Post by marv on Mar 21, 2012 15:30:08 GMT -5
Full Name: (Assumed/Original) Marvin Hart
Estimated Age: 36
Personality: Marv is...Marv. To describe him would to be to describe the very opposite of society, but it can be done. Growing up, he was subjected to the harsh realities of the ghetto in America. Kids bullied him for his strange look, and his height. As well, he was a momma's boy, so this gave the older kids more incentive. This gave him violent tendencies as he got older, but he was always at heart a good kid. Of course, he had a healthy respect for the ladies, and was always kind to them. To his friends, which were so few in number you can count them on one hand, He was especially loyal, and over the years more and more of the kids from the Projects learned to respect him. He held his own.
When he went to war, his violent outbursts finally showed themselves. He was already scared of nature, due to a past encounter during a summer camp, but he didn't care. The nightmares were second to the bloodlust he had with a gun in his hand. He was shot a few times, but never did it kill or even come close. He was even cut, but these wounds only made him more angry, and he proved to be quite the madman, at least on the battlefield. After the war, he returned home and developed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. This only furthered his anger boiling inside, and he also developed a natural instinct in his gut. Its a chilling sense, and when he feels it, trouble is ahead. He was given medicine to treat this condition, and he keeps to it, afraid he may actually go insane one day.
Marv is not dumb, nor is he exceedingly smart. He wasn't the best in school, preferring to get by on hard work and sheer luck, but he has a great sense of well...common sense. He can also sense when someone is lying to him, or at least often he can. When dealing with any issues fighting related, he is quick and fearless, using his size and skill to pummel opponets. He is very bloody, enjoying himself when he can in fights, but knows when to stop himself. As Dwight McCarthy said "He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield, swinging an ax into somebody's face". He wasn't meant to be in this time, so he sticks out for all the wrong reasons. Which is good, as he uses this to help protect the gals at Kadie's.
Outfit: Black Trench Coat (leather), White Tank, Black Jeans, Black Combat Boots
Quote: “...and when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him."
Quick Backstory to sum up the character:
Marv was born in Basin City, in the Projects. His mother was a factory worker, and his father left them, presumably in the pursuit of money. He had a tough life growing up, his mom struggling day by day, and his own loneliness at home every day alone. There was no caretaker, so his mother took care to muffle his screams as he lay there crying when he was a baby. She fed him as best he could, and used little energy and gas so she could afford to. After about 12 years, his mom got sick and so they moved. He left the Projects with alot of allies there, and he had earned their respect. He was also considerably more tough than those he met in Middle School and High School, thanks to the many rough characters he had grown up around.
He became friends with a retarded kid named Chuck quickly. Since Marv was tough, and had alot of common sense, Chuck believed he was a genius (far from the truth...or is it?). During one of his many nights wandering the streets, he found a dead kid's gun. It was a .45 Springfield Armory M1911A1 pistol to be exact, and he named it Gladys after one of the sister's at his shcool. Later, his mother sent him to Summer camp, but the whole time he spent in caution and fear. He hated nature and trees for some reason, and just couldn't stand it. Well, after a few tumultous years in High School, full of fighting and bullying from the "cool" kids, he got old enough to enlist in the Army. They didn't care how he looked, just how he worked. He was sent to Korea, and there he was able to fully let loose all his rage.
He killed Korean after Korean, and even though he'd be hurt, wounded, cut, and damn near killed, he kept going. He was a tank, and his size only grew as he stayed. Still, he was fighting in a heavily forested area, and nightmares were bound to happen. This combined with his bloodlust, made for a very traumatic experience. He came home a changed man, with his own inner demons, but he still had Gladys. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was a well known accompaniement of men who went to war, and Marv was one of the unlucky ones. He served again in Vietnam, proving the nation's dire need for men, sending him even though he had PTSD. Here he gradually became worse, but at the same time, he began to get bored of simply shooting the Cong. Sometimes, when they captured, the Officers would let him play with the prisonsers until they talked, or at least mumbled. He was sent home after one year, even more hardened by his time.
After committing a murder for some man spitting on his uniform, he was sent to Prison. He was in for four years, and was releases on parole for "good behavior", since the war had taken many potential criminals. His parole Officer was a woman named Lucille, stunningly attractice, kind, and unfortunately a lesbian. Marv once suggested he would get a cure for her lesbianic tendencies, but she only punched him. He sure felt stupid after that. It was during this time Marv developed a "cold feeling" in his stomach when danger was near. It was useful, extremely useful. After prison, the streets became Marv's new home, and he quickly became a legend.
He did what he did best, killed thugs and bad guys, never shying away from cracking a few skulls too. He made some friends, ones that counted, and more than a few enemies. He saved Kadie, owner of Kadie's Saloon, from a few men who had threatened her. She promised him free drinks in return, to which he put to use alot. He also helped out Nancy Callahan, a damn good dancer at Kadie's, when a frat boy tried to rough her up. He straightened him out but good, ensuring her safety when she danced. He became her guardian angel, and she would always help him when he needed it. He never had a job either, but he got around on foot and on beating up thugs. Most coats he got too were from his victims, if they could fit him. He didn't like to get blood on them, and was careful about how they looked.
