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The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

@Angel Eyesa shame not everyone is alive, but i suppose that a good storyhas some sort of tragedy.

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

Marcus The Machinist

:.Born As.:

Marcus Halloway

:.What You See.:

"From the rise of the sun to... the rise of the next sun, I work to keep the city safe."

_{Marcus stands at little over five feet and eight inches in height, weighing in at one hundred and fifty five pounds without his mechanic arm. The arm puts another fifteen pounds on him. His frame is tall and thin, most of his weight coming from the extensive exercise that comes with his job. His body is riddled with scars and marks from his childhood, his chest and shoulder areas suffering the worse of it.}

:.Also Known As.:

The Gate Keeper
The Experiment
The Machinist

:.Appear To Be.:

Thirty Two

:.The Doctor Said.:

Male

:.I Swing Towards.:

Women with beating hearts

:.People Say.:

Marcus can be quite stubborn at times, and is known to but heads with people on several occasions. He dislikes it when people believe that they know more about technology than he does, and tries to make them back up their words when people say that they know more than he does. He wants only the best for people, and is willing to do everything in his power to try to move things back to the way they used to be long ago.

He's seen more than he wanted to, and lost more than that, but he continues every day as stubbornly as the one before.

:.What I Like To Do.:

There is no spare time for Marcus. He works day in and day out on the wall and the overall safety of the city, whether it be the wall itself, the vehicles, guns, armor, or anything else. The sunrise and sunset seem to be the only times in which he isn't working himself, and are usually when he passes out from exhaustion before getting right back to it.

:.Profession.:

Marcus is the aptly named Gatekeeper, the keeper of the gate and the monitor of the walls. Due to his special knowledge and abilities, Marcus also works on other things for the people, fixing what needs to be fixed and improving on what can be improved upon.

:.The Past Was.:

Marcus was born when his father and mother were traveling a fair distance from the Paradise Land. His parents were wanders who picked up whatever scraps they could and moved on. They had not anticipated his birth, and despite their thoughts, they kept him with them in their travels. Although their lives were much more difficult with a growing child, they did their best to help him, even if it meant that couldn't help themselves.

As the years passed, Marcus and his parents were attacked by a rather large group of wanders, wanting what they had and not feeling like leaving anyone alive. The group had meant to kill all three of them, but Marcus remained alive. He traveled for days on end with anything the other group had decided not to take. The young boy barely survived, but he learned from his late parents to take anything and everything available. He traveled far, but eventually he came to a stop. Another group of wandering bandits attacked him and let him go with an inch of his life, when he was found by someone who he later called his second father. The man took him to the Paradise Land and patched him up, using whatever technology he could to give the teen a working body.

He had never discovered his control over metal until after he reached his new home, and by then he was already adept with technology. His control over metal helped him work on his damaged body, and the only time he was more thankful than learning about his powers was when his second father saved him. Following that day, he worked on both his technological skills as well as his metalworking skills, hoping to one day become good enough with both of them to start helping people.

Five years since then, Marcus lives his life in near silence, doing the work that needs to be done and filling his life with more work whenever possible.

:.The Proud.:

Blessed one

:.A Glorious Gift.:

Metal manipulation, not to be confused with Magnetic Manipulation. Using his mind, will, and movements of his body, Marcus can bend metal to his will. Over the years, it has gotten even stronger, but even Marcus has his limits. Certain metals are harder to control than others, and due to how his arm functions, he is always using his ability to move his arm, even though is seems nearly completely natural now.

Incredible talent for Metalworking and technology.

:.What I Have On Me.:

(Equipment and weapons your character uses.)

:.Who I Know.:

(Your relations to the other characters. )

• Ravenia - Has known for most of his life, and has always served her as the gatekeeper and a faithful confidant.
• Item B
• Item C

:.Blood.:

(Your character's family members. Alive and/or Deceased)

• Issac Halloway (Father, deceased)
• Naomi Chow (Mother, deceased)
• Shay (Unknown)
• Jacob Sines (adoptive father, grandather figure, alive)

:.Behind The Scenes.:

Marcus's left arm is entirely made of metal, from pieces in his shoulder to the tips of his steel fingers. His shoulder blade, shoulder, and even parts of his ribs and collar are metal as well. Even biological organs were replaced by mechanical ones, blurring the line between man and machine.

