BLUNT, markus emiel

[markus alexander blunt]

teenagers scare the living shit out of me

AND MISTER MARKUS BLUNT, YOU'RE ONE OF THE WORST

save your breath, i've heard this line twenty times. all them shifters, they hate me.

they're gonnna rip up your heads

YOUR ASPIRATIONS TO SHREDS ANOTHER COG IN THE MURDER MACHINE

* GENDER // male
* CELEBRITY // ole sorensen
* NICKNAME(S) // mark or alex
* HEIGHT // six feet exactly
* WEIGHT // one-hundred sixy-seven lbs.
* MOTHER // Maria Blunt, died at twenty-seven
* FATHER // Alexander Blunt died at twenty-seven
* BROTHER(S) // unnamed brother, killed at birth
* SISTERS(S) // Alyssa Blunt, didn't live past the age of two weeks, born two years before Markus & Casey Blunt, 17, three months from being paired off

they're gonnna clean up your looks

WITH ALL THE LIES IN THE BOOKS, TO MAKE A CITIZEN OUT OF YOU

* LIKES // filming, acting, writing screenplay (he writes movies in his head), modeling, posing, flirting, combing his hair, looking in the mirror, himself
* DISLIKES // talking about anyone but himself (he loses focus after "So today, I..."), acknowledging others' successes, changing form (turning into a wolf is painful, you know?), being talked down to (unless you're Ember; then, it's totally cool), problem solving (his brain's not good for anything complicated)
* PET PEEVE // Those who speak for hours on end and won't let him get a word in edgewise
* BIGGEST FEAR // that he'll meet someone who hasn't the slightest clue who he is
* BAD HABIT // directing conversations toward himself and his problems
* FLAWS // narcissistic, ditzy, insensitive
* POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES // charming, charismatic... handsome?

