Shaant Marbius™
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I may be ugly, but they sure love to stare.
Joined: Jul 2007
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About You
Name» Adrian
Age» 17
Character Info
Full Name» Shannt Marbius
Nickname» Shan / Marbi
Age» 17
Year» Senior
Gender» Male
Boarder or Day Student?» Boarder
Financial Status/Fame/Well known?» Well Known.
Clique» Loner/Outcast
Classes» »English 10
»German
»Theater
»European History
»Geometry
»Zoology
»Developing Relationships
»Computer Technology
Personality»
NARCISSISTIC: These days, everyone seems to be a bit vain. However, Shaant takes this to the next level. He constantly catches himself staring at his reflection for over five minutes. He could literally gaze into the mirror and critique himself for hours if he wanted to, but his hyperactivity always keeps him under ten minutes. He does not think he is the most attractive guy on the face of the earth, but he certainly believes that he is very close to it. He was definitely blessed with better than average looks but he takes it too far. He can easily walk up to a girl and ask her for her number even if he has no idea who she is. This of course is not the best way to approach a girl and hopefully a future lover but he has not realized this yet since several girls have indeed given him their number. One day he actually got a number from a pretty blonde. He called it that night and found out that it was a rejection hotline number. His jaw dropped when he heard the automated voice on the receiving end of the telephone was telling him that he had been rejected. After that, he was a bit more cautious about who he asked and how he went about doing so. Shaant actually talks to them for a few minutes now.
[u]UNDISTINGUISHED[u]: Unfortunately, he is much like everyone else. There are few people out there that are not fascinated by World War II. He plays video games every chance he gets and loves watching Saturday morning cartoons in his Spongebob boxers eating a stale honey bun. Usually Mad does not watch a whole lot of television--he prefers to get ont he computer and fiddle with Myspace or AIM--but when he does, he watches classic shows such as This Old House, America's Castles, Scariest Places on Earth, and other Fox, TNT, and TLC shows. They are his absolute favorites since he grew up watching them. Scary shows such as Are You Afraid of the Dark? still creep him out; but hey, everyone likes a good scare every once in a while. He likes old school pop like Country Grammar by Nelly although he will literally listen to anything that is not jazz, folk, bluegrass, or anything along those soul lines. All in all, he is quite ordinary and very easily blends in with the rest of society as a whole. He even works as a bagger which is the typical young person's job. You could not exactly call him an all American, red-blooded boy since he is from South Africa, but he is certainly getting there.
AMIABLE: Shaant has several very good friends. He is quite easy to get along with as long as you have a reasonable sense of humor and do not take things too seriously. A lot of people clearly believe that everything Shaant says should be taken personally. This is not the case at all. You should take everything he says with a grain of salt because most of the time he is just blowing smoke. He is one of the biggest BSers you will ever meet. His ego is inflated to the point of being popped. You can very easily puncture his large amount of self-pride by either claiming that he has a small penis or has bad breath--just like every other guy on the face of this earth. The only attribute of his that you could never possibly hurt is his hair. People often tend to instantly insult his huge head of lion hair but he never seems to be affected in the least. If anything it amuses him because deep down, he knows they are just jealous of his mad teasing skills. But as long as you are friends with him, he is the most loyal son-of-a-gun out there. Shaant will stand by you through the thick and thin, not leaving your side for a moment. He is extremely loyal and will do anything please you. Doing little favors is one of his best traits.
DEVIANT: Some may call him estranged or perverted, but loved ones just know him as sexually creative. He has an odd though extremely predictable way of always being able to turn the most innocent of situations into very perverse ones. That seems to be his niche in life; being bad. It may not be a good characteristic but it certainly seems to complete his puzzle. He will most likely never grow out of his sexually deviant mind because although it is enlarged because of his age, he seems to be much more explicit than most kids his age. Sometimes he is made fun of for being so graphic, but usually people seem to be attracted to it because he fails to hide any of his thoughts. Anything that crosses his mind is spit out--and usually spoken in a much more shocking manner than he had realized because of lacking preparation--before he even gets a chance to think anything over. Adults seem to be truly offended by his dirty mouth although teenagers are either quite used to it because they know what to expect from him or completely baffled. His thoughts are usually more on the twisted, incest, or bestiality side than torture some such as BDSM. To him, you have to enjoy it. For example, he often wonders if animals enjoy having sex as much as humans do. This sometimes sets him apart from other people, but he refuses to change.
