forum These Burns Of Mine (One on One. *Closed*)
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@Toxic_Persephone group

I had an idea for just a small little role play with my child Lighter. He’s ANGSTY as crap so be ready. Just kinda wanted to do an rp about him getting caught up a little too much into the gang and having to ‘punish’ someone for getting too close to the gang. That someone could be your character and as Lighter tries to gain your characters trust just to destroy them, he realizes he kinda enjoys your character’s company. For a long time, your character has no clue Lighter is in a gang.

Rules:

  1. Have fun!
  2. At least 3-4 sentences please! It keeps our story going.
  3. Gore might be a thing here soo Yeaaahh
  4. LIGHTER SELF-HARMS. TRIGGER WARNING RIGHT NOW.
  5. STALKERS ARE WELCOME!

You do not need to have a profile as detailed as Marcus Teague’s ^^’ he’s pretty fleshed out cuz he’s my little depressed child. Use this one below if you prefer the smaller. Or heck, if y’all don’t want to throw out character profiles ignore mine and let me know!

Character Profile
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality/Relationship Status:
Race/Species: |NOTE: If human state race/Skin color|
Powers: |NOTE: If applicable|
Appearance: |NOTE: Basics are good (hair color, usual clothing, etc.)|
Personality:
Bio: |NOTE: Whether short or long, I do wanna know what drives your character haha|

CHARACTER I WILL BE USING:
YOU DO NOT NEED TO READ ALL OF THIS

Name:

Marcus Teague

Other name(s):

‘Lighter’

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Race/species:

Full-blooded human

Blood type:

B-

Sexuality and relationship status:

Straight and Single

Nationality:

Irish living in America

Family:

Father: Thomas Teague - STATUS: Alive

  • “Please don’t do this. I lost your mother and I don’t want to lose you too.”
  • Abusive
  • 42-Years-old and counting
  • “No cigarettes in the house”
  • Loses temper fast
  • Likes to cook
  • Small and frail (but 6’3)
  • Red hair green eyes
    Mother: Audrey Velsper - STATUS : Deceased
  • “Oh dear…”
  • Patient
  • Curses a lot
  • Was 36 at death
  • “Calm down honey,”
  • Smoker since age 13
  • Enjoys movies
  • Lanky and fair (5’5 in height)
  • Brown hair and brown eyes

Brother: Lucas Teague - STATUS: Alive

  • “You’re ruining this family! Or what’s left of it…”
  • Hot headed like his grandfather
  • Afraid of bees
  • 22 and still living with his parent
  • “Cigarettes can kill you, ya know?”
  • Hates pop culture
  • Wears men’s cologne to mask his brother’s cigarette smell
  • Book worm
  • Lanky and pale (6’1 in height)
  • Dark brown hair and brown eyes (with glasses)

Companions:

None. But he does enjoy stray and feral cats. They follow him because he feeds them

Alliance(s):

The Silence, a gang run by the notorious Marx. Markus is his go to man for ‘getting rid of the evidence.’

Affiliation(s):

The Silence

Occupation/rank:

Gang member. Trusted second hand man to Marx

Appearance:

Skin colour:

Caucasian, tan but not dark.

Hair colour, type and length:

Messy short-haired curly ginger

Eye colour:

Green

Height:

5’9

Weight:

A whopping 144 lbs

Build:

Scrawny, narrow shoulders and thin features. Malnourished. Lanky.

General clothing:

Marcus always wears a brown beaten leather jacket. It was his grandfather’s, who served in many military operations. Under that brown jacket you will almost always find a baggy white t-shirt or a faded dark colored band shirt. His pants are always torn and beaten. He can’t afford new ones. Black military boots don his feet. They were also his grandfather’s when he was Marcus’s age.

Other:

Always carries a lighter that is seen in his hand or pocket. It is usually a plain silver in color and is lit when Markus gets stressed.

Powers and abilities?:

None.

