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Full Name: Alistair Ross
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Section: Middle Districts
Appearance: Slender build, 6' tall, tan, short black well-kept hair, clean-shaven, dark brown eyes. Dresses in a black jacket and a black shirt, wears dark blue denim jeans and black shoes. Carries around a courier bag containing various items, mostly inventions and gadgets that he built.
Cybernetics: Both of his eyes are cybernetic and operate like a HUD, giving him specifications of things he focuses on and increasing his situational awareness. The cybernetic lenses can also magnify his vision to some degree (but he's not a human telescope). Aside from that, he also has a cybernetic left forearm that is covered in life-like synthetic rubber to disguise it.
Personality: Smart, calculative, also has a strong set of morals. He accepts his past and knows nothing he can do will change it. He chooses to move on tries to stay positive, knowing that he can at least make things right.
Faction: Is not part of a faction.
Bio: Alistair grew up in a well-structured family that never found themselves to be in poverty, the family?s wealth came from the family business that is currently known as ROSS (Research Operations Support Services) Corporation and is based in the Middle Districts. The company started as a small business and was handed down through generations and has remained as part of the Ross family for centuries. The company is currently the leader of The City?s developmental research and was founded by a former member of the NAR (Gilbert Ross). Alistair?s ancestor left the NAR after discovering the NAR?s true intentions and started the company in protest to the NAR. In secrecy, the Ross family has been doing everything to prevent the NAR from obtaining total reign of The City. Sabotage and assassinations of NAR higher-ups were the most prominent methods of retaliation; fraud, infiltration, and embezzlement were among others.
Alistair went to school regularly, but at times in his teen years he skipped and went venturing into the more dangerous areas of the City. His ventures began happening more and more frequently, he was getting into fights and constantly came home covered in cuts and bruises. His father grew angry with him did his best to set Alistair straight, began teaching him right from wrong and that if ever had any intention to run the family company he better wise up. From then on, Alistair?s father took him under his wing and began teaching him about the business and why its success was necessary. He told Alistair the history of the company and the wrongs that NAR was responsible for and why they must continue the fight against them. Alistair began teaching himself all there was to know about cybernetic research and the various technologies that were developed by ROSS Corp and the NAR.
Alistair?s life was turned upside-down one night after a car bombing which took the life of his mother and father. It was presumed that all had died but Alistair barely survived, sustaining an injury that led to paralysis in his left forearm due to shrapnel tearing up most of the nerves and tissue. He slipped unnoticed down a manhole and fled into the sewers and passed out in a small crevice in the wall. He was discovered by smuggler known as Hewitt and taken to a private practitioner that specialized in illegal cybernetics. Dr. Viktor Doronin was the one who provided the cybernetic arm, but not for free. Alistair was quickly put to work, smuggling parts and tools, sometimes having to kill people that were bringing up Dr. Doronin?s practices in public. After a year, the debt had been paid and Alistair was left to support himself. He chose a rundown apartment complex in the West Coast and made his home where he peacefully lived, plotting and building, intending to find those responsible as well as keeping tabs on ROSS Corp in order to ensure that it remained in good hands. He also kept in mind that the NAR needed to be brought down, at any cost in order to ensure that they never take control of The City.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Section: Middle Districts
Appearance: Slender build, 6' tall, tan, short black well-kept hair, clean-shaven, dark brown eyes. Dresses in a black jacket and a black shirt, wears dark blue denim jeans and black shoes. Carries around a courier bag containing various items, mostly inventions and gadgets that he built.
Cybernetics: Both of his eyes are cybernetic and operate like a HUD, giving him specifications of things he focuses on and increasing his situational awareness. The cybernetic lenses can also magnify his vision to some degree (but he's not a human telescope). Aside from that, he also has a cybernetic left forearm that is covered in life-like synthetic rubber to disguise it.
Personality: Smart, calculative, also has a strong set of morals. He accepts his past and knows nothing he can do will change it. He chooses to move on tries to stay positive, knowing that he can at least make things right.
Faction: Is not part of a faction.
