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89% of magic tricks are not magic. Technically, they are sorcery.
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11 yrs ago
"The moral of the story is: never take a child away from a loving parent. Especially the ones that build children that shoot rockets from their eyes." -Aurelio Voltaire
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*sits in corner and pokes the RP*
So, is this dying again, oooorrrr...?

Also I've been tied up with school, so sorry for just dropping this, but I don't think I interrupted anything anyways.
@supertinyking@kishin asura@thewizardguy
Marcus stood off to the side, observing the events as they unfolded. The patterns on his feathers lit up slightly, confirming to him that this writhing feeling in his gut was indeed being caused passively by the creature before him, and somehow knowing that for sure helped him overcome it in his mind. Even still, he avoided drawing its attention. He didn't feel like being that thing's target just yet, but he held his bow tightly, a tail feather in hand, ready to shoot in a matter of moments if necessary. While he had agreed to help them for the sum of four hundred pounds of any metal he desired, he also had his own hide to worry about, and he felt this thing would be very bad for his health if he decided to play hero. He would wait, and attack only when he must.
@supertinyking
Four hundred pounds?!
Indeed, it seemed money was the greatest medicine of them all. Looking at rick and grinning, as if his headache had all but vanished, Marcus turned back to him. "Well... when you put it like that..." He began looking around, and noticed the place where he had been transported to, his bow still lying on the ground, somehow the only extra object that traveled with him... however he got here. He ran and scooped it up, wary of whatever was attacking, and running back to Rick. He held the bow with a certain familiarity, as if he had always had it all of his life - and he had. "We'll discuss the type of metal after we make sure we survive... Those better be avoirdupois pounds..." The bow he held was made of a white wood, with strange carvings into it, the fibers of the string made out of a strange rainbow-color hair.
@supertinyking @kishin asura
Marcus stares at everyone before him before shaking his head. "No way. I'm not getting into any fights for the likes of you people. You think you can just summon me up out of nowhere and ask me to fight for you?! Hell no!" His headache, enhanced by his natural irritation with the situation, made up his mind for him. He was in no mood to fight, especially for someone who he doesn't even know. Seeing the portal, he moved to leave, heat flaring up to deter them from touching him, burning mortal flesh and scorching the ground under him. He thought to the fact that leaving them here might be him deserting them to death, but then he remembered that he had rather rudely been summoned and no longer cared, really.
I'm going to have to jump out of this cop car onto the nope train. Who's with me? I've got a +1 open.
@Wraithblade6
I noticed.
@supertinyking
Marcus raises an eyebrow and stares at him. "Let me make one thing clear..." Rick probably gets the idea to remove his arm, as the creature next to him heats up rather quickly, seemingly by choice, burning him if he isn't quick enough. "Don't try and act like you're my buddy. I don't know you. I don't want to know you. I just want to get back home." He pauses before clarifying. "At least, back to my inn, so I might sleep away this headache in peace." Whatever Mortis may have in mind, it becomes increasingly clear that as things stand, Marcus would refuse to take part.
@supertinyking
Marcus seems rather annoyed, his feathers flaring up in a fit of heat. "Dirt does not fit me, you oaf. I am much more exquisite than dirt." He said the word dirt with extreme disdain, and as if just remembering, he looked around him, and dusted himself off. He patted down the ruffled feathers and went back to his usual temperament. He glared at Mortis but said no more, as if knowing if he gets riled again his feathers would become a mess once more. "Anyways, I was here before you, asshole-" as he gestures to Rick "-and I was questioning who made that insufferable noise!" He growled, glaring between the three people before him. "I was trying to sleep, and I've got the damnedest headache right now!" His feathers temporarily seemed to jump with seething, but he calms down and the feathers lay back down.
@supertinyking @kishin asura

Had Marcus the Vulcan been of a less pretentious sort, and of a much greater morning mood, he might have noticed the change in scenery. However, being as he could not remember the night before and his head rang like the gong of a great church in the painful way it did, the annoying sound that awoke him, awoke him in much the wrong way. Having full intention to get up and give the shouty person a piece of his mind, he was so oblivious that he made to get up out of bed, turning to the side. He also made to prop himself up with one hand, using the inn night stand for support as he was still half asleep and less than alert. However, considering neither of those things existed anywhere near him at the moment, he simply accomplished flipping himself rather strangely, smashing his face into the ground.