Physical abilities:

  • Can remain calm under a lot of stress and pressure
  • Can focus for long periods of time
  • Hand to hand combat is Chicago-ghetto approved

Weapon(s) and items?:

  • Butterfly knife
  • Pistol
  • Lighter

Skill(s):

  • Mastered butterfly knife during his time in the gang.
  • Can hit a moving target with his pistol from 95 yards away.
  • Great at shanking people with a kitchen knife.
  • Leaves almost no trace after he ‘takes care of business’ for Marx (gang leader)

Strengths:

His small, lanky figure allows him to move quickly and accurately - when his twisted femur bone doesn’t get in the way.

He is dedicated and hardworking once he is given a task. This can lead to him doing anything to finish it.

He is resourceful and resilient to the things he gets called at school. (Or in any other setting)

Weaknesses:

Marcus is extremely hot headed and so can easily be set off.

He was surprisingly a mama’s boy before his mother died. Any mention of her death sets him off.

He has a birth defect in his left leg. He was born with a twisted femur bone. Because of this he limps and is in quite a lot of pain if he overworks it.

Personality:

Marcus Teague is brilliantly tactful when it comes to getting what he wants from people. He is highly aggressive and enjoys a good fistfight every now and then.

He is unusually harsh towards himself and others around him. His background as a gang member leads to his strong sense of skepticism towards anyone he doesn’t know. If he choses to trust you, you’d best try and keep that as safe as you can because he is a slight sociopath.

Marcus plays the violin more than he cares to admit. He is embarrassed by the fact that he has a soft spot for the musical side of life. Whenever he is stressed, however, he lights things on fire, his soft spot disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Often you’ll find him looking up Urban legends. He enjoys searching for those legends to prove them because he is a hardcore Cryptozoologist.

Marcus is a huge flirt but he has standards. If there is a woman anywhere near, he’ll show off or move to flirt with them. He often gets in trouble with Marx and his father for this. He has major issues with both Marx and his father.

Likes:

Fire
The dark
His mother
Drugs
Flirting

Dislikes:

The police
Marx
Mushrooms
Mice
His father

Bio/backstory:

Marcus was born in Ireland to an Irish father and an American mother. His twisted femur bone was shunned, and it often led to the kids at school bullying him. They moved to America to ‘find a better life for Marcus.’ This never happened. They settled in Seattle for a few years, living paycheck to paycheck. Times were tough, and since his mother was a hardcore smoker and drinker, it was difficult to find money to pay for her medical issues. By Marcus’s ninth birthday, his mother was diagnosed with Leukemia. She died within the next two years without treatment. Her death rocked Marcus to the core. He fell behind in school and became extremely depressed. He turned to drugs, smoking cigarettes his mother had left and eventually getting hooked. He doesn’t go a day without smoking now.

Marx was the first to find him when Marcus lit a small fire in the boy’s bathroom to get out of class. Marx promised a life that was better than what Marcus had. He offered him a spot in his gang, dubbing him the ‘executioner’ of the group. Marcus has never actually killed anyone, but he was in charge of burning the homes of people who get on Marx’s bad side. He felt no remorse for this, instead rising through the ranks in the gang, going from the lowest member to second hand man to Marx.

His father became upset over this, resorting to physical abuse. Lucas was spared this punishment because he did well in school. Marcus, however, was beaten whenever his father felt he was in a bad mood. Marcus became a source of stress relief for his father, beaten to the point of blacking out as often as he breathed. His cuts and bruises from the abuse were never hidden. He wore them openly, a deep frown always on his face.

Feats and accomplishments:

Marcus has been able to pick himself up a little from his life, and has even been thinking about leaving the gang. But he has yet to do anything brilliant or amazing.

@Hufflepuff_Girl

Name: Hope Leyer
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality/Relationship Status: Straight and single
Race/Species: Caucasian, Half human, half angel
Powers: Mind reading
Appearance: Very long, straight, strawberry blonde hair. Pale skin. Freckles. Athletic build. Usually wears sweaters with either jeans or leggings, with a scarf and converses.
Personality: Shy but sassy, competitive, loyal once her trust is gained, outgoing
Bio: Born in Scotland, both her parents are Scottish. They moved to America once Hope turned 15. She has 2 younger siblings and 5 dogs. Both in Scotland and America, Hope has lived on a farm, allowing her to ride horses. Her father is out on business trips a lot so she and her mother are mostly in charge of taking care of the farm.

