Williamson, Marcus

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Marcus Williamson

Full Name: Marcus Williamson
Preferred Name or Nickname: Mark or Marcus
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 112 (since he was born as a demon)
Date of Birth: 29 june 1900
Main Character Classification: Demon
Character Type: Black-eyed demon
Powers: Telepathy, telekinesis, Superhuman strength, enhanced endurance, perception of reapers.
Sexuality: Straight
Side: Evil
Hometown: Hell
Current Residence: California



Eye Color: Light Brown / Black-eyed-demon
Hair Color: Light Brown
Height: 5' 11"
Body Type: More or less chubby but still healthy
Distinguishing Marks: None
Tattoos and Piercings: None
Vehicle: None

Personal Style:

Marcus, likes to wear informal office clothes in this particular body. When he is not wearing his office attire, he wears stuff like: fitted blazers with small shoulder padding, spread collar cotton dress shirts, and flat-front pants slightly boot-cut. He wears a lot of cool colors, blue most more than any other.
He also loves wearing uniforms but not as a fashion statement, he likes this kind of clothing because whenever he is wearing it, he can play as an authority figure.

Likes:

• Power
  
• Women
  
• Torture
  
• Subduing people
  
• Having others beneath his thumbs. (as in underlings)

Dislikes:

• Hunters
  
• Hindrances
  
• Anything that spoils his day
  
• Victims that don't scream (or generally have a brave attitude)
  
• Whenever he feels small
  
• Demons above himself.

Strengths:

• Being a Demon
  
• Follow any order to the letter
  
• Learned many forms of torture
  
• Evil minded
  
• Team player

Weaknesses:

• Low tolerance to frustration
  
• People who stands their ground.
  
• Hallowed Ground
  
• Hunter weapons of choice: Salt, Holy Water, Iron, Devil's Trap, Exorcism
  
• Whatever that harms, kills or is unpleasant for regular demons.
  
• Hellhounds

Fears:

• Hunters
  
• Being Killed
  
• Returning to Hell
  
• Hellhounds
  
• Distrust other demons
  
• Losing his power
  
• or losing his good standing as a demon.

Biggest Secrets:

• He finds himself fearful of his partner in crime. (every time he gets one)
  
• Sometimes he wishes to be human again.
  
• Is not as fearless as he pretends to be.
  
• Dreads the thought of facing a Hunter that will kill him for real.

Personality:

Even with all his power he is very weak psychologically. When he was a human he relied on his money and influence to get what he wanted, and in reality he lacked the spine to impose himself. This is a trait the he retains to this day, he is very easily scared away by much more strong personalities.

That is why he enjoys putting himself in power wielding situations, possessing humans who are already in a position of power or authority. He feels troubled every time that he faces hunters or bold individuals, because they don't yield to him or fear him as much as he wished. He is entirely very dependent on the fact that he is a scary demon. He is evil and skewed just like any other demon, that's why he chooses to prey on rather kind hearted people.

He is not very clever, most of the time he does simple stuff like kidnapping and torturing. He is prone to depend on the strength or wits of others. When a situation arises that he can't handle, he runs away or depends on some other demon to save his ass. Occasionally, if he is provoked he can attack disregarding his own safety, this is something he would do out of frustration while feeling cornered.

He is vain, dastard, narcissist, conceited, and fretful.

Family and Friends: His human self didn't care much for siblings and even if he had, he would have had forgotten about them at this point. His demon self doesn't have a real appreciation of other demons as his kindred. However, since demons are the closest thing he has to a family, he likes to call them his brothers and sisters. And may even care, for any demon who spends time with him doing demonic stuff.

Enemies and Rivals: Any hunter that he may encounter.

History:

[indent][indent]This demon used to be a man that had made his fortune in less than fair ways. All the money and advantages he had meant nothing to him. He wanted more; at any cost he didn't even care if he had to bring harm to others. He began to grow on the path of doing evil things to accumulate wealth. Eventually he found about the existence of crossroads demons and struck a deal of his own to increase his wealth, power and of course get women. He spent the last 10 of his life immersed in a constant binge. When it was time to collect, of course he tried to run, but no one out run the hellhounds of hell, not for long anyway.[/indent][/indent]

Out of friends, out of way, out of money, out of hope he was dragged to the depths of hell. In there surrounded by pain; his soul was forged it was destroyed as a human soul and was reborn as a demon soul. It was a strange thing, all the power and advantages of his human life, did not existed in hell, in there he just was another fish in the barrel ready to be shot. A part of him that held on to his memories hated the feeling of turning from big dog to servant: actually less than servant, just born demons have no stand, not in the pit. He didn't escaped hell; he couldn't, but learned there were ways for demons like him to leave, and willfully imitated them. He became a servant which mean he was someone else's little bitch.