Cynthia

:.Born As.:

Cynthia Gladwyn

:.What You See.:

"Cut, cut cut... stab, stab, stab, hee. hee. hee."

_{Cynthia stands at five feet and four inches tall, weighing in one hundred and twenty pounds. Cynthia hides her thin body underneath two layers of clothing, the outside one large and loose to disguise her stature, and the inside one to actually cover her body. Her body is littered with tattoos, her favorite of them all being the one surrounding her right eye, looking like the side of her face was mutilated. The sticky note above her eye is sewn into her beanie so it doesn't fall off. She is heterochromatic. Her left eye is hazel while her right is green.}

:.Also Known As.:

Cynth.
The hotter Sniper Wolf (Her nickname to herself)
The Eye.

:.Appear To Be.:

23? 24? 77? 9? Nobody can really tell.

:.The Doctor Said.:

Female

:.I Swing Towards.:

gunsexual

:.People Say.:

She is the loudest sniper on the face of the planet. She could talk for days and still hit her mark. Even though she loves talking, about guns, blades, and herself mostly, she knows when to shut up and focus. Sometimes, she will just start talking out of nowhere, her own version of zoning out while her mind wanders. its at these points where there's even less of a filter on her mouth than normal.

:.What I Like To Do.:

Hunting
Eating(!!!)
Cleaning her weapons
talking
sewing up new pieces of clothes for herself
telling bad jokes at inopportune times

:.Profession.:

Hunter, trader, comedian, sniper, Cynthia does what she can so survive out in the waste. She does it more for the people she's giving dead animals to than her pockets, but money and other goods certainly don't hurt her disposition.

:.The Past Was.:

Cynthia grew up in a small trading settlement, living among people who knew how to talk about anything and everything to get that good sell. Her mother owned a hunting shop while her father volunteered to teach the children of the town, using what he could get from the other traders and other settlements to use as teaching supplies.

Her mother taught her how to hunt from a young age, quickly noting her interest for sharp objects, pointy objects, and objects that would shoot someone's eye out.

learning smarts from her father, hunting from her mother, and talking from the town, Cynthia left her town at twenty to scour the waste for life, hoping to start her own settlement, or even find the mythical Paradise Land, which ever one would come first. She followed the caravans around and hunted for them, making a living for herself and using her ill-gotten booty to get cooler knives and upgrade her family sniper rifle.

:.The Proud.:

warrior

:.A Glorious Gift.:

Cynthia has a sharp eye, a steady hand, and a quick draw. While nearly perfect with a sniper rifle, Cynthia is also skilled with other guns and weapons, having grown up with them in her hands (almost quite literally).
The glorious gift of shitty jokes and the inability to hold a normal conversation.

:.What I Have On Me.:

-Gladwyn family sniper rifle
-twin six-shooters that take shotgun rounds
-Just why?
-throwing knives

:.Who I Know.:

(Your relations to the other characters. )

• Item A
• Item B
• Item C

:.Blood.:

• Renee Gladwyn
• Evan Gladwyn
• Old man schmidt

:.Behind The Scenes.:

some things seem to be a blank to her, even more blank than usual, but she tries not to dwell on them too much.

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

Marcus The Machinist

:.Born As.:

Marcus Halloway

:.What You See.:

"From the rise of the sun to... the rise of the next sun, I work to keep the city safe."

_{A general description of the character goes here. 1-3 paragraphs. Height, Weight, Describing things we can't see in the picture. Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, etc.}

:.Also Known As.:

The Gate Keeper
The Experiment
The Machinist

:.Appear To Be.:

Thirty Two

:.The Doctor Said.:

Male

:.I Swing Towards.:

Women with beating hearts

:.People Say.:

Marcus can be quite stubborn at times, and is known to but heads with people on several occasions. He dislikes it when people believe that they know more about technology than he does, and tries to make them back up their words when people say that they know more than he does. He wants only the best for people, and is willing to do everything in his power to try to move things back to the way they used to be long ago.