Bio: Alistair grew up in a well-structured family that never found themselves to be in poverty, the family?s wealth came from the family business that is currently known as ROSS (Research Operations Support Services) Corporation and is based in the Middle Districts. The company started as a small business and was handed down through generations and has remained as part of the Ross family for centuries. The company is currently the leader of The City?s developmental research and was founded by a former member of the NAR (Gilbert Ross). Alistair?s ancestor left the NAR after discovering the NAR?s true intentions and started the company in protest to the NAR. In secrecy, the Ross family has been doing everything to prevent the NAR from obtaining total reign of The City. Sabotage and assassinations of NAR higher-ups were the most prominent methods of retaliation; fraud, infiltration, and embezzlement were among others.
Alistair went to school regularly, but at times in his teen years he skipped and went venturing into the more dangerous areas of the City. His ventures began happening more and more frequently, he was getting into fights and constantly came home covered in cuts and bruises. His father grew angry with him did his best to set Alistair straight, began teaching him right from wrong and that if ever had any intention to run the family company he better wise up. From then on, Alistair?s father took him under his wing and began teaching him about the business and why its success was necessary. He told Alistair the history of the company and the wrongs that NAR was responsible for and why they must continue the fight against them. Alistair began teaching himself all there was to know about cybernetic research and the various technologies that were developed by ROSS Corp and the NAR.
Alistair?s life was turned upside-down one night after a car bombing which took the life of his mother and father. It was presumed that all had died but Alistair barely survived, sustaining an injury that led to paralysis in his left forearm due to shrapnel tearing up most of the nerves and tissue. He slipped unnoticed down a manhole and fled into the sewers and passed out in a small crevice in the wall. He was discovered by smuggler known as Hewitt and taken to a private practitioner that specialized in illegal cybernetics. Dr. Viktor Doronin was the one who provided the cybernetic arm, but not for free. Alistair was quickly put to work, smuggling parts and tools, sometimes having to kill people that were bringing up Dr. Doronin?s practices in public. After a year, the debt had been paid and Alistair was left to support himself. He chose a rundown apartment complex in the West Coast and made his home where he peacefully lived, plotting and building, intending to find those responsible as well as keeping tabs on ROSS Corp in order to ensure that it remained in good hands. He also kept in mind that the NAR needed to be brought down, at any cost in order to ensure that they never take control of The City.
I'm still here, and I'll ask the GM whats going on with this. Good to see other people are watching this thing too.
Thanks, I could write a sheet up now but it'd take about 2 hours and I dont want to be up past midnight >.>Korten12 said:Yes it is!pyroguy86 said:
I will save a spot.staika said:
I do have a character idea that just came to me and ill try to think of a way to flesh him out.
After thinking of about eight possible characters I have decided on this. Any problems with it and I can edit it.
Edit: fixed the usage of the wrong acronym.
Name: Justin Brooks
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human Regular
Section: North
Faction: NRA
Appearance: Justin is a 6'2" white male who weighs around 185 lbs. He has brown hair which he keeps buzzed and chin strap beard. Justin's arms are muscular but they are not particularly big (think basketball player [http://i406.photobucket.com/albums/pp150/dnewling/Stuff/Derrick-Rose-Render.png] arm size, note my character doesn't look like that I'm just using it as an example). Justin has a few tattoo's, he has one on his right forearm on the reverse side of his arm of a dagger [http://www.shupes.net/daggertattoo999876.jpg] with a snake around the blade. He has a tattoo on his upper back of a dragon [http://domenenavnet.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Kats_Dragon_Tattoo.jpg] with wings. His last tattoo is a Tribal [http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iF7ZPEsJP9g/Tklq_WpemRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/4-RsqXoxS-A/s1600/tribal-cross-tattoos_020.jpg] cross on his left upper arm.
Justin wears a tight black under shirt under a white short sleeve button up jacket which he usually keeps open, the jacket has the NAR logo on the back. He also wears long black pants and white sneakers, he also wears black fingerless gloves.
Personality: Justin was raised in an NAR family and really only trusts members of the NAR. He sees Mages as nothing more then terrorists and Vampires as monstrosities that must be killed. Justin is a nice guy at times but can be stubborn and close minded as well. He places a lot of trust in his friends and squad mates and is fiercely loyal. If a good friend of his wants him to work together with Mages and Vampires he will but he will be very wary of them.
Bio: Justin was born to a family that has deep roots in the NAR with most of his family being a part of the NAR. Justin was raised on the north side of the city and his parents stressed athleticism from a young age. Justin spent most of his time running and working out. Justin was a naturally gifted athlete and has great speed and balance. Justin did not like the weight lifting his father made him do, he liked the results but he found it boring and would think of excuses to skip it a lot.
