Post by CAPTAIN MARQUIS on Jul 19, 2013 1:39:47 GMT -5
marquisjuelzesperanza
[/b], yep so please call me that from now on. i've got seven years birds flying round my head and they don't half get annoying but when you've been around for AGE years you get used to it. have you heard about no one else, 'cause they are right awesome so don't mess with me, 'cause i've read the rules and i say need more ale. so read my application yo!?! kthxbi.[/ul][/blockquote][/size]
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FULL NAME!?! - marquis julius esperanza
NICK NAMES!?! - captain marquis, capt’n juelz
AGE!?! - twenty-nine
OCCUPATION!?! - pirate king
MEMBER GROUP!?! - human
RELIGION!?! whatever perques him the most coin
MAGIC!?! - formerly alchemy (he no longer possesses the ability to utilize it)
SEXUALITY!?! - while he's done countless things in the name of coin marquis would officially classify himself as heterosexual
GENDER!?! - male
PLAYED BY!?! - alex pettyfer
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LIKES!?! -
DISLIKES!?!
GOALS!?!
FEARS!?! -
STRENGTHS!?!
WEAKNESS!?!
OVERAL!?! -
marquis is probably the most complicated individual you’ll ever have the ‘privilege’ of meeting. to put it simply he isn’t a good person by any means. if there was one person that was completely and utterly out for himself and no one else in this world it would be him. completely and utterly ruthless marquis will do next to anything if it’ll ensure that his goals are met. with that said however marquis isn’t completely heartless, while he hates next to everything except for coin in the world there is one thing marquis can’t bring himself to dislike. children; completely and utterly innocent, undeserving of the cruel world they were born in marquis though selfish, conniving and various other things that needn't be said can’t bring himself to harm a child.
now that’s not to say he isn’t without his limits. for example while he doesn't necessarily hate them children of nobility don’t hold that special place in his heart as street urchins do; instead calling them prissy brats that aren’t worth his time and effort. speaking of nobility and royalty marquis hates them completely and utterly. in marquis’s opinion a man should be able to go out into the world and achieve anything he sets his mind to. instead in today’s day and age that’s impossible. if you’re a noble you’re guaranteed a free pass in life and if you’re royalty that free pass just upgraded to practically immunity to any type of hardship in life. because of this marquis takes careful note to focus his plundering on those who can afford to lose rather than prey on the weak.
this mentality doesn’t mean he's a robin hood by any means. what he steals is his own marquis isn’t about to give it to some undeserving peasant simply because his a peasant. what he finds his his and what he takes is especially his there is no anyone else involved.
being king of the pirates marquis is expected to be a leader something he doesn’t take lightly. to put it simply he loves his pirates, they’re family; and while his blown the head off a few family members throughout his lifetime marquis does genuinely care for each and every one of them as though they were blood. still being a pirate means sleeping with both eyes open and always being aware of one’s surroundings. while marquis does enjoy the company of his men that doesn’t necessarily mean he trusts them. all it would take is one poisoned cup of ale, poison coated coin coins or simple munity marquis is always aware and suspecting of betrayal.
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EYES!?! - for the most part they’re a vibrant shade of blue though at other times they’ll turn a more greenish turquoise color
HAIR!?! - often varying in length marquis’s shaggy dirty-blonde hair can be anywhere from cut short to hanging well past his ears
FACE!?! - despite being pirate king marquis possesses a rather boyish looking face
BODY!?! - tanned from his constant time spend in the sun his body is well toned though not obnoxiously muscular. to help ‘get into the role’ of whomever his personifying marquis will sometimes build up more muscle or starve himself to better look the part.
UNUSUAL!?! - scars from a variety of things litter his body from head to toe. last time he counted there were roughly fifty-two scars located on his body. also present is a tattoo of a cross on this right pec, a skull with crossbones on his back and various others whether it’s random courtesan’s names he tattooed on in drunken debauchery or beautiful goddesses and mermaids.
OVERAL!?! -
standing at a tall six feet and weighing roughly one-hundred forty-five pounds marquis is a slim but strong individual. he was never one for flashy clothing, perhaps it’s because of his rather beek upbringing or simply because a majority of said ‘flashy clothing’ was both uncomfortable and impractical in a fight. his casual attire consists of a loose cotton shirt, with black slacks and a sash around his waist carrying essentials such as water, small daggers such as dirks or even a sword if subtlety isn’t an issue. he’ll often adopt whatever clothing that’ll help him best fit in into whatever situation or area his in though if one thing is certain his never without his trusty captain hat and his necklace that’s a simple doubloon with a string of leather threaded through a hole on the coin.
