Clive Marshalls, District 6

[~Kayla~]

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Ladies and Gentleman, Introducing...

24 year old Clive Marshalls of District Six!

To save face / how low can you go
Talk a lot of game but yet you don't know
Static on the way / make us all say whoa
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I suppose it isn't possible that I'll be able to get away with a one word answer for any of this, right? You should know that I don't like talking, in fact I hate it. But I suppose I'll deal. So you want my appearance first? Fine.

I have short blackish brown hair. I usually spike it but if I don't then it lays flat to my head. When it's flat you can tell that it's quite curly. Those few people who've touched it have told me that it's like dog hair. Soft but coarse. I don't really care as long as it's clean. My hair, however, does nothing to distract from my unusually large ears that stick out. I always have black gauges in my ear lobes, medium ones. Unlike most people think I don't find anything wrong with my ears. They're just... there. Deal with it.

My face, in my opinion, is pretty average. I have a high forehead but somehow people tell me I pull it off. My eyes are an unremarkable dark brown and there's usually purple half moons under them. I don't sleep much. I have a mustache and a little goatee. I don't keep them in any kind of fancy 'do' and it's not thick or anything. I just hesitate to shave under my nose. Over all, I've been told I have a serious tough-guy face. What the hell does that mean?

I like to think that I'm pretty muscular. I mean... I do have a six-pack. It helps when I'm dealing with people, 'specially those who think they can intimidate me. Yeah right. I also have quite the number of tattoos. I have blue and red flames going out from my wrists like wrist bands. And then I have two skulls, one on each elbow. The right has a giant red flower and the left is wearing a bandanna. My whole back is covered by an intricate black and white tattoo with an alien-like orifice, two identical dragons and clouds. I like tattoos and each one of them has a meaning to them as well.

I dress just fine in my opinion. I like T-shirts and jeans though ripped is preferred. I also have a leather jacket that I wear when it gets cold, which it does a lot. I don't wear much jewelry but I have dog tags that have been passed down through my family. The writing's been rubbed away so I don't even know who they originally belonged to. I also have a necklace with a bear claw. That was given to me by my father before he passed away. I have a few other necklaces but none of them have any real significance. Is that good? Great, let's move on.

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Feel unload / final blow
We the animals take control
Hear us now / clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you

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Personality, eh? Well okay then... I don't like talking and I don't like people who spend their entire lives saying senseless drivel. It just irritates the hell outta me. If I have something ta say to you I'll say it in as few words as possible. Why waste my time otherwise? Another thing I don't do is lie. If I don't like you I'll make it perfectly clear. You only get the cold hard truth from me. If you want a lie - I don't know why you would - go find the President of Panem.

I also like vendettas and grudges. I hold them pretty tightly and for a long time. I don't see the point in forgiving. My biggest pet peeve is cheating. Whether it's cheating on me or cheating at a card game I'll get pissed and then... things go wrong. Very wrong. But I'll get to that later.

Now I'm not all... bad ass. I do care for some people. No special girl but I do have a sister and I've beaten the shit outta a few guys who've messed with her. I'm willing to do it again as well. I'm also a bit of an alcoholic. I don't drink all the time it's just that when I drink I can't stop myself from drinking till I'm wasted. Good thing I only do it about once every two weeks. I also smoke weed but I don't do it as half as often as I drink. That's more of a pleasant hobby.

I suppose I should mention I like breaking the law. Namely breaking and entering. I enjoy the feeling of... adventure when I'm in someone's house and they have no idea that I'm there. Needless to say I can pick any lock you give me. I also like 'living on the edge.' Mainly, I'll do anything asked of me as long as there's some amount of danger. A boring and uneventful life just doesn't appeal to me.

I also have a friend. Well, he's not really a friend. More like a second influence that resides in my head. He only comes about when I'm pissed (which, with my temper is a lot of the time). He influences me, tells me what to do. I try to resist, I really do. But he always seems to win. And that's when people get hurt. I guess you could call me crazy, insane. Just you wait. I'll come for you too. That's a promise.

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Get down
And obey every word
Steady getting mine if you haven't yet heard
Wanna take what I got / don't be absurd
Don't fight the power / nobody gets hurt

So now you want to know my history? I wasn't aware you were gonna want to know everything. Oh well, it isn't terribly long anyways. (ooc- what a lie!!)

I was born on July 27th 24 years ago to Jackson Marshalls and Vannessa Anne. You see, my parents weren't married. Well... that's not technically true. My mom was having an affair with my dad while she was married to someone else. Big scandal and everyone knew about it. Two days after my birth, or so the story was told, my mom was kicked out of her husbands house and she had nowhere else but Jacksons to go. I think that's why she'd always been so cold towards me.