When Justin was 14 he found out about parkour and was instantly taken in by it. He spent the majority of his days trying to master this art and would try to find any way he could to test out his newly found skills. Justin had a habit that he would practice parkour when he was going somewhere and he would run on the walls to jumping over people who were walking.
When Justin was 19 his uncle was killed in a mage riot. Justin was very close to his entire family and it hit him hard that he lost a family member. Justin has a hatred and distrust of Mages for this reason and thinks of Vampires as monstrosities because of the stories his family would tell him. Justin joined the NAR as a soldier when he turned 20 and was praised for his CQC skills.
Notes: Justin does not use shotguns much because he dislikes the kickback that they have. He generally uses the ARM-2 and in combat will use his various skills to get close to an enemy and then fight them from close range. He's not over powering with his strength but is a skilled fighter that uses his speed and balance to gain the edge in a fight.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human Regular
Section: North
Faction: NRA
Appearance: Justin is a 6'2" white male who weighs around 185 lbs. He has brown hair which he keeps buzzed and chin strap beard. Justin's arms are muscular but they are not particularly big (think basketball player [http://i406.photobucket.com/albums/pp150/dnewling/Stuff/Derrick-Rose-Render.png] arm size, note my character doesn't look like that I'm just using it as an example). Justin has a few tattoo's, he has one on his right forearm on the reverse side of his arm of a dagger [http://www.shupes.net/daggertattoo999876.jpg] with a snake around the blade. He has a tattoo on his upper back of a dragon [http://domenenavnet.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Kats_Dragon_Tattoo.jpg] with wings. His last tattoo is a Tribal [http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iF7ZPEsJP9g/Tklq_WpemRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/4-RsqXoxS-A/s1600/tribal-cross-tattoos_020.jpg] cross on his left upper arm.
Justin wears a tight black under shirt under a white short sleeve button up jacket which he usually keeps open, the jacket has the NAR logo on the back. He also wears long black pants and white sneakers, he also wears black fingerless gloves.
Personality: Justin was raised in an NAR family and really only trusts members of the NAR. He sees Mages as nothing more then terrorists and Vampires as monstrosities that must be killed. Justin is a nice guy at times but can be stubborn and close minded as well. He places a lot of trust in his friends and squad mates and is fiercely loyal. If a good friend of his wants him to work together with Mages and Vampires he will but he will be very wary of them.
Bio: Justin was born to a family that has deep roots in the NAR with most of his family being a part of the NAR. Justin was raised on the north side of the city and his parents stressed athleticism from a young age. Justin spent most of his time running and working out. Justin was a naturally gifted athlete and has great speed and balance. Justin did not like the weight lifting his father made him do, he liked the results but he found it boring and would think of excuses to skip it a lot.
When Justin was 14 he found out about parkour and was instantly taken in by it. He spent the majority of his days trying to master this art and would try to find any way he could to test out his newly found skills. Justin had a habit that he would practice parkour when he was going somewhere and he would run on the walls to jumping over people who were walking.
When Justin was 19 his uncle was killed in a mage riot. Justin was very close to his entire family and it hit him hard that he lost a family member. Justin has a hatred and distrust of Mages for this reason and thinks of Vampires as monstrosities because of the stories his family would tell him. Justin joined the NAR as a soldier when he turned 20 and was praised for his CQC skills.
Notes: Justin does not use shotguns much because he dislikes the kickback that they have. He generally uses the ARM-2 and in combat will use his various skills to get close to an enemy and then fight them from close range. He's not over powering with his strength but is a skilled fighter that uses his speed and balance to gain the edge in a fight.
Edit: fixed the usage of the wrong acronym.
Sorry to be the annoying guy but I just want to check in again and see if the GM is still active and if anyone else is watching this thread.
Can i join? if so:
If you have any problems i shall edit at your wish and if you wish to use the Kyo'nne clan you're free too.
Name: Mi'Kael Kyo'nne
Age: 21
Race: Human
Section: North
Gender: Male
Looks: Mi'Kael stands at 173 cm. with white skin, dark brown hair that spikes downwards (google kojuro katakura), dark brown eyes, smooth features and a stab wound that completely pierces through this left elbow. He also has a tattoo of the Kyo'nne family crest on the palm of his left hand.
