(no subject)
Jun. 9th, 2008 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the4thblackknightPlayer: Mal
Email: karmaschild[at]gmail[dot]com
AIM: KarmasChild
Character Name: Marcus Whitman. The Black Knight
Character LJ: 4th_blackknight
Physical description: 6'0", 170 lbs, 18 years old.
PB: Steven Strait
Abilities: Marcus is a trained unarmed combatant, superb swordsman, and expert horseman as his father was. When he touches his mystic pendant and invokes the name of Avalon, he conjures up his equipment and steed. The armor and weapons are extremely lightweight but supernaturally durable. His Shield of Night not only protects him from most attacks but also absorbs the energy of the forces directed against it. He can then release that stored energy in the form of power blasts from his blade, the Sword of Light. Thanks to his mother's heritage, he also ages at a much slower pace than an average human and his strength/endurance levels are notably higher.
His genetically altered horse, Aether, can fly at great speeds. He is also considerably more intelligent than the average horse.
Also in possession of the Ebony Blade, but reluctant to use it due to the blood curse on it.
Weaknesses and flaws: He is hell-bent on upholding the noble name of the Black Knight. Even so far as to rush headlong into any crisis, alone or no, just to prove his bravery and mettle. More often than not, his horse has the better sense of the two.
Character location/Home: Avenger
Alignment: Hero! Anything else is grounds for ritual suicide.
Relatives: Dane Whitman (father, deceased). Sersi (mother, unknown).
Backstory: Marcus is the only son of Dane Whitman, the third Black Knight. His father had lived for a time in the body of his 12th century ancestor Sir Eobar Garrington, battling Apocalypse with his lover Sersi. Upon their return to their proper time, the two became separated and Dane found himself alone with their infant son, Marcus. Attempts to locate her failed and after a time, Dane gave up the search to settle in England and raise Marcus up himself. Marcus grew up strong and proud of his lineage, enjoying his father's stories of the first Black Knights and dreaming of his own adventures to come.
He has a background of study in various scientific fields like genetics, physics, and mechanical engineering at the behest of his father. It is likely he would have attended college to study in one or all of those fields if his father had not passed away when Marcus was eighteen.
After the death of his father, Marcus settled the Whitman estate in England before flying to the United States in search of his father's old teammates.
Sample Post:
The funds his father had left to him was more than enough to finance his trip to America. Unable to part with the Black Knight museum, he had left it in the care of his father's assistant, Melanie. She had helped run the place for years and Marcus had no doubts that she would treat it well.
The museum's credentials made transporting the Ebony Blade through paranoid customs agencies much less painful.
The first glimpse of New York was a definite shock. The town he'd grown up in was not small by any means. But, there was something distinctly feral about this city. Something predatory. Essentially, it was exactly what he was looking for.
He located the nearest phone booth and stepped inside. The long case containing the Ebony Blade and his duffel bag crowded him in, but he managed to just close the door. In the inside pocket of his jacket was a folded, battered letter to him from his father. He knew it all from memory, by now. But, it was a nervous habit to double-check the number before dialing.
"Mr. Jarvis?" Marcus' softer, British tones strained to be heard over the traffic of the street nearby. "Hello, it's Marcus Whitman again. Yes, my flight's just landed. I know I don't have an appointment, but I was hoping someone might be available to see me. No, of course... not today. Just... soon."
He fingered the Avalon pendant around his neck almost nervously as he listened to the butler speak.
"Yes, thank you. I'll call 'round tomorrow and check back. Goodbye."
The phone receiver was already buzzing a dial tone as he settled it back into its cradle and picked up his bags. He could wait. He had nothing but time.
Email: karmaschild[at]gmail[dot]com
AIM: KarmasChild
Character Name: Marcus Whitman. The Black Knight
Character LJ: 4th_blackknight
Physical description: 6'0", 170 lbs, 18 years old.
PB: Steven Strait
Abilities: Marcus is a trained unarmed combatant, superb swordsman, and expert horseman as his father was. When he touches his mystic pendant and invokes the name of Avalon, he conjures up his equipment and steed. The armor and weapons are extremely lightweight but supernaturally durable. His Shield of Night not only protects him from most attacks but also absorbs the energy of the forces directed against it. He can then release that stored energy in the form of power blasts from his blade, the Sword of Light. Thanks to his mother's heritage, he also ages at a much slower pace than an average human and his strength/endurance levels are notably higher.
His genetically altered horse, Aether, can fly at great speeds. He is also considerably more intelligent than the average horse.
Also in possession of the Ebony Blade, but reluctant to use it due to the blood curse on it.
Weaknesses and flaws: He is hell-bent on upholding the noble name of the Black Knight. Even so far as to rush headlong into any crisis, alone or no, just to prove his bravery and mettle. More often than not, his horse has the better sense of the two.
Character location/Home: Avenger
Alignment: Hero! Anything else is grounds for ritual suicide.
Relatives: Dane Whitman (father, deceased). Sersi (mother, unknown).
Backstory: Marcus is the only son of Dane Whitman, the third Black Knight. His father had lived for a time in the body of his 12th century ancestor Sir Eobar Garrington, battling Apocalypse with his lover Sersi. Upon their return to their proper time, the two became separated and Dane found himself alone with their infant son, Marcus. Attempts to locate her failed and after a time, Dane gave up the search to settle in England and raise Marcus up himself. Marcus grew up strong and proud of his lineage, enjoying his father's stories of the first Black Knights and dreaming of his own adventures to come.
He has a background of study in various scientific fields like genetics, physics, and mechanical engineering at the behest of his father. It is likely he would have attended college to study in one or all of those fields if his father had not passed away when Marcus was eighteen.
After the death of his father, Marcus settled the Whitman estate in England before flying to the United States in search of his father's old teammates.
Sample Post:
The funds his father had left to him was more than enough to finance his trip to America. Unable to part with the Black Knight museum, he had left it in the care of his father's assistant, Melanie. She had helped run the place for years and Marcus had no doubts that she would treat it well.
The museum's credentials made transporting the Ebony Blade through paranoid customs agencies much less painful.
The first glimpse of New York was a definite shock. The town he'd grown up in was not small by any means. But, there was something distinctly feral about this city. Something predatory. Essentially, it was exactly what he was looking for.
He located the nearest phone booth and stepped inside. The long case containing the Ebony Blade and his duffel bag crowded him in, but he managed to just close the door. In the inside pocket of his jacket was a folded, battered letter to him from his father. He knew it all from memory, by now. But, it was a nervous habit to double-check the number before dialing.
"Mr. Jarvis?" Marcus' softer, British tones strained to be heard over the traffic of the street nearby. "Hello, it's Marcus Whitman again. Yes, my flight's just landed. I know I don't have an appointment, but I was hoping someone might be available to see me. No, of course... not today. Just... soon."
He fingered the Avalon pendant around his neck almost nervously as he listened to the butler speak.
"Yes, thank you. I'll call 'round tomorrow and check back. Goodbye."
The phone receiver was already buzzing a dial tone as he settled it back into its cradle and picked up his bags. He could wait. He had nothing but time.
