Post by Marc Regan on Aug 13, 2008 21:26:39 GMT -5
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>> and let's add some random shit.
name;; Katie
age;; 17 years old
experience;; 6 years
time zone;; 5 Eastern
password;; NO PASSWORD FOR YOU!
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name;; Marc Regan
nicknames;; Changeling
age;; 19
date of birth;; April 28th, 1989
species;; Human
year;; Junior
sexual orientation;; Straight
occupation;; student
face claim;; None
general appearance;; Marc is a solid 6'0". He weighs in at 175 pounds, but he's never been satisfied with his weight. His hair is a natural blonde color, and he makes it a point to keep it tousled at all times. He hates having neat, short hair. Though it's hard to tell through his loose clothes, he has a six pack and a fantastic build overall. Lifting weights will do that to you.
His eyes are a deep brown, complimenting his relatively pale skin. He normally wears loose tee shirts and jeans, though it isn't uncommon to see him sporting shorts or long sleeved shirts. He's flexible when it comes to clothing. His favorite accessory, however, is a ring his ex girlfriend gave to him when they first started dating. He keeps it on his right hand, and he takes it off every now and again, but he feels better when he wears the silver band.
general personality;; Marc is a relatively calm guy. He's got a go-with-the-flow attitude most of the time, but when he feels threatened or challenged, he doesn't hold back. He is proud of his ability, though he does his best to hide it from the public.
When it comes to relationships, Marc thinks of himself as experienced. Sure, he's got a lot to learn, but he's been there and done that. Well, not that, per se, but he's had his fun. And he's always looking for a new relationship. Maybe one that will stick.
When it comes to socialization, Marc tries to keep things going smoothly. He keeps the mood just as it should be. If someone's upset, he stays solemn and tries to help. If everyone is in a good mood or needs to be cheered up, he's full of wise cracks and jokes.
likes;; Skateboarding
Weight-lifting
His ability
The mountains
His home
Food
dislikes;; Cruel comments
Fun suckers
studying
science
fears;; Transforming into an animal and not being able to change back
Skydiving
quirks;; He chews on his lip when he's nervous
secrets;; He still loves his ex girlfriend
magyck;; Shape Shifter
family members;; John Regan-Father
Anali Regan-Mother
Robert Regan-Older Brother
history;; Marc was born in France, the second child of John and Anali Regan. Life was good, at least in his opinion. His parents got along, he and his brother were good friends, he did great in school, and he always had fun. Yep, life was awesome. At least, it was while he was in elementary school. Once he reached the equivalent of America's Middle School, things got a bit rough. His father was transfered to a job in Germany, forcing the family to move to the country.
Truthfully, Marc was terrified at first. What the heck was he supposed to do in Germany? Learn German? Come on. But not long after the move, Marc realized he was special. He could change into stuff. Beat that, France!
And so, while passing the days away by hanging out with his new friends, he passed the evenings practicing his ability. He would spend hours shifting into animal after animal, never growing tired of the game. Well, not mentally tired. The shape shifting wore him out, to put it nicely. To put it truthfully, more than three shifts in an hour knocked him out cold.
But it was all good.
Once he hit his high school career, things got a lot better. Girls flocked around his well-formed body, filling his schedule for weeks on end. Eventually, he was too busy with the ladies to practice his ability anymore. But he didn't mind. He had the rest of his life to do it.
Or so he thought.
When Marc turned 17, he met a beautiful black-haired girl. She was named Terri, and he knew she was the one. The two dated for a year, trading gifts on almost every date. They had the time of their lives, kissing by the lakeside. It all seemed too good to be true.
And Marc realized it was. One night, Terri wanted to leave early. She insisted upon it, refusing to give in no matter how touchy-feely Marc got. After much pleading, he let her go. She called a cab, and as he walked back into his house, she drove away. And then it dawned on him. There was someone else. There had to be. Never had she wanted to leave before dusk. And it was still only 4:30. There was another guy.
The next day, Marc's worst fear was realized. His girlfriend broke up with him. She admitted there was someone else, and she just didn't think it would work out between the two of them. Marc, not knowing what else to do, let her go. For two years he regretted ever saying goodbye. He folded into his shape shifting, staying in a single form for sometimes days at a time. And then one day he got the letter. The letter requesting he join some Academy.