He wears a pure white short-sleeved shirt with green hexagons under his arms and the word "Bliksem" on his left shoulder in green, he also wears a pair of snow-camo cargo-pants and a pair of white combat boots.
Personality: Lazy, Easy going, Battle eager, Love for Waffles, Accepting of the mages, however he holds a grudge against vampires, Not afraid to kill for the Greater Good, talkes great joy in climbing and freefalling, Very protective of his friends and family.
Faction: Kyo'nne clan (My own faction, is it allowed? if not then neutral)
Bio: Born to the Kyo'nne clan, Mi'Kael, from early age on, was trained in the arts of combat, stealth and assasination by his mother, but when he was stabbed through the elbow during a vampire assult in which his father died, his mother went into overprotective mode for a year, causing him to train even harder to procect his family and friends.
At age fifteen he discovered the joy of climbing, freefalling, basejumping and skydiving, causing him to place high-grade shock absorbing springs in his legs.
And at age seventeen he trained in the use of sniper-rifles, as to always protect his family from the shadows.
Cybernetics: Shock absorbing springs in his legs.
Other Info: He wields an R70, multiple knives and a green bladed naginata.
Age: 21
Race: Human
Section: North
Gender: Male
Looks: Mi'Kael stands at 173 cm. with white skin, dark brown hair that spikes downwards (google kojuro katakura), dark brown eyes, smooth features and a stab wound that completely pierces through this left elbow. He also has a tattoo of the Kyo'nne family crest on the palm of his left hand.
He wears a pure white short-sleeved shirt with green hexagons under his arms and the word "Bliksem" on his left shoulder in green, he also wears a pair of snow-camo cargo-pants and a pair of white combat boots.
Personality: Lazy, Easy going, Battle eager, Love for Waffles, Accepting of the mages, however he holds a grudge against vampires, Not afraid to kill for the Greater Good, talkes great joy in climbing and freefalling, Very protective of his friends and family.
Faction: Kyo'nne clan (My own faction, is it allowed? if not then neutral)
Bio: Born to the Kyo'nne clan, Mi'Kael, from early age on, was trained in the arts of combat, stealth and assasination by his mother, but when he was stabbed through the elbow during a vampire assult in which his father died, his mother went into overprotective mode for a year, causing him to train even harder to procect his family and friends.
At age fifteen he discovered the joy of climbing, freefalling, basejumping and skydiving, causing him to place high-grade shock absorbing springs in his legs.
And at age seventeen he trained in the use of sniper-rifles, as to always protect his family from the shadows.
Cybernetics: Shock absorbing springs in his legs.
Other Info: He wields an R70, multiple knives and a green bladed naginata.
If you have any problems i shall edit at your wish and if you wish to use the Kyo'nne clan you're free too.
It's good you're in. Also I believe we can start very very soon.ShasOMiKael said:Can i join? if so:
Name: Mi'Kael Kyo'nne
Age: 21
Race: Human
Section: North
Gender: Male
Looks: Mi'Kael stands at 173 cm. with white skin, dark brown hair that spikes downwards (google kojuro katakura), dark brown eyes, smooth features and a stab wound that completely pierces through this left elbow. He also has a tattoo of the Kyo'nne family crest on the palm of his left hand.
He wears a pure white short-sleeved shirt with green hexagons under his arms and the word "Bliksem" on his left shoulder in green, he also wears a pair of snow-camo cargo-pants and a pair of white combat boots.
Personality: Lazy, Easy going, Battle eager, Love for Waffles, Accepting of the mages, however he holds a grudge against vampires, Not afraid to kill for the Greater Good, talkes great joy in climbing and freefalling, Very protective of his friends and family.
Faction: Kyo'nne clan (My own faction, is it allowed? if not then neutral)
Bio: Born to the Kyo'nne clan, Mi'Kael, from early age on, was trained in the arts of combat, stealth and assasination by his mother, but when he was stabbed through the elbow during a vampire assult in which his father died, his mother went into overprotective mode for a year, causing him to train even harder to procect his family and friends.
At age fifteen he discovered the joy of climbing, freefalling, basejumping and skydiving, causing him to place high-grade shock absorbing springs in his legs.
And at age seventeen he trained in the use of sniper-rifles, as to always protect his family from the shadows.