@Toxic_Persephone group

Lighter had, to put it lightly, given up on his school day. He was so sick and tired of teachers asking about the many bruises, burns, and cuts on his face. Didn’t they understand he wanted to not talk about it? They weren’t a big deal. His father gave them to him everyday so it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did.

He had found himself a secluded corner of the school, resting against the wall and struggling to light a cigarette. No one ever wandered around this side of the campus. He had smoked here before. It wasn’t a surprise to find him there every now and then.

The first puff he took was bitter and yet strangely sweet. His mother had loved this brand for that sweetness. It was the reason he chose them. Sure they were harder to get and more expensive but they were a welcome reminder of the one person who had loved him.

He took another drag, sighing as he watched a few students wander about. They couldn’t see him so he wasn’t too worried. He judged their characters from afar.

@Hufflepuff_Girl

Hope and her best friend, Bella walked around the campus. Hope started wheezing.

"Are you alright Hope?" Bella asked, her tone full of concern.

"Someone is smoking. I can tell. My asthma usually isn't this bad." Hope coughed out.

"Do you need your inhaler?" Bella started rubbing her back. All hope could do was nod.

@Toxic_Persephone group

Lighter noted the two females, slightly curious as one seemed to pause for a moment. He bit his lip, tasting the blood from earlier that day. He thought he washed all of his nose bleed away. The cigarette was thrown on the ground and stomped out. His want for a cigarette had vanished at the taste of blood.

Lighter coughed, holding his burning chest. His body begged for more nicotine but he wouldn’t give it any. He was in a bad mood now. Why did it have to be him who was the cripple of his family? Why couldn’t it have been his brother? His perfect, nerdy brother.

@Hufflepuff_Girl

Hope inhaled the medication. She looked over and noticed a boy she had never seen before watching her and Bella. "Who's that?" She asked.
"Who's who?" Bella replied.
"The boy over there." Hope pointed him out.
"I have no idea." Bella looked at the boy.

@Toxic_Persephone group

The moment the two had seemed to notice him, Lighter looked down. He had been taught that to make eye contact meant a rather harsh beating. Even if he knew he could take the two small females, it still terrified him.

@Hufflepuff_Girl

Hope studied the boy's movements. He seemed shy and secluded. She was intrigued. She wanted to learn everything about the boy and his mysterious vibes.

@Toxic_Persephone group

He grew more and more uncomfortable under her gaze. He couldn’t help but to turn away slightly, shoving his box of cigarette back into his pocket. He growled under his breath, shivering.

Dont stare… his mind repeated that phrase a few times before he grew a little more comfortable. He glanced back at her, squaring his shoulders. Maybe he’d go talk to her.

@Toxic_Persephone group

For a moment, he hesitated. Could he talk to her looking so… intimidating? To hell with it. He could do it.

The wall towards her was rather silent and awkward. He rubbed at his neck nervously, stopping a few feet away from her. His eyes widened. Was this the girl Marx had mentioned last night? She matched the description… he hoped not. She was rather pretty. “A-Are you Hope?” He asked slowly, avoiding eye contact. He almost prayed she wasn’t the one.

@Toxic_Persephone group

He cursed under his breath, rubbing his face with both hands. “Sorry to bother you. I was curious if it was you or not… I think you were in my class or something? Maybe a study session?”

@Hufflepuff_Girl

"Ah yes, I believe so. The quiet Irish boy if I'm correct." Hope replied. She noticed he smelled like smoke. She made a mental note. Nicotine and despair

@Toxic_Persephone group

He nodded softly, taking a single step back. “I’m Lighter, but yes, that is me. Quiet Irish boy.” He wasn’t a quiet person. He was a scared person. Scared to speak and scared to be hit again.

Lighter ran a few gentle fingers across his scratched neck, awkwardly struggling to find more words. He glanced at the friend, a little worried of her presence.

“You’re the pretty Scottish right?” He asked Hope carefully, grinning at the small joke. He couldn’t chase her off yet. His words were carefully thought out.