RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST EIGHTEEN: WEEKS 10-17!]
06-02-2014, 01:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-02-2014, 01:00 AM by Mirdini.)
I've been coerced!
Marx, Redundancy
Username: Mirdini
Username: Local Area Network Key
Name: Mark, Other Mark, Big Mark, Mayrq, Mærk, Märk, Mahrk
Gender: Male, Male, Male, Unknown, Non-binary, Female, [REDACTED]
Species: Boring Human, Boring Human, Boring Human, Living tar blob, Human, Human?, [REDACTED]
Text color: The joke is they're all called mark.
Description: Mark is a scrawny toothpick of a man, with greasy hair, a serious acne problem, braces, the guy is a gargantuan nerd basically. He's decked out in a neat shirt and tie ensemble, ready for work at some place incredibly boring probably I don't know IT'S NOT IMPORTANT. Mark is very shy and introverted guy who just wants to get by unnoticed.
Other Mark is a well-built part time model/part time delivery-by-pushbike taco delivery man. He's young, real good looking, actually pretty down to earth and nice guy. Guy's sporting some exceedingly tight jeans and t-shirt to show MAXIMUM BRAWN. Has a strong case of Mysophobia. prooooobably won't factor into the situation though. Probably.
Big Mark is this big, giant, other synonym for big biker guy. He's bald, has a goatee, covered in tattoos featuring skulls and snakes and skull-snakes. He's wearing some hyper tattered jeans, a leather jacket labeled FULL STOP ANGELS on the back, cowboy boots; he's a walking giant stereotype okay. He is BARFIGHT: personified.
Mayrq (pronounced: Mark.) is a strange ooze like creature from a distant star system. They don't talk or hear. Instead they see sounds as a range of colours. They emit coloured vapors to communicate. Mayrq is actually a renowned thief in it's star system, it steals priceless jewels from the various star kingdoms and spreads the wealth to the poorer sub planets and moons. Mayrk has no eyes, ears, any discernable features really, it just looks like a blob of tar, about the size of a bread box. Mayrq is exceedingly sarcastic and a bit of a smarmy git, that probably won't come across too well.
Mærk is a tall, blonde and lanky fisherperson from the rocky Faroes, hailing from a long line of whalers who whaled like men and you’d better not forget it boyo. Dragged onto a whaling expedition at the age of 15 in hopes that it might ‘tough him up’, they were horrified by the experience and swore never to get on a whaling vessel again upon landing on solid ground. Upon finishing their schooling they cast about for a job that wouldn’t involve sailing (much less whaling) but ended up a hand on a small fishing boat; their parents wouldn’t hear of them leaving the islands to seek employment elsewhere in Europe. Mærk is thus sporting some remarkably warm and waterproof clothing as well as a variety of fishing accessories.
Märk seems like a perfectly normal gal at a glance, but ask three different people what she looks like and they’ll give you three different descriptions – short, stocky and red hair; tall, thin and black-haired; unremarkable apart from her bubblegum-pink ‘hawk. Strangest thing is no-one she runs into seem to notice these differences until she’s left the area, inevitably for good – at which point no-one can remember her name. As far as anyone can tell nothing’s missing or changed following her disappearance either. What she’s after seems to be as much of a mystery as her appearance.
Mahrk is a short, dark-skinned [REDACTED] do not make eye contact [REDACTED] no need to rely on hand-[REDACTED] compact and powerful , tail a particular [REDACTED] may attempt to impersonate law enforcement [REDACTED] highly developed senses and stealth skills [REDACTED] use of lethal force authorized upon detection [REDACTED]
Bio:
So.
As it turns out, soul mates are a thing. An invisible bond that binds a select few individuals together irrevocably. They might not ever meet each other in their lifetimes, but they are connected somehow, and each of their actions effects the other in some way.
Mark was, fuck I don't know, changing some printer toner or some bullshit when some celestial bastard decided "Hey this loser would be PERFECT for a interdimensional fight to the death!" and so Mark popped out of his milquetoast existence into something far more interesting.
And naturally he would drag his buddies of fate with him.
Other Mark was being the life of the party somewhere until he puttered out of the room and the house and the earth and the galaxy and the universe he was so used to. There was naught but an unfinished taco ungracefully crashing to the ground where Other Mark stood.
Big Mark punched someone in the FACE. At the same time, the biker vanished into the air. The energy of transporting a whole human through the multiverse just so happens to be really really big and this had the nasty effect of multiplying the power of Big Marks punch about, oh, by a factor of 10,000 or something? The subsequent explosion rips through half the town killing thousands.
Mayrq. oh poor Mayrq. They were so close. SO CLOSE to completing the heist of their LIFE. The eye of M'grah'buvx, a diamond the size of house, taken away to be sold for trillions upon trillions of SPACE CREDITS. Mayrq would of been able to retire for life. Alas, some nerdlinger on a rock, millions of light-years away decided to get caught up in a battle to the death. Mayrq disappeared, leaving a viscous puddle behind them.
Mærk had just finished throwing off the lines on what was to be the first day of their new fishing career. While not a first choice by any means they were at least denying their father’s insistence on whaling, and even this small act of rebellion made them feel far more powerful than they had while living under his roof. Finding themselves yanked off the boat to participate in a battle to the death alongside a bunch of other Marks, Mærk is reconsidering their dismissal of their father’s grave warning of a reckoning for their ‘betrayal’.
Märk disappeared in the middle of a board meeting, prompting some rather puzzled discussion over where the vice-chairwoman went, what her name was again, and how many pictures of her have inexplicably disappeared?