He's seen more than he wanted to, and lost more than that, but he continues every day as stubbornly as the one before.

:.What I Like To Do.:

There is no spare time for Marcus. He works day in and day out on the wall and the overall safety of the city, whether it be the wall itself, the vehicles, guns, armor, or anything else. The sunrise and sunset seem to be the only times in which he isn't working himself, and are usually when he passes out from exhaustion before getting right back to it.

:.Profession.:

Marcus is the aptly named Gatekeeper, the keeper of the gate and the monitor of the walls. Due to his special knowledge and abilities, Marcus also works on other things for the people, fixing what needs to be fixed and improving on what can be improved upon.

:.The Past Was.:

Marcus was born when his father and mother were traveling a fair distance from the Paradise Land. His parents were wanders who picked up whatever scraps they could and moved on. They had not anticipated his birth, and despite their thoughts, they kept him with them in their travels. Although their lives were much more difficult with a growing child, they did their best to help him, even if it meant that couldn't help themselves.

As the years passed, Marcus and his parents were attacked by a rather large group of wanders, wanting what they had and not feeling like leaving anyone alive. The group had meant to kill all three of them, but Marcus remained alive. He traveled for days on end with anything the other group had decided not to take. The young boy barely survived, but he learned from his late parents to take anything and everything available. He traveled far, but eventually he came to a stop. Another group of wandering bandits attacked him and let him go with an inch of his life, when he was found by someone who he later called his second father. The man took him to the Paradise Land and patched him up, using whatever technology he could to give the teen a working body.

He had never discovered his control over metal until after he reached his new home, and by then he was already adept with technology. His control over metal helped him work on his damaged body, and the only time he was more thankful than learning about his powers was when his second father saved him. Following that day, he worked on both his technological skills as well as his metalworking skills, hoping to one day become good enough with both of them to start helping people.

Five years since then, Marcus lives his life in near silence, doing the work that needs to be done and filling his life with more work whenever possible.

:.The Proud.:

Blessed one

:.A Glorious Gift.:

Metal manipulation, not to be confused with Magnetic Manipulation. Using his mind, will, and movements of his body, Marcus can bend metal to his will. Over the years, it has gotten even stronger, but even Marcus has his limits. Certain metals are harder to control than others, and due to how his arm functions, he is always using his ability to move his arm, even though is seems nearly completely natural now.

Incredible talent for Metalworking and technology.

:.What I Have On Me.:

(Equipment and weapons your character uses.)

:.Who I Know.:

(Your relations to the other characters. )

• Ravenia - Has known for most of his life, and has always served her as the gatekeeper and a faithful confidant.
• Item B
• Item C

:.Blood.:

(Your character's family members. Alive and/or Deceased)

• Issac Halloway (Father, deceased)
• Naomi Chow (Mother, deceased)
• Shay (Unknown)

:.Behind The Scenes.:

Marcus's left arm is entirely made of metal, from pieces in his shoulder to the tips of his steel fingers. His shoulder blade, shoulder, and even parts of his ribs and collar are metal as well. Even biological organs were replaced by mechanical ones, blurring the line between man and machine.

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

@VioletRoseGot it.

It'll be interesting. I was planning on sleeping after a long day, but this has me all fired up now. I'll get to working on a new CS.

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

@VioletRosefrom what I've ready up on, it's been five years since the rather eventful few days of Part One? I'd love to put Marcus back up there, but my only problem is Blox and Shay. Shay isn't my character, and she was pretty close to Marcus, so I'll have to do some toe-stepping in that regard. Even more so considering that her last post was on Part One of this shindig, and unless they got a new account and I'm not aware of it, has been off the guild radar since.

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

It's good to be back. It's just so... nostalgic. Man, Metronome, you guys. I'm getting all fuzzy from the memories. I still have the first one bookmarked!

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

We Are the Crystal Gems

Not sure if it's been addressed already but...

Carnelian=MTT

Transformers - One Shall Fall

@ShiningSectorI edited my post so Turbulence has a little more to react to. Prism is pretty sure that NS has it under control at this point.

We Are the Crystal Gems

Chal is totally not taking a page from Rock Lee.

Definitely.