Groaning at the new shot of pain in his head, he pushed himself up and looked around. His eyes made their way on two different characters, what looked to be a man in black armor and a pale man with a strange choice of hair style. As a duo the two seemed strange indeed, yet from what he could tell they did not look very friendly with each other. He got up and went to fix his presumably ruffled feathers, and forgot he was in human form. He blinked before simply looking up at his hair and straightening it with his hands before walking over to the two. "Whoever was making that insufferable sound-" He left the sentence unfinished, glancing between the two, rather blatantly annoyed.
Name: Marcus

Species: Vulcan (human-phoenix, hybrid-esque species)

Age:
Human form: 24-36 (variable)
Vulcan: 1,245 (the age of his current body is about 38 days)

Appearance: While his human forms vary in height, weight, facial features, everything, his Vulcan form is always the same. Forgoing clothes while in this form, he is covered head to toe in orange feathers, red designs moving across him, accentuating several of his avian features. Other than this he has a humanoid face and a human anatomy, with the exception of his feet and hands having talons. He has a very lean body type, with only the slightest hint of a muscular tone to it, belying his actual strength. His tail plumes trail behind him at 3 feet in length, ready to be put into action. These feathers seem special in the fact that they offer far more protection than his regular feathery hide, often using it as a main means of blocking an incoming attack.

Abilities:
Hidden – This ability is only in affect when in human form. He does not emit the energies associated with his kind, allowing him to slip past other powerful beings undetected, even if they have supernatural abilities of such nature. The downside of this is that his fairly squishy nature is now even worse, one fatal blow doing him in.

Vulcan - At his whim, he can switch between his Vulcan and human forms, the human shell falling back to reveal true beauty. Whether attracting mates or distracting foes, his brilliant and vibrant feathers of flame work wonders, and his Vulcan form enhances his defensive and offensive capabilities to supernatural levels, able to resist point-blank, small arms gunfire, survive stab wounds, and being able bend steel bars with slight effort.

Brilliant Feathers – His flaming feathers do more than just look good. Their makeup is supernatural in nature, having magic dispelling and supernatural-damaging properties. Against a creature of non-supernatural origin, they are like superheated arrows. Though he is not as experienced, his tail feathers can serve as an excellent complement to any unique hand-to-hand style he wished to employ, comparable to a sword sticking out of his ass. These feathers also form a protective shield, making it much harder to cast a spell against him. Be it an offensive spell or simply a passive effect a person may have based on their magic type, the effects are dulled if not completely nullified.

Undying Ashes - The Vulcan, upon defeat, erupts into brilliant flames, being instantly cremated. These ashes are not just for show. In each piece is a small amount of hidden energy, the activation of which causes the process of rebirth. To kill a Vulcan, one must find a way to drain the energy from their ashes, as these ashes show no sign of being able to be destroyed via any physical means.

Archery - Not wishing to mar his beautiful feathers, Marcus tends to fight at a distance. He has a bow made from strong but flexible wood, and resistant to his flames by some way of nature and magic. The bow appears to be crafted with rainbow colored hair used as the bowstring, and smells of what you'd expect in a little girl's fantasy. His ammunition tends to be his tail feathers, which when plucked grow back quickly, but nowhere near instantly. His skill is above average, able to fire his 'arrows' quickly and with decent accuracy.

Weaknesses:

Melodramatic - Marcus has an affinity for the dramatic, wishing to make a show more often then just killing his foes when the opportunity suits this. Showy and lofty, he rarely considers that his enemy might take advantage of this.

Squishy - Though his Vulcan form lends him some extra toughness, in accordance to not dying every time he gets hit by the average sword or bullet, among stronger foes he is actually quite frail if one can get past his tail, the plumes of which can be scorching hot and seemingly impenetrable.

Conceited: Vain in the greatest sense of the word, Marcus tends to talk about himself to the point of making anyone else sick of him. He might stop in the middle of a great battle to make sure his feathers aren’t getting ruffled, and he hates doing anything that would ruin them. He is not one for heroic quests, rarely engaging in any action that does not immediately benefit him. Small acts of heroism to boost his ego, however, are fair game. This nature leads him to being easily manipulated, if a person were capable of stomaching the praise they’d have to dish out.

Love of Money: If there is one thing Marcus may love more than himself, it's gold coins and a weight to his name. Whether it's senseless murder, or the destruction/collection property, nothing is beyond him as long as the price is right, and most people would know this if they know of him. Oddly, with the exception of children as the target. He absolutely refuses to touch a hair on a child's head, for whatever reason. Children being the future and generally innocent in their youth, or something stupid like that.

Bio: WIP

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