BENEVOLENT: He is extremely kind-hearted. Most people that are nice would give back to the community but Shaant refuses to stoop to this low. He sees it as a waste of time. Whether he paints a park bench purple or not, it will undoubtedly chip away and someone will have to go back and fix it. Thus, volunteer work just is not for Shaant. His mother often tries to get him involved in leadership groups but every time she does he simply looks at her as if she had a third eye. So instead of making skate parks or playgrounds, he often assists in profit-hungry activities such as car washes. Of course he is not the one doing the washing--the hot girls are--but he certainly will help with the money counting and whatnot. He, just like every other freshman boy, often does sweet acts like this to get a girl although he never seems to get lucky. Usually he earns a slap on his cheek or a swift kick to his balls when he approaches them with that sly grin on his face. They all know what he is up to. However, he does seem to be very generous. Whenever a kid at school is getting picked on, he usually comes to the rescue unless the culprit is a football player. In that case, he backs off.
MORAL: Even if he is a tad unoriginal, Shaant’s one good quality about him. He knows right from wrong. He does not always do the right thing, but he does know better than to disobey an adult that is trying to help him. A common metaphor to describe this would be a demon on one shoulder and an angel on the other. However, Mad does not exactly get the best end of the bargain on this deal. It seems as if the angel is always on holiday and the demon is busily working on his next scheme to screw with Shaant's head--and he always achieves this small feat. It does not take much to completely warp his world being that he does not exactly have a life. Shaant always seems to be fighting his continence when it comes to whether or not he will eat a cheeseburger or some vegan dish. He is in fact a hardcore organic vegan and he very rarely eats anything that is not from a health food store. No dairy products, no eggs, no meat, no fish; and to top it off, everything is organic. He never wears leather and he absolutely despises anyone that wears fur. This seems to be the only unique quality he has although of course he sometimes has a bit of trouble sticking to this extremely strict diet plan. He literally has to plan every single meal out or else he could be eating something that contains an animal by-product; companies often sneak strange animal substances and chemicals into foods that we have no idea goes on.
Appearance»
Face; Shaant has never really had that childish face that everyone else has had at one time in they’re life. He’s always had a rather squared out face, with a strong jaw line. With a rather odd slope nose, Shaant has been known as the ugly kid who everyone loves to look at. He’s always been known for the faces that he can make, usually just to make his little sisters laugh.
Lips & Teeth; Shaant has amazing lips, and teeth. Granted due to the fact that he is a singer, he enjoys to keeping his teeth nearly pearly white, and his lips never dry, usually he’s always wearing some type of chap stick to prevent his lips from getting dried, and chapped.
Eyes; Shaant’s eyes are a rather light shade of blue, almost ice blue, but not… Its rather complicated to describe his eyes due to the fact that in a different light, they look a different color blue. Though many of his ex’s have told him that he has the most amazing eyes.
Body; Shaant has never been the skinniest guy in the world, and honestly, he’s rather glad that he isn’t. He’s never been one who actually enjoys looking at thin people. And though most of his body isn’t fat, he tends to work out which causes more muscle to form on his body. Clad with broad shoulders and great hips, he’s always been one to stare at himself for longer than five minutes.
Hair; Shaant is well known for his hair. That beautiful color of a sand blonde, and in its length it reaches about his shoulders. Usually, Shaant has it parted rather far to the right, pushing it over to drape over his left eye, and most of the left side of his face. And though his hair is rather odd looking, its probably the softest hair many people have ever felt.
Clothing style» Shaant is the kid of guy who will ear what he feels like wearing. Which does include just a pair of under-roo’s that have like, the Superman symbol on them, but he usually only does that when he’s alone in his dorm room. There have been many different phases of Shaant’s clothing, from the Gothic look, and now to the “I wear what I want” stage. Though most of the time, it’s a band shirt, along with a pair of jeans, skinny, or baggy, and his vans.
Family» Emma Darin - Mother
Jackson Marbius - Father
Suzan Darin - Youngest sister
Jessica Darin - Middle sister
Likes »
• Kinky Sex
• Drinking
• Boys and Girls
• Himself
• Reading
Dislikes »
• His job
• His family
• Ignorance
• Being stupid.