Cybernetics: Shock absorbing springs in his legs.
Other Info: He wields an R70, multiple knives and a green bladed naginata.
If you have any problems i shall edit at your wish and if you wish to use the Kyo'nne clan you're free too.
Sheet as accepted by GM via PM
Name: Marcus Drake
Age: 25
Race: Human but Uncertain
Section: North
Gender: Male
Looks: 5'7", Caucasian with black hair and notably sleep deprived blue eyes, his eyes have a small purple, cloud like distortion which shifts randomly in size and position, sometimes to a point where it isn't visible, this distortion increases to cover his both eyes entirely when he 'changes', Marcus also appears somewhat starved and has a small horizontal surgical scar near the top right of his forehead that never properly healed.
In terms of clothing Marcus wears a black shirt, black belt and brown shoes with grey jeans and brown leather jacket, the clothes show some wear and tear having been repaired in places and at some points having dust or grease on them, other than the state of his clothing he has no other notable items on his person.
Personality: Marcus is a distrusting person who tends to air on the side of caution whenever he can, while he can seem somewhat nasty at times he can also be quite generous and kind, the main vocal point for his personality seems to be his instability; he's always keeping to himself, looking over his shoulder and talking to himself in a reassuring manner as if to prevent himself from breaking.
Faction: Alone
Other Info: Each change of Marcus' tends to be different; from large, hulking clawed limbs that could rip a man to pieces, exoskeletal plating with a sharp tipped tail that can pierce a concrete wall to a natural acid sprayer bulging out of his shoulder, every change seems to be adapting to do one thing and that is to prey upon human kind.
Name: Marcus Drake
Age: 25
Race: Human but Uncertain
Section: North
Gender: Male
Looks: 5'7", Caucasian with black hair and notably sleep deprived blue eyes, his eyes have a small purple, cloud like distortion which shifts randomly in size and position, sometimes to a point where it isn't visible, this distortion increases to cover his both eyes entirely when he 'changes', Marcus also appears somewhat starved and has a small horizontal surgical scar near the top right of his forehead that never properly healed.
In terms of clothing Marcus wears a black shirt, black belt and brown shoes with grey jeans and brown leather jacket, the clothes show some wear and tear having been repaired in places and at some points having dust or grease on them, other than the state of his clothing he has no other notable items on his person.
Personality: Marcus is a distrusting person who tends to air on the side of caution whenever he can, while he can seem somewhat nasty at times he can also be quite generous and kind, the main vocal point for his personality seems to be his instability; he's always keeping to himself, looking over his shoulder and talking to himself in a reassuring manner as if to prevent himself from breaking.
Faction: Alone
Bio: Up until 8 days after he turned 24 Marcus led a fairly average life for one without much money, he picked up various part time jobs in the city and just barely made the money to live, though it wasn't a decent lifestyle, Marcus was somewhat content, he was alive and wasn't going to be on the streets anytime soon, just waiting for that little bit of good luck to boost him up to the high life.
8 Days after his birthday things went bad, wherever man resides there'll be someone wanting chaos, and to his misfortune, Marcus' home was a casualty, as usual after the incident where the building he lived in was victim to a bomb Marcus was brought in for questioning by the Police, however, after he was questioned he wasn't taken home, instead he was knocked out and taken to a secret testing facility, as far as anyone was concerned he?d died in the explosion, Marcus had been selected by a secretive section of the NAR as a test subject for Military Genetic augmentation, the purpose of which was to create a type of soldier that could put down any uprising from vampires, mages and even rogues NAR operatives, something to outmatch anyone and significantly reduce overall casualties on the NAR's side, Marcus wasn't alone of course, hundreds of people had been taken from obscure walks of life where they wouldn't be missed and no one would ask questions, there was no one who'd help him here.
Over the next year Marcus was put through medical trials, given various drugs and being forcibly worked into an acceptable physical condition, at which point he was moved on to the actual testing, an implant was embedded into his brain to keep him in check and scientists begun to experiment with his DNA, after each test Marcus awoke to find himself in what at best good be described as a test tube, there were many others around him, some had people in them, others were empty, but the worst were those filled with failed subjects, every one had some sort of grotesque mutation on their body and were either screaming out of pain or madness, some had gone brain dead and some even started to pull what was left of their human body apart, whether they were crazy or simply wanted to die was anyone's guess.