Mahrk [REDACTED] firefight [REDACTED] secured the package [REDACTED] FIRE fight [REDACTED] running by a storefront, news at 10: 12 dead in [REDACTED] boat right on time, just one jump and [REDACTED] where the hell
Marx, Redundancy
Username: Mirdini
Username: Local Area Network Key
Name: Mark, Other Mark, Big Mark, Mayrq, Mærk, Märk, Mahrk
Gender: Male, Male, Male, Unknown, Non-binary, Female, [REDACTED]
Species: Boring Human, Boring Human, Boring Human, Living tar blob, Human, Human?, [REDACTED]
Text color: The joke is they're all called mark.
Description: Mark is a scrawny toothpick of a man, with greasy hair, a serious acne problem, braces, the guy is a gargantuan nerd basically. He's decked out in a neat shirt and tie ensemble, ready for work at some place incredibly boring probably I don't know IT'S NOT IMPORTANT. Mark is very shy and introverted guy who just wants to get by unnoticed.
Other Mark is a well-built part time model/part time delivery-by-pushbike taco delivery man. He's young, real good looking, actually pretty down to earth and nice guy. Guy's sporting some exceedingly tight jeans and t-shirt to show MAXIMUM BRAWN. Has a strong case of Mysophobia. prooooobably won't factor into the situation though. Probably.
Big Mark is this big, giant, other synonym for big biker guy. He's bald, has a goatee, covered in tattoos featuring skulls and snakes and skull-snakes. He's wearing some hyper tattered jeans, a leather jacket labeled FULL STOP ANGELS on the back, cowboy boots; he's a walking giant stereotype okay. He is BARFIGHT: personified.
Mayrq (pronounced: Mark.) is a strange ooze like creature from a distant star system. They don't talk or hear. Instead they see sounds as a range of colours. They emit coloured vapors to communicate. Mayrq is actually a renowned thief in it's star system, it steals priceless jewels from the various star kingdoms and spreads the wealth to the poorer sub planets and moons. Mayrk has no eyes, ears, any discernable features really, it just looks like a blob of tar, about the size of a bread box. Mayrq is exceedingly sarcastic and a bit of a smarmy git, that probably won't come across too well.
Mærk is a tall, blonde and lanky fisherperson from the rocky Faroes, hailing from a long line of whalers who whaled like men and you’d better not forget it boyo. Dragged onto a whaling expedition at the age of 15 in hopes that it might ‘tough him up’, they were horrified by the experience and swore never to get on a whaling vessel again upon landing on solid ground. Upon finishing their schooling they cast about for a job that wouldn’t involve sailing (much less whaling) but ended up a hand on a small fishing boat; their parents wouldn’t hear of them leaving the islands to seek employment elsewhere in Europe. Mærk is thus sporting some remarkably warm and waterproof clothing as well as a variety of fishing accessories.
Märk seems like a perfectly normal gal at a glance, but ask three different people what she looks like and they’ll give you three different descriptions – short, stocky and red hair; tall, thin and black-haired; unremarkable apart from her bubblegum-pink ‘hawk. Strangest thing is no-one she runs into seem to notice these differences until she’s left the area, inevitably for good – at which point no-one can remember her name. As far as anyone can tell nothing’s missing or changed following her disappearance either. What she’s after seems to be as much of a mystery as her appearance.
Mahrk is a short, dark-skinned [REDACTED] do not make eye contact [REDACTED] no need to rely on hand-[REDACTED] compact and powerful , tail a particular [REDACTED] may attempt to impersonate law enforcement [REDACTED] highly developed senses and stealth skills [REDACTED] use of lethal force authorized upon detection [REDACTED]
Bio:
So.
As it turns out, soul mates are a thing. An invisible bond that binds a select few individuals together irrevocably. They might not ever meet each other in their lifetimes, but they are connected somehow, and each of their actions effects the other in some way.
Mark was, fuck I don't know, changing some printer toner or some bullshit when some celestial bastard decided "Hey this loser would be PERFECT for a interdimensional fight to the death!" and so Mark popped out of his milquetoast existence into something far more interesting.
And naturally he would drag his buddies of fate with him.
Other Mark was being the life of the party somewhere until he puttered out of the room and the house and the earth and the galaxy and the universe he was so used to. There was naught but an unfinished taco ungracefully crashing to the ground where Other Mark stood.
Big Mark punched someone in the FACE. At the same time, the biker vanished into the air. The energy of transporting a whole human through the multiverse just so happens to be really really big and this had the nasty effect of multiplying the power of Big Marks punch about, oh, by a factor of 10,000 or something? The subsequent explosion rips through half the town killing thousands.
Mayrq. oh poor Mayrq. They were so close. SO CLOSE to completing the heist of their LIFE. The eye of M'grah'buvx, a diamond the size of house, taken away to be sold for trillions upon trillions of SPACE CREDITS. Mayrq would of been able to retire for life. Alas, some nerdlinger on a rock, millions of light-years away decided to get caught up in a battle to the death. Mayrq disappeared, leaving a viscous puddle behind them.
Mærk had just finished throwing off the lines on what was to be the first day of their new fishing career. While not a first choice by any means they were at least denying their father’s insistence on whaling, and even this small act of rebellion made them feel far more powerful than they had while living under his roof. Finding themselves yanked off the boat to participate in a battle to the death alongside a bunch of other Marks, Mærk is reconsidering their dismissal of their father’s grave warning of a reckoning for their ‘betrayal’.
Märk disappeared in the middle of a board meeting, prompting some rather puzzled discussion over where the vice-chairwoman went, what her name was again, and how many pictures of her have inexplicably disappeared?
Mahrk [REDACTED] firefight [REDACTED] secured the package [REDACTED] FIRE fight [REDACTED] running by a storefront, news at 10: 12 dead in [REDACTED] boat right on time, just one jump and [REDACTED] where the hell