but if you're troubled and hurt

WHAT YOU GOT UNDER YOUR SHIRT WILL MAKE THEM PAY FOR THE THINGS THAT THEY DID

* FACT ONE // Markus knew his parents for all of five seconds. Well, that's a lie. He knew his mother for that long. She fixed him with these all-knowing blue eyes, staring straight into his soul with the saddest look anyone could ever muster. And then they took Markus out of the room so the other wolves could bite into his mother's throat. He was too young to remember any of this, of course. Markus's earliest memory is one of tripping, falling, and scraping his knee on the way out of his boarding house for his first ever recreational time. It was in front of the rest of his house, so of course, they all offered him laughs, taunts, and jeers support and encouragement. It was then that he vowed he'd be better than all of them, and hasn't thought less of himself since.
* FACT TWO // When he was seven, Markus's boarding house took a trip to the magical city of Los Angeles to see Hollywood and the filming studios. Everything was dilapidated and torn, but Markus fell in love with it from the get-go. The thought of making movies thrilled him. He could create his own little world and manipulate people... tell them what to do to make a story that he could control. It sounded fabulous. He asked to return to the city the following evening, but his dorm father's response was that was a once-in-a-lifetime (literally) field trip for seventh-year breeders only. Once you'd gone once, there was no going back. Markus stood there, stepped on his dorm father's claws, and demanded to be taken back. His dorm father took away his rec time, making him sit and attempt reading Homer's The Odyssey. Dorm Dad also scribbled a note about the incident in some manila folder Markus thought nothing of.
* FACT THREE // Some higher authority must have heard of Markus's interest in film, because for his eighth birthday, Markus received a camera. It had shitty picture quality and only took up to ten minute videos, but it was a camera. Markus began filming little autobiographies, sitting down in a chair when he could be outside, chilling with his "buds". The truth was, he didn't think any of them were as interesting as he, so he didn't associate with the boys in his dorm much. But anyway. Markus rediscovered V-logging about one-hundred years after it was originally invented. He V-logged about everything, from the night's weather, to his daily activities (which didn't include much, other than sitting and sleeping). If he had a weird dream, he would talk about that, even though he couldn't remember the specifics and ended up giving away the ending before he got to the conflict. When he simply could not think of anything to talk about (which was rare, mind you), Markus would settle for taking pictures. Sometimes, he took shots of other people, but mostly, his work consisted of self-portraits. He would make funny faces, muss his hair, act serious, incorporate props, change outfits... the works. He discovered that he was a very photogenic individual. That camera, which Markus later named Toby, became his best friend.
* FACT FOUR // Testosterone has a bad habit of coming in and ruining everything, as every teenage girl knows. There's a saying that goes, "The Lord was generous enough to give man a brain and a penis. Unfortunately, he wasn't generous enough to give man the energy to operate both at the same time." Why am I telling you this? Hang on, I'm getting to that. Around the age of twelve, Markus's hormones started kicking in. He ventured outside every once in a while, and there were lots of pretty girls in the colony (selective breeding and all that). The other guys could smile or nod at a girl, and said girl would be falling all over them. Markus got the idea that "if that guy, whose nowhere near as good-looking as me, can get a girl, I should have no trouble scoring one." So he went for it. The girl he tried to win starting laughing at him. She pinched Markus's arm between her two fingers and said, "You're cute and all, but come on. These things are like toothpicks." For the first time, Markus realized something very important: women dug men with bodies. So he started to exercise. If there was a day in the boarding house when he was having trouble sleeping, he flopped over on the floor and started doing push-ups and sit-ups. Two moths later, he decided he was ripped enough to be considered "gorgeous". Markus managed to hunt down the very same girl who rejected him two month's previous. When she saw him, her jaw dropped and she immediately clung to his arm. Markus brushed her off and said, "Sorry babe, you're not hot enough to get with this." This was the beginning of a very, very bad cycle.
* FACT FIVE // Casey may have been born when Markus was five, but he didn't know she existed until he was fifteen. Then, they happened to go swimming on the same day. Markus didn't notice her, but boy did she notice him. The second he took his shirt off to dive in, Casey just about swooned. She swam up to him and introduced herself with a seductive smiley. When Markus smiled back and introduced himself, Casey's expression transformed to one of horror and revulsion. She slapped him across the face and called him a perv for hitting on his sister. Markus was confused, - he thought she was hitting on him, and still didn't understand how someone so ugly could be related to him -, so he decided to completely forget about the incident. And if he ever saw Casey again, he would ignore her.
* FACT SIX // As Markus aged, his physique continued to score with the chicks. A lot of those who stopped to flirt with them had hovering boyfriends (which was "strictly prohibited" in the colony, though that rule was never enforced). Said boyfriends would get pissed and swing fists (I'm a poet and don't know it!). Therefore, Markus had two options: 1) go out in a hooded sweatshirt and shades, or 2) teach himself to fight. He thought he was too beautiful to conceal his face from the world, so he opted for the latter. He got into his fair share of brawls between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. Early on, they left him broken-nosed, scratched, and bleeding. As he progressed through his years, he did the same to his opponents. Each of these fights (the victories, as well as the losses) were recorded by his dorm father in the folder of non-importance.
* FACT SEVEN // Finally, the big one-eight arrived. On his eighteenth birthday, Markus was mated to the girl said to be the fairest in all the colony. Markus didn't think she was all that pretty. But hey, it was hot sex, so he really didn't care. However, after a year and a half had passed, Markus's mate Ambrose had failed to conceive. The shifters had some tests done. They discovered that Ambrose had a whacked-out uterus, and was therefore unable to birth children. Of course, they wasted her within five minutes of learning this. Markus he would be doomed to the same fate and started panicking. Rather than run around in circles squawking like a headless chicken, he tried to fight the shifters when they came for him. They outnumber him, so they got him pinned eventually, but much to his surprise, they didn't start cleaving flesh from bone. They held him there for a minute, on the floor of the hospital (where they killed everyone), then the door opened. In strode some chick who looked way too young to be a shifter, and hadn't even changed, despite the fact that it was night time. She was moderately attractive. More so than Markus's mate, anyway. He wished thought he would be forced to mate with this girl instead... until he found out that she was the self-titled "queen" of the shifters, and she was there to change him. She bit into his neck, then left the room. Markus lay there, pinned and confused, while all his blood seeped from the wound. He passed out then.... only to wake up the next morning. That evening, he went through hell [ADMINS PWN ALL]. He was a shifter now.

the boys and girls in the clique

THE AWFUL NAMES THAT THEY STICK; YOU'RE NEVER GONNA FIT IN MUCH, KID

* YOUR ALIAS // Zee, ZeeZee, or Crazee
* YOUR AGE // four plus teen
* CHARACTERS ON THE SITE // Tally (F), Jezz (V)
* HOW YOU FOUND US // ... I fell down a rabbit hole.
* FAVORITE PART OF THE SITE // THE. SKIN. amen.

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