After a whole year had passed It finally happened, Marcus was taken for a test and when he came back, he felt different, at the time he couldn't describe it but as he waited for sleep or the next test he began to feel anxious, the feeling grew and grew and grew, and then he blacked out, when he came to he didn't know where he was, it was some alley outside, his clothing was torn and he could taste blood, at some point he'd eaten too, he looked down at himself to seen blood stains everywhere, except his left arm, which was seemingly red from heat up to the shoulder, where torn flesh seemed to hang form it, he looked around to see more of this flesh strewn along the ground, he began to feel sick, and then his head began to hurt and his vision clouded, he then saw everything, felt everything, it all hit him at once, what had happened, how he'd changed, and what he'd done, when it stopped Marcus threw up, the blood he could taste was human, and it wasn't his.
Over the next few weeks Marcus ran, he found himself in the north section of the city and h'?d had several run-ins with what he guessed were retrieval squads and each time 'It' had happened, he'd become incredibly anxious, terrified, and blacked out where he changed each time, though in different ways every change was horrifying and brutal, from the start he had avoided any human contact out of fear of what he'd do, but every time he changed back feelings of hatred hit him, and now he wasn't sure if he stayed away out of fear of his own actions or simple honest loathing for human kind, all Marcus knew was that he wasn't really human anymore, and that things could only get worse.
8 Days after his birthday things went bad, wherever man resides there'll be someone wanting chaos, and to his misfortune, Marcus' home was a casualty, as usual after the incident where the building he lived in was victim to a bomb Marcus was brought in for questioning by the Police, however, after he was questioned he wasn't taken home, instead he was knocked out and taken to a secret testing facility, as far as anyone was concerned he?d died in the explosion, Marcus had been selected by a secretive section of the NAR as a test subject for Military Genetic augmentation, the purpose of which was to create a type of soldier that could put down any uprising from vampires, mages and even rogues NAR operatives, something to outmatch anyone and significantly reduce overall casualties on the NAR's side, Marcus wasn't alone of course, hundreds of people had been taken from obscure walks of life where they wouldn't be missed and no one would ask questions, there was no one who'd help him here.
Over the next year Marcus was put through medical trials, given various drugs and being forcibly worked into an acceptable physical condition, at which point he was moved on to the actual testing, an implant was embedded into his brain to keep him in check and scientists begun to experiment with his DNA, after each test Marcus awoke to find himself in what at best good be described as a test tube, there were many others around him, some had people in them, others were empty, but the worst were those filled with failed subjects, every one had some sort of grotesque mutation on their body and were either screaming out of pain or madness, some had gone brain dead and some even started to pull what was left of their human body apart, whether they were crazy or simply wanted to die was anyone's guess.
After a whole year had passed It finally happened, Marcus was taken for a test and when he came back, he felt different, at the time he couldn't describe it but as he waited for sleep or the next test he began to feel anxious, the feeling grew and grew and grew, and then he blacked out, when he came to he didn't know where he was, it was some alley outside, his clothing was torn and he could taste blood, at some point he'd eaten too, he looked down at himself to seen blood stains everywhere, except his left arm, which was seemingly red from heat up to the shoulder, where torn flesh seemed to hang form it, he looked around to see more of this flesh strewn along the ground, he began to feel sick, and then his head began to hurt and his vision clouded, he then saw everything, felt everything, it all hit him at once, what had happened, how he'd changed, and what he'd done, when it stopped Marcus threw up, the blood he could taste was human, and it wasn't his.
Over the next few weeks Marcus ran, he found himself in the north section of the city and h'?d had several run-ins with what he guessed were retrieval squads and each time 'It' had happened, he'd become incredibly anxious, terrified, and blacked out where he changed each time, though in different ways every change was horrifying and brutal, from the start he had avoided any human contact out of fear of what he'd do, but every time he changed back feelings of hatred hit him, and now he wasn't sure if he stayed away out of fear of his own actions or simple honest loathing for human kind, all Marcus knew was that he wasn't really human anymore, and that things could only get worse.
Other Info: Each change of Marcus' tends to be different; from large, hulking clawed limbs that could rip a man to pieces, exoskeletal plating with a sharp tipped tail that can pierce a concrete wall to a natural acid sprayer bulging out of his shoulder, every change seems to be adapting to do one thing and that is to prey upon human kind.