through his childhood on more then one occasion Marco was targeted for assassination by other families who wished to further their goals. Due to this Marco was an unreluctant shut in, taught by the finest private tutors money could buy he often found himself alone in the world, no friends and a father whom was too busy to care that he existed. Marco was only eighteen when he was inducted into the family business, and at that time Marco was glad to step up wanting to prove his worth to his father, to be loved by his father in any way.

He murdered his first human months after his eighteenth birthday an event that arguably changed Marco's perception on life, and also what changed him at the same time, and turned him down a rather gruesome dark path. Marco went on over the next five years to become one of the most dangerous men to ever exist, with his fathers will he was taken deep into the under crofts of the Mafia Family where everyday was what you might have called a living hell. He was pushed to his limits day in and day out, such being the life of any who joined the ranks of the Russian Mafia if by choice or by birth. Marco learned the true meaning of pain as he was burned, hung up by chains, beaten, starved, taught how to fight hand to hand and tortured all for the benefit of toughening him up. Needless to say Marco's mind was quickly warped even more and he became a monster, one of which the likes had ever been seen before. He was ruthless and he quickly became one of the deadliest Russian hit men under his fathers thumb. Fifteen years... fifteen long years Marco spilled blood in his fathers name, made a name for himself, became more feared then any before him until the day came when Marco's father was to die.

That day became known as one of the darkest days in history for many, when Marco's father named someone else his successor instead of him. Marco in his warped reality was outraged, the final bone being broken in just a few words. In a tyrannical rage he killed his father and then the man whom would succeed him. The world crashed down upon him as his father loyal men came to their fallen leaders aid, man after man fell and blood was spilled, a lot of good men fell to Marco's hand before he was overcome and he became nothing more then a prisoner. There was no quick death for Marco, his betrayal did not warrant such, he was tortured for many months after that, they wanted to see him break, wanted to see him crumble but not once did Marco ever do so. This in the end became their mistake, two years after his fathers murder Marco broke his bonds and leaving a trail of blood behind he escaped. With no future in Russia or even Europe Marco defected to America far from the Mafia's reach. Life in America for the most part was pitiful those first years, living on the streets, killing for food, stealing to survive. This went on for many many months before Marco was approached by a man named Frank Farrel and old rich man who once upon a time had belonged to one of the Mafia families that operated in New York.

His reasons remain unknown to this day the old eccentric man took in Marco and showed him a life that was not filled with death, and killing and survival. Slowly day by day Marco started to come back from the darkness in which he had lived in for so long, with that old mans kindness Marco found meaning for the first time in life. Even more then that he had found a person who was like a father to him. Marco was forty five when that old man passed away, because of not having any family Frank left his entire estate to Marco under the condition that he never again go back to his old way of life. Marco accepted that condition and from that day on he lived his life as a good man. Marco now fifty five found a joy in teaching the younger kids Martial Arts, to teach them respect and restraint and to keep them going down the same path he did for so many years.



To be revealed...



Weight: 270 solid pounds
Height: 6'5"
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark brown

Physique / Other: Even at his mid age Marco is well toned individual with a lot of muscle to boot. He keeps himself well trained and exercises religiously every day to keep himself fit and at his peak. Marco also has several tattoo's upon his body from his older days all in Russian lettering. He also bares the scars of his previous life, his nose having been broken many times is somewhat deformed along with a scar going down his left cheek and at closer looked one of his ears is scarred from being torn.

Clothing: Marco usually is known for wearing pitch black colors from head to toe, consisting mostly of loose fitting clothing like cargo pants and scuffed up steel tipped boots. He is almost always wearing a black muscle shirt and a black blazer when he is out traveling around. He had no piercings but more often then not wears a pair of dark rimmed sunglasses. If training he is usually decked out in one of his special made Gi's which he is often seen teaching his classes in.



55


Marco was born in Moscow fifty five some odd years ago on August 25th to a Russian whore and a father named Vasily, leader of the one of the most feared Russian mafia's known in Europe. Marco never knew his mother for upon his birth she was disposed of, no one not even Marco knew why his father chose to do this. Marco grew up in what some would consider a constant state of peril, being the son of one of the most feared men in Europe came with benefits but it also came with many curses. Through his childhood on more then one occasion Marco was targeted for assassination by other families who wished to further their goals. Due to this Marco was an unreluctant shut in, taught by the finest private tutors money could buy he often found himself alone in the world, no friends and a father whom was too busy to care that he existed. Marco was only eighteen when he was inducted into the family business, and at that time Marco was glad to step up wanting to prove his worth to his father, to be loved by his father in any way.

He murdered his first human months after his eighteenth birthday an event that arguably changed Marco's perception on life, and also what changed him at the same time, and turned him down a rather gruesome dark path. Marco went on over the next five years to become one of the most dangerous men to ever exist, with his fathers will he was taken deep into the under crofts of the Mafia Family where everyday was what you might have called a living hell. He was pushed to his limits day in and day out, such being the life of any who joined the ranks of the Russian Mafia if by choice or by birth. Marco learned the true meaning of pain as he was burned, hung up by chains, beaten, starved, taught how to fight hand to hand and tortured all for the benefit of toughening him up. Needless to say Marco's mind was quickly warped even more and he became a monster, one of which the likes had ever been seen before. He was ruthless and he quickly became one of the deadliest Russian hit men under his fathers thumb. Fifteen years... fifteen long years Marco spilled blood in his fathers name, made a name for himself, became more feared then any before him until the day came when Marco's father was to die.

That day became known as one of the darkest days in history for many, when Marco's father named someone else his successor instead of him. Marco in his warped reality was outraged, the final bone being broken in just a few words. In a tyrannical rage he killed his father and then the man whom would succeed him. The world crashed down upon him as his father loyal men came to their fallen leaders aid, man after man fell and blood was spilled, a lot of good men fell to Marco's hand before he was overcome and he became nothing more then a prisoner. There was no quick death for Marco, his betrayal did not warrant such, he was tortured for many months after that, they wanted to see him break, wanted to see him crumble but not once did Marco ever do so. This in the end became their mistake, two years after his fathers murder Marco broke his bonds and leaving a trail of blood behind he escaped. With no future in Russia or even Europe Marco defected to America far from the Mafia's reach. Life in America for the most part was pitiful those first years, living on the streets, killing for food, stealing to survive. This went on for many many months before Marco was approached by a man named Frank Farrel and old rich man who once upon a time had belonged to one of the Mafia families that operated in New York.

His reasons remain unknown to this day the old eccentric man took in Marco and showed him a life that was not filled with death, and killing and survival. Slowly day by day Marco started to come back from the darkness in which he had lived in for so long, with that old mans kindness Marco found meaning for the first time in life. Even more then that he had found a person who was like a father to him. Marco was forty five when that old man passed away, because of not having any family Frank left his entire estate to Marco under the condition that he never again go back to his old way of life. Marco accepted that condition and from that day on he lived his life as a good man. Marco now fifty five found a joy in teaching the younger kids Martial Arts, to teach them respect and restraint and to keep them going down the same path he did for so many years.



To be revealed...
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