He immediately accepted, rushing off before he could so much as blink. If a school could get him away from his ex girlfriend, he would go.
post sample;; This is a post from Second Chance Rescue. If you want me to send you the link or write a new post, I will.
The silhouettes trudged against the bitter cold, wrapped up in each other for protection. The silence enveloped them, keeping them solitary in the darkness. Winterbirds were silent as they made their way down the dusted trail, headed for absolution, even though they knew all they would find was more questions. Clouds of snow encircled the six legs as they continued down the hillside, the quiet broken only by a soft gasp when the boy fell, or a gentle nicker when a rabbit startled the grown filly.
The moon began to weep, her sleet tears cascading upon the two figures. They paused momentarily, silhouettes merging into one strangely-shaped form. A voice rose, singing a capella with the wind. It was gentle, nearly a whisper, but carried by the zephyr over the hillside and down to the frozen lake that lay ahead. It wasn't the world's most amazing voice, but it satisfied Aeolus. The breeze softened, allowing the chilled figures to move on once more. They trudged onward, the boy's voice again silent.
The pair reached the lake in chapeled solemnity. Shoeless hooves quickly skirted beneath the cover of a large Evergreen, while waterproof boots were replaced with ice skates. The boy's black jacket, combined with his deep brown hair stood against the frozen water as he made his way to the center of the lake.
The crystal sound of metal against ice pierced the so-long-surviving peace. Equine head bobbed up, watching her master move carefully along the water's surface. Auds were perked, always on alert should he fall. He had saved her life so long ago, and since then she had always been by his side, waiting to save his own. He skirted in a small circle, stumbling a bit but holding his own. The ice was thick now, the winter hardly started and already terrible. The sleet slowly turned to snow as the two figures breathed as one. All was well, for once.
Beginning to feel uncomfortable in the too-small skates, the teenager slid towards land. The small mare drew closer to him, nudging him as he hobbled onto the icy shore. For a moment, their eyes met and he smiled softly, the emotion almost too small to see.
Just think, The boy cooed, scratching the mare behind her ears. Just six months or so, and we'll be able to swim and have picnics here. You like picnics, don't you, my young diamond? The filly nickered lightly, resting her maw on his shoulder.
The boy kissed her lightly, his hand gently holding onto her mane to keep from falling. He lifted his left wrist slowly, glancing at his watch. He carefully pressed a small silver button on the side, making the face glow a soft aqua. One o'clock, huh? The boy mused quietly. Nicky's going to kill me for staying out late again. She's been so bossy since we came here, hasn't she Sarasi? He patted the mare's shoulder reassuringly. And to think I, the older one, am taking orders from her. But I certainly can't tell her no. I can hardly get a word out when I'm around people. Why is that? Tears had started to form now, the equine's soft tongue licking them away. It still hurts, you know. He whispered quietly. Does yours? His fingers gently traced over the scar on the filly's legs. Does it still burn? The horse didn't answer. She merely looked at him deeply, breathing in his comforting scent.
Minutes ticked away as the two sat quietly, undisturbed by the sound of the sleeping woods. Every now and again, a bird would fly overhead or a small snowhare would skitter by a few yards off, but the lake was mostly still. The boy had long since changed out of his skates by the time the pair began to walk on again. The small mare nickered earnestly as the pair started to walk around the frozen lake. The boy smiled lightly and unclipped her lead rope. Hooves took a few quick paces before the mare's giant head turned around. Eyes looked for assurance, and when they got it, the Percheron took off at a canter. Snow flew beneath her talons, illuminated only by the full moon and the scattered stardust.
The boy continued to walk at a steady pace, watching the silver bullet thrust her bulk around the ice. It wasn't long before the mare caught up with her owner, instantly skidding to a stop by his side. She waited patiently as he once again attatched the lead rope, taking her in one final circle before the pair rested at the head of the lake.
` the walls begin to shake!
>> and let's add some random shit.
favorite cereal;; Cocoa Puffs
If your member was confronted by a member of the living dead, what would they do? Act like the tough guy he is and defend himself then RUN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Deal or no deal?No deal. He's a risk taker, baby