I was a mistake and everything my mother did when she was around just proved that. She never really 'nurtured' me, just raised me and then left me to fend for myself. I guess I resented it. Who wouldn't? The times when my anger at her was stronger were when I was with another family and I saw how a 'real' mother acted. I was ashamed of my mum but I was also annoyed with her. It wasn't my fault that I was born, now was it? Needless to say my dad was my favorite. He actually cared about me and mentored me, teaching me about his science. The dog-tags I have were his and he gave me them on my 10th birthday. I've worn them ever since. I actually loved my dad and I still miss him today.

When I was eleven my mother had finally had enough. People still looked at her when they saw her walking down the street. Occasionally she'd even see her ex-husband walking around, holding hands with another, prettier, non-pregnant woman. As my father told me she'd always been emotionally unstable and one day she just fell to pieces. I found her after school that day, dead as a door nail. She'd hung herself with one of dad's ties. I didn't shed a single tear. My life didn't change much after her death either. Why would it?

My father seemed to take my mother's death harder than I did. He just wasn't the same after the suicide, a little bit more depressed, a little quieter. Whatever it was, I noticed it and, strangely, I was almost offended by it. I'd thought my father had felt the same way about my mother as she did about him. He was just a tool to her, someone she could use for things like a house and food. She didn't love him. I'd always been sure of that.

I suppose I'd always been a good student. I always tried to be anyways, so as not to disappoint my father. I really didn't like it when he wasn't happy. Somehow, in my childish brain, I always blamed myself for it. Then a terrible disaster miracle happened and my father became his old self again. You see, two years after mother committed suicide my father started dating this chick named Isabelle. She's pretty enough I guess. I dunno, I never really liked her. She reminded me of my mom.

Then, when I was 14 the two got married under forced circumstances. Dad had gotten Isabelle knocked up just like my mom. As soon as the baby, my little sister Jordana, was born I was ignored by my family. Sure my father still tried to take an interest in me but why would he? He had the perfect daughter. She was cute, innocent, not abandoned by her mother.

I started going out more, hanging on the streets. It wasn't too long before I was a full blown alcoholic. I also smoked weed and occasionally had shrooms. It was my way of rebelling against my step-mother who'd suddenly morphed into the evil step-mother that hated her step-kid. My father slowly started disappearing from my life but he still cared for me... I think. He somehow convinced my mother to let me stay in the house. I suppose it was unneeded 'cause I was hardly home those days anyways.

Weirdly, the one I turned to was Jordana. She wasn't really that bad, as a little kid anyways. It wasn't her fault her mom's a total bitch. I sometimes stopped by, maybe even spent the night in my room, just to see her. She's always had a smile on her chubby little face, one that could melt butter. I still love her to this day, still stop by to say hi.

My life continued like this till I was 18. I was now basically an outcast in my school and so I dropped out, taking to the streets almost full time. I became a drug dealer, making whatever I could. I got basically nothing from my dad. My step-mom had taken all the fight out of him, turned him into her personal servant. He was no longer my father, just like my mom had never really been my mother. Then one day my dad came and found me on the streets. He was almost in tears as he told me he loved me. Then he gave me the bear tooth necklace and walked away. I was shocked and confused. I didn't follow him though. I've regretted that ever since.

The next day I found out that he'd committed suicide, hung himself just like my mother. This time I cried. I cried for quite a while. Then I got myself so high I can't even remember the rest of that night. After that my house was no longer my home. My step-mother had the locks changed and she hid the keys in a different spot. I still occasionally stopped by to visit Jordana, but only when I know her mom isn't there.

I was now on the streets full time and became your regular, every day hooligan. It was around this time that I discovered my love for stealing stuff and evading the ever-present PeaceKeepers. I owed someone some money and I couldn't get it. Some idiot had left their door open on their house and I pounced, stealing all the jewelery I could see. Soon I was stealing all the time and living a relative life of luxury because of it.

Get down
And I'm running it like that
The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at
Somewhere in between the kick and the hi hat
The pen and the contract
The pitch and the contact
So get with the combat / I'm letting 'em know
There ain't shit you can say to make me back down no
So / push the button let the whole thing blow
Spinning everything outta control
Now everybody go

Codeword: muttations

Notes *scratches head* His history just sort of exploded out. I like it!! *grins very wide* This is my best app by far!! Ever!!!!!! ok, now I'm done...

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[~Kayla~]

Even if it's deemed acceptance worthy I'm sure it still could improve. Do you, the inspector, have any suggestions?"

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Just.. what? He's amazing! "I also like vendettas and grudges." That is so win I can't even describe how amazing it is. xD You don't have to change anything, but just remember that it's not always necessary for an interesting character to have an ornate past. It doesn't have to be so complicated. Oh, and accepted!

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