MOTHER!?! - julia elmsworth , twenty-two, courtesan. (deceased)
FATHER!?! - theodore esperanza, fifty-five, noble (deceased)
SIBLINGS!?! - n/a
IMPORTANT!?! - n/a
FINALLY!?! -
marquis never knew his parents, his mother was a whore while his dad could have been anyone within the bloody kingdom. needless to say, he didn’t have the most prestigious of upbringings. his mother died giving birth to him while his dad was (once again) nonexistent, effectively making marquis a bastard. raised in a brothel his mother’s ‘associates’ took him in and began teaching by boy everything there was to know about surviving. whether it was how to handle a makeshift knife or how to spot someone of wealth a mile away these women would prove themselves to be one of the few bright lights in marquis’s otherwise dim life.
unfortunately there came a time where his life at the brothel came to an end. the brothel owner found marquis beat him half to death before tossing him out on the streets, telling him that if he were to ever show his face again he would be killed. marquis then watched as the women he considered to be his family be beaten as well for having kept such a secret from him. bloodied marquis stalked off but now before vowing to vengeance.
over the next few months marquis though keeping careful vigil on the women within the brothel who raised him spent most of his time doing whatever he could to survive. he lied, cheated, and stole to get what he wanted. years later at the age of sixteen marquis witnesses something truly disturbing. a public beating of a woman he quickly recognized as one of the ones that took him in as her own. enraged marquis threw himself at the man before recognizing the man as the one who owned the brothel. the two fought for several minutes before ending with marquis slitting the man's throat.
out of breath marquis noticed the frightened look the woman gave him as the looked upon the sixteen year old. “it’s true we hated him but he was all we had some of the girls here this life is all they know. he did abuse us, beat us and do many other humiliating things to us but he never killed us. something that can’t be said for many other brothels out there. with him gone someone else someone much worse will take his place. don’t you get it marquis we didn’t want to be saved.” needless to say marquis was stunned, so stunned that he didn’t even put up a fight when the city watch finally came to arrest him.
it was that day did marquis learn that evil always prevailed. no matter how good one’s intentions might be you’ll often at times cause more bad than good. it was also that day did marquis decide to live for himself not waste it on others. he doesn’t regret killing that man nor does he hold content towards the woman who in his eyes betrayed him for both taught him a valuable if not harsh lesson about life.
marquis spent four years in prison before luck finally decided to give marquis a break. a prison break! after using a makeshift lockpick marquis escaped from his cell and blended in with the mass who called themselves pirates. he didn’t know what it meant nor did he really care all marquis wanted was freedom! once outside the group quickly realized that they had one extra member. after bringing marquis to his knees the group began interrogating the twenty year old about why he followed them.
that answer was simple, “freedom.”
the group laughed saying that if he wanted freedom he shouldn’t have came along with them. and with that they rendered the boy unconscious. hours later marquis awoke to find himself on a ship a pirate ship to be exact. the man who would reveal himself to be the pirate king scar (for obvious reasons) explained that he was now part of their crew. they unknowingly sprung him so marquis was in their debt. crude logic but he wasn’t really in the position to dispute it.
like that marquis became a pirate. over the next nine years marquis was trained by the pirates to be one of the best. he learned a great number of things such as navigation, swordsmanship and how to handle a ship. he also learned of the infamous black armada a pirate fleet that once ruled the seas striking fear in the hearts of men. at the height of their power the black armada destroyed itself in a succession crisis once the pirate king (greybeard at the time) died.
this pirate ship the mona lisa was the last surviving pirate ship from that battle. a mighty frigate in her own right, despite her age still graces the sea just as easily as ships twice her junior. one day the crew came across the very thing scar had been searching for his entire life. the site of the black armada’s destruction, a giant ship graveyard. after finding the desired ship marquis and the others boarded the former pirate kings ship.
it wasn’t long before did they find their prize. the infamous black armada pirate crown. grabbing hold it marquis was surprised when the rotted floor beneath him gave away, sending the unexpecting man and the crown into the water. not wanting to lose the crown (or is first mate) scar dove into the water after him. it was strange. no matter how hard he tried marquis couldn’t swim to the surface he simply continued to sink! it wasn’t long after that did he realize that his body was stiffening. he was turning to stone!
marquis could only watch as he slowly sunk to the bottom of the sea before everything went dark. when he awoke marquis was once again on the mona lisa his body not stone but scar was nowhere to be found. the crew explained that scar sacrificed his life to drag marquis and the crown back to the surface but by doing so he doomed himself.
distraught marquis went to his scar’s quarters which were now his own. his journal explained everything. to become pirate king one had to possessed the black crown, a merfolk treasure stolen from them nearly a meleina ago. the relic was cursed to where should a person wear the crown and assume the role as pirate king they’ll be forever cursed to turn to stone should they ever be fully submerged in water. the journal also stated how scar knew this and had been grooming marquis to become the next pirate king after him.
this was the second time he lost someone important to him. but in the process marquis became something greater. with the black crown marquis officially declared himself pirate king and began the process of reforming the black armada. there was one thing that stood in marquis way the black crown signifying his claim to the throne was incomplete. the crown once possessed one of a king jewels that eventually made their way into the possession of the most powerful of hands within the four races. marquis needed those jewels. while no one would really dispute his title as pirate king without those five jewels his power would never be secure.
marquis had a new goal in mind. find those four jewels two within the human kingdom, one with the timeless elves, one with the dragons, one with the giants, and lastly one amongst the pirates most hated foe the merfolk. it was time to get to work.
so all lyrics used are credited too PARAMORE, thee best female fronted band in the world. everything else is credited to rawr_dinosaur at caution. don't steal this template or take the credit off, if you do i shall be forced to come and pull your eyes out with a spork!?! 'cause you know you love sporks!?! and they are the best extracting eyeballs.
