Post by professor mark reed on Apr 14, 2009 16:42:41 GMT -5
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Mark Alexander Reed
mask of deception;
[/font][/size]full name; Mark Alexander Reed
nickname(s); Snake Man (keep in mind that he doesn’t like it)
age; 97
birthday; July 27
grade; professor, detention
species; demon – Naga, Sephet, whatever you want to call someone with a snake lower body and a scaled human torso
Venom – has a paralyzing venom that is capable of killing someone if he injects enough
Super strength
Strong, protective scales
Sharp claws
gender; male
sexual orientation straight
canon or original; canon
uncovering the truth;
[/font]personality;
To put it quite simply he is an asshole. He will go out of his way to make someone’s day just a little bit worse; no matter how bad their day was already. His ways may be subtle but effective or the can be extravagant to bring him the joy of someone’s suffering. He will stare down a student with his snake-like eyes, as if he is mulling over a particularly cruel punishment. If he knows that someone in detention is afraid of snakes, he will purposely stay in his demon form and try to hold a meaningless conversation with them.
He tries to make detention unbearable or at least so bad that no one will talk to him in the hallways unless he wants to talk. If he is having a bad day he will give the students something boring to do like copy down an entire book while he relaxes in his demon form. In an ideal situation he wants no one to be in detention so he will get paid to do absolutely nothing. However, he does enjoy running detention and wouldn’t want to do anything else, well anything legal.
He is well aware of the games, and likes to ponder if some of his tactics are still used, even if it’s just from time to time. He enjoys the fact that the games continue and is actually happy that the humans are normally picked. He gets really pissed off if you try to insult him and will tear you down psychologically and if you give him the opportunity he will attack you physically. One thing you do not want to do to him, is to piss him off because he will get you back worse than you could even imagine.
likes;
Demons
Sex
Hurting people
Screwing with people
Running detention
Girls
That he was on the Execution Squad
Rock music
Being what he is
Smoking
Drinking
His demon form
dislikes;
Being out of the game
Freshmen
Rap
Vegetarians
Humans
The cold
Chick flicks
Crowded areas
Being surrounded by humans
Health nuts
fears;
Being killed
Being changed into a human
The games being turned on him
habits;
Smokes
Rattles tail when annoyed
Sleeps on his desk when no one is there
flaws;
Cocky
Proud
Stubborn
time machine;
[/size][/font]parents;
Joshua Franklin Reed - demon - 136
Elizabeth Johnson Reed – demon - 124
siblings; none
kids; none
pets; he’s not really into the whole caring for animals thing
hometown; Portland, Oregon
personal history;
He was born to two, equally sadistic demon parents in a small hospital just outside of Portland. He went to an elementary like most normal children though he was far from normal, he was much more aggressive and dark than the other children but knew when to back off. He would notice when a teacher was about to snap and saw a few smooth words that would bring them back down. He knew that pissing off those above him wouldn’t get him anywhere; he had to develop a stealthier way. His ways didn’t change through out his pre-high school career if they didn’t heighten.
He always knew he was a demon but he also knew he wouldn’t develop his true form until he was around 13 or 14. He resented that fact for if he had been able to use his powers he would have been able to kill those that dared to cross him. In retrospect if he had been able to do those things he would have been very sloppy due to his immaturity and lack of thought. However, during the summer before heading off to high school he finally advanced to his demon form and spent the rest of the summer training his skills, he wanted to be ready for whatever they threw at him.
When he arrived at Forevermore he quickly learned of the Execution Squad and was intrigued with the idea of kidnapping someone, taking them to a pre-arranged location, killing them however the killer decided, and it being perfectly acceptable. He viewed it as the perfect way to live out his sadistic fantasies without being put away for a long time. So when he was asked to join his freshman year he immediately accepted and got to work, watching for people, preferably humans, to slip up so he could bring them in. He excelled in the stealthy capture and brutal murdering of anyone who was unlucky enough to get in his sights.
He dreaded the day he had to graduate and leave the Squad but when it came he left quietly, deciding that trying to resist would lead people thinking he was in the Squad, only a Squad member would not want to leave the murderous high school. He figured that if he made too much noise about being on the Squad the new Squad would come after him and try to kill him, and he didn’t want that. He died a little on the inside though when he had to give up the squad; it had become a part of him. After school he spent a few years wandering around the world before he came up with a perfect idea. He went back to Forevermore and applied for the job of detention supervisor, not bad for a demon who enjoys others misery.
On quiet days he likes to roam the halls, trying to pick out Squad members in the crowd by studying them. He picked up a few things on the Squad and one that he was particularly good at was noticing the small things people did. He thinks he can notice the small things people do that would hint to them being a cold-blooded member of the deadly Squad.
mirror, mirrror;
[/size][/font]hair; black
eyes; green
weight; 171
height; 6’ 2”
tattoos; yeah, a lot, including a full arm one
piercings; no
anything else; not really
play by/face claim; Ville Valo
underneath the mask;
[/size][/font]your name; Mark
age; 15
other characters; none
where did you find us? ad
secret word; Give me back my face!
rp sample;
Malachy was ecstatic about his current location, mainly because of it's distance from the gate. In West Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is were I spent most of my days he thought, laughing at himself. He just came out of a clothing store and was wearing a rather nice shirt with some jeans. Nice he thought looking at his reflection in a window It set me back a bit though He could pick up a job bar-tending or temping or something like that but he just didn't enjoy to. Mugging someone would be so much easier he reminded himself But I don't feel like taking that risk right now Oh he had calmed down, but not enough to start making stupid decisions. One of the reasons he got thrown back to Hell last time was because he had lost his temper and threw a man onto a wall and threw a dozen razor blades at him. Needless to say that the Hunters took notice and decided it would be a good idea to exorcise him, but he didn’t go without a fight. He had almost killed them but they had tricked him into a devils trap before sending him back to Hell. Lucifer wasn’t happy with him about that; he had to assist torturers on the Rack for twenty earth years.
He walked through the thick crowds, feeling like a sardine, but also feeling safer. No one would call him out in the middle of a bunch of mortals. People were so panicky when it came to something they thought didn't exist. Though some think demons exist he thought But they wouldn't think they would ever see one He knew that even showing his white eyes would spark a riot and some half assed attempts of hunters. He was rather happy with his host right now and having to leave it would suck. He just spent a bunch of money on clothing this body and having to take over a hobo would set him back. Of course he could just posses some billionaire, but people would take notice when he left for no reason, no one cared if a hobo vanished.
He ducked into an alley and pulled out his carton of cigarettes, he somehow took up the habit. He pulled one out and stuck it in-between his lips before lighting it. He took a long drag, pleasantly exhaling a long cloud of smoke. "This is a good day" he sighed, closing his eyes "Hadn't had one of these for a while" His eyes popped open when he sensed something around him though, something that had some power.
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