They were out just to carry orders for superior demons, but that was fine with him somehow he enjoyed the simplicity of just doing tasks. Any demon out of hell is either working for a stronger demon or out on its own wreaking havoc. But even demons on servitude have days off, and so did Marcus he used his time to rediscover the world this time through demon eyes, of course. During his stance in hell he had learned to torture, harass and to kill without mercy. In the outside world he found out that those skills made him feel a bit like he had felt once upon a time: powerful and on top of others. He embraced the intoxicant pleasure of the experience. He also became quite smitten with meat suits in authority positions like cops, soldiers, or doctors.

It wasn't long before he caught the eye of a hunter, murdering is not what it used to be now anything get reported across the media. A quick search in the internet nowadays and is very easy for hunters to spot and stop targets. His first clash with a hunter was bad, for him; not for the hunter though. Is not the same to face someone scared and hopeless than someone in a mission. And hunters are pretty driven by the job; they're certainly on a mission. The hunter was not scared of him at all, even worse the hunter knew how to harm him something he had not experienced since he was out, the sting of holy water, a gunshot with salt and finally the exorcism.

It took a while for him to get out; being dumped back in hell wasn't pleasant. If it hasn't been for that "let's bring apocalypse" trend that required lots of servants searching for seals and attempting to break them, he would have stayed another century. He made the most of his second time out; this time teamed up with other demons and joyfully worked towards the seal stuff. Then orders stopped and everyone went their own way. Since then he has been running around doing the same evil things that he loved in the past at the same time he struggles to keep a low profile.

He'll befriend any sadist demon he can meet, after all they share alike tastes.

Other Details You'd Like to Add: His first meat suit was an accountant named Marcus since he doesn't even has a name as demon and has forgotten his own human name, after spending a really long time in this meat suit he has adopted its name as his.

Williams, Wade

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Williamson, Marcus

RP sample:

It had been a slow night for Marcus, the moon shined through the nightly sky, and the tires of the patrol car rolled swiftly against the pavement. Behind the steering wheel of the patrol sat a chubby rosy-cheeked middle aged man wearing a black police cap that concealed a receding hairline. An expressionless look covered the face of what in a regular day would have been that of a gentle and pleasant disposition. As he turned around the corner he caught a glimpse of a black car, looking at it more carefully it was one of those vintage classical model cars that people liked to buy so much.

He couldn't place the brand nor the time but he didn't care, he had always believed that buying stuff because is old fashioned, was stupid anyway. The idea that having something aged meant anything was stupid anyway or so he thought while he took another turn following the car. The car had been speeding fast down the street. He drove behind it, turning on a blaring siren as he did, it was then that the happy notion of having fun crossed his mind as the hint of his evil grin appeared reflected on the car's mirror. Yes, this would be his night.

The car stopped by the sidewalk and Marcus left the patrol walking with swagger and a cruel smile on his face. He tapped his hand along the side of the car, peeking inside. On the passenger side was seated a slim boy who looked pale and scared, by his side as the driver a cute blonde chick that looked helpless. She was rummaging through the glove compartment, something in there seemed to startle her because she made a small jump on her seat and dropped her jaw widening her eyes, but he didn't caught a glimpse at what was it.

She managed to get the registration out by the time he reached the window and began blabbing something about a sick friend being rushed to the hospital; he turned his attention toward the backseat and saw another dude that was laying unconscious in it. He smirked as he asked the lady and companion to step out of the car in a harsh authoritative voice. The night was young and he was bored, these two seemed like the fun he needed today.

"Hands over the hood" - he said.

A crooked smile played on his face as they left the car looking puzzled and thoroughly confused.

I, Marcus Williamson, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.



Alias: Whimsy
RP Experience: 1 year
How do you prefer to be contacted: PM. yim ashley_mine

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OK, I think I managed to fix some of the mistakes.

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