During a rare snowstorm
Finally, include at LEAST 2 pictures:
Estimated Age: 36
Personality: Marv is...Marv. To describe him would to be to describe the very opposite of society, but it can be done. Growing up, he was subjected to the harsh realities of the ghetto in America. Kids bullied him for his strange look, and his height. As well, he was a momma's boy, so this gave the older kids more incentive. This gave him violent tendencies as he got older, but he was always at heart a good kid. Of course, he had a healthy respect for the ladies, and was always kind to them. To his friends, which were so few in number you can count them on one hand, He was especially loyal, and over the years more and more of the kids from the Projects learned to respect him. He held his own.
When he went to war, his violent outbursts finally showed themselves. He was already scared of nature, due to a past encounter during a summer camp, but he didn't care. The nightmares were second to the bloodlust he had with a gun in his hand. He was shot a few times, but never did it kill or even come close. He was even cut, but these wounds only made him more angry, and he proved to be quite the madman, at least on the battlefield. After the war, he returned home and developed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. This only furthered his anger boiling inside, and he also developed a natural instinct in his gut. Its a chilling sense, and when he feels it, trouble is ahead. He was given medicine to treat this condition, and he keeps to it, afraid he may actually go insane one day.
Marv is not dumb, nor is he exceedingly smart. He wasn't the best in school, preferring to get by on hard work and sheer luck, but he has a great sense of well...common sense. He can also sense when someone is lying to him, or at least often he can. When dealing with any issues fighting related, he is quick and fearless, using his size and skill to pummel opponets. He is very bloody, enjoying himself when he can in fights, but knows when to stop himself. As Dwight McCarthy said "He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield, swinging an ax into somebody's face". He wasn't meant to be in this time, so he sticks out for all the wrong reasons. Which is good, as he uses this to help protect the gals at Kadie's.
Outfit: Black Trench Coat (leather), White Tank, Black Jeans, Black Combat Boots
Quote: “...and when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him."
Quick Backstory to sum up the character:
Marv was born in Basin City, in the Projects. His mother was a factory worker, and his father left them, presumably in the pursuit of money. He had a tough life growing up, his mom struggling day by day, and his own loneliness at home every day alone. There was no caretaker, so his mother took care to muffle his screams as he lay there crying when he was a baby. She fed him as best he could, and used little energy and gas so she could afford to. After about 12 years, his mom got sick and so they moved. He left the Projects with alot of allies there, and he had earned their respect. He was also considerably more tough than those he met in Middle School and High School, thanks to the many rough characters he had grown up around.
He became friends with a retarded kid named Chuck quickly. Since Marv was tough, and had alot of common sense, Chuck believed he was a genius (far from the truth...or is it?). During one of his many nights wandering the streets, he found a dead kid's gun. It was a .45 Springfield Armory M1911A1 pistol to be exact, and he named it Gladys after one of the sister's at his shcool. Later, his mother sent him to Summer camp, but the whole time he spent in caution and fear. He hated nature and trees for some reason, and just couldn't stand it. Well, after a few tumultous years in High School, full of fighting and bullying from the "cool" kids, he got old enough to enlist in the Army. They didn't care how he looked, just how he worked. He was sent to Korea, and there he was able to fully let loose all his rage.
He killed Korean after Korean, and even though he'd be hurt, wounded, cut, and damn near killed, he kept going. He was a tank, and his size only grew as he stayed. Still, he was fighting in a heavily forested area, and nightmares were bound to happen. This combined with his bloodlust, made for a very traumatic experience. He came home a changed man, with his own inner demons, but he still had Gladys. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was a well known accompaniement of men who went to war, and Marv was one of the unlucky ones. He served again in Vietnam, proving the nation's dire need for men, sending him even though he had PTSD. Here he gradually became worse, but at the same time, he began to get bored of simply shooting the Cong. Sometimes, when they captured, the Officers would let him play with the prisonsers until they talked, or at least mumbled. He was sent home after one year, even more hardened by his time.
After committing a murder for some man spitting on his uniform, he was sent to Prison. He was in for four years, and was releases on parole for "good behavior", since the war had taken many potential criminals. His parole Officer was a woman named Lucille, stunningly attractice, kind, and unfortunately a lesbian. Marv once suggested he would get a cure for her lesbianic tendencies, but she only punched him. He sure felt stupid after that. It was during this time Marv developed a "cold feeling" in his stomach when danger was near. It was useful, extremely useful. After prison, the streets became Marv's new home, and he quickly became a legend.
He did what he did best, killed thugs and bad guys, never shying away from cracking a few skulls too. He made some friends, ones that counted, and more than a few enemies. He saved Kadie, owner of Kadie's Saloon, from a few men who had threatened her. She promised him free drinks in return, to which he put to use alot. He also helped out Nancy Callahan, a damn good dancer at Kadie's, when a frat boy tried to rough her up. He straightened him out but good, ensuring her safety when she danced. He became her guardian angel, and she would always help him when he needed it. He never had a job either, but he got around on foot and on beating up thugs. Most coats he got too were from his victims, if they could fit him. He didn't like to get blood on them, and was careful about how they looked.
During a rare snowstorm
Finally, include at LEAST 2 pictures:
