The feint was easy to predict, and even easier to dodge. Leaping backwards, he easily stayed outside of the Medic’s reach. “So, within a year, you became a brown-nosing lapdog, for what? The off chance the Princess thinks she might want to have a relationship with you?” He asked, trying to file up the young man.
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Name: Marcus Fox Nicknames/Aliases: X-Men Code Name: The Rock Gender: Male Age: 19 Physical Description: Marcus is about six feet tall, and has an athletic build. He normally wears multiple layerswhen no training. Mutations: Geokinesis
Geokinesis is the ability of earth manipulation. However Marcus's goes beyond simply manipulating the earth. He can also make it apart of him. Revealing a couple subsects of powers. His earthen forms are only partial, similar to Tremor from Mortal Kombat. (I will be using him for refrence images to explain Earthen Forms)
The basic earthen form is the most basic form, as well as the most well rounded. It is the form that allows the most Earth Manipulation.
The metalic form is Marcus's most durable form. Able to whitsand most attacks, including energy attacks. Limited metal manipulation outside of himself. Weak to magnetism.
The Crystaline Form is a glass cannon as Marcus puts it. It has high damage output but is prone to shatteringThis form can pull crystals from the ground, or fire crystal shards. Able to refract lasers. Weak to sonics.
The Molten form is rarely used by Marcus. Molten rock is harder to maipulate. As such, the Molten Form has very high damage output, but Marcus has next to no control of the magma once it leave his body.
Personality: Marcus is shameless. He doesn't like people telling him what he can and can't do. Almost to the point that if someone tells him he can't do something, he will almsot definitly try and do it anyway. He is often finding himself in trouble, and often refusing to acknodlge how serious it is. He has a thing for regection and strong women. Nothing embrasses Marcus. Hell, one time he showed up to class naked, and just thought it was one of those dreams until he got sent to Malcom's office.
Background: Marcus was born in San Andres. His parents didn't want him. An unplanned teenage pregancy. She was religous and against abortion, so he was put in the system when he was born. Moving from foster home to foster hom for most of his childhood, had done a number on him. He did things he regreted when he was sixteen, getting involved in crimnal netowrks that nearly ended hiim up in juvy. After his powers emerged, when he was seventeen, he broke away and never looked back. Managed to bribe a support worker to have him transfered out of state with the money he stole from the gang. It didn't get much better for the next year. After which, they threw him to the curb, where he had to look after himself. Thats when he found the Ashford Institute for the Gifted.
Recap of your mutations awakening: Everyone thought it was just a regular earthquake. When they found Markus, they thought he should surely be dead, but he as fine. Miraculaly the building came down in a bubble around him.
"So, Lapdog, let's see what you got." The more experienced knight smirked. It wasn't one of arrogance, sure the kid was ten years younger, but youth meant speed. Speed he had to be wary of. Even if the magic core in his chest more then negated it. It was the smile of someone with a plan. "There is a difference between brown-nosing and respect, the difference is whether it's warranted. The Princess was born into her position of power, if she wants my respect, she can earn it. That goes for you too. I won't respect you, just because you used to snuggle with her when you were kids."
"You're gonna fight with a dagger?" He asked, giving the sword in his right hand a proper spin. The blade a blur. "Your call I guess." He took a step back. He held the sword in his right hand, low and close to his body. His torso tilted towards his own weapon. "So, how far do you want to go? First blood? Till surrender? The first person, to hit the ground loses?" He said as he began circling the Medic.
"'Barbarian?' No, I don't criticise people on their past. I merely comment on their merit. I honestly admire how quickly you got to the Princess's Personal Court." He said. He walked out into the courtyard, but before he did he turned to the Medic. "I mean, I would, if you weren't such a suck-up." He left and waited for the Medic to follow him out for the dual. He lazily swung the Goblin Sword, trying to get used its the weight. It was tip heavy. Good for slashing. Carried momentum well. He gave it a casual spin in his hand.
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