History»
Born in Germany, at St. John‘s Hospital. His mother just so happened to be a nurse there, who was rapped and almost murdered by his father, Jackson Marbius, but soon after she found out that she was pregnant with Jackson’s baby, she nearly got an abortion, but it was too late once she had the money saved up.
When a kid, he wasn’t to much into anything, always a shy kid, always reading and writing. When he was placed into school, Shaant was made fun of, because his mother was German and his father was a murder / rapist.
While Shaant was home one summer he found out that he had a knack for Photography. Since he was only 9 he couldn’t get the job that he wanted just yet. Not even in high school he started to get more and more into photography and sex. One night while at work in a park, Shaant was kidnapped, taken some place, and held captive for two years, beaten and raped over and over again by two different men. One of those men, became his so called 'lover‘.
Dealing with the beatings and the constant rape for nearly a whole two years. Once Andrew set him free, he retuned home. Though life wasn’t so good after he had. His mother and Father hated him now, and had three baby girls who didn’t even share his fathers last name… Honestly, Shaant is the only one in his family with the last name of Marbius…His supposed that his mother and step father hated him because he left so long.
Granted that the two girls were his step fathers, but they never seemed to care for them either. It was five am, on a Monday morning, when Shaant woke up, to find both of his parents gone, with a letter on the fridge, saying
“Shaant,
Your father and I have left you the house, the car, and some money for food… You need to get a job so you can support yourself and the baby girls. You were never really what I wanted, but I want you to know that this will change your life.
Be good, and take care of your sisters.
Xoxo,
Emma.”
She didn’t even have the guts to write mom, because she never saw Shaant has her son. That was the new beginning of Shaant’s messed up life. Having to raise two girls, one who was still only a few months old, and another who was about 3 at the time… Shaant started a new life, he was only 11 years old… Thankful that the house was at least paid off, Shaant went out and got the worst possible job he could, but at least it put food on the table and got him enough money to buy candles for when the power went out.
Life was hectic, and will forever be hectic for poor little Shaant Marbius.
As he got older, raising his little sisters all on his own, Shaant started to develop a rather morbid life style. Growing up without parents, a kid is bond to get into trouble.. When he was 11, nearly right after his parents left, he started to murder small animals, and then after each year he started to kill more, and more animals, and usually only for the pleasure of it, what with him being a Vegan and all. He started to read more books, books that involved rape and murder, and soon got sucked into a dark and demented world of anger and rape. Going out each night just to find himself under the care of some drug dealer that would rape him, and abuse him, but Shaant never seemed to mind, he actually loved it. Every night a new person to pleasure, or a new person to pleasure him with his odd ways.. Yeah so… Shaant’s a bit of a freak, but with a fucked up childhood, who wouldn’t be a little messed up?
RPG Sample»
-Old Roleplay-
It was 6 am on a not so busy Friday morning in the city called Phantoms, hardly any cars zoomed down the street, causing a blur of many colors and shapes. People probably weren’t even up yet, or at least just getting up, rolling out of bed, to get ready for work, or even school. A youth sat within his little apartment on the 8th floor within the large building. Sitting there on his bed, his legs crossed and a bowl of frosted flakes in his hand as he stared at the TV, watching some type of documentary on animals. Sadly enough, it was the only thing on TV that he hadn’t seen a million times before.
A soft sigh left the boys lips before he looked down at his black Lab, Nina. “You should start acting like a Dog Nina… I’m tired of you hogging the cover’s all night when you sleep with me.” He teased and then patted her head before standing to walk off into the kitchen. Placing the bowl in the sink, he started to run the hot water, letting the cold drops roll over his fingers before it shifted to it’s hot settings, listening to the pipes creak, he turned the water off, and lifted a towel to his hands to dry them off. Setting the towel down, he looked down at his cell phone and say that it was already nearly 7 o’clock. “Oh crap!” He yelled and rushed into his room to turn off the TV and grab his keys.
Haku rushed to the door and opened it, slipping on his shoes, and grabbing his bag before he ran out the door, locking it as quickly as he could without dropping the keys. Once the task was done, he bolted to catch the elevator, and thankfully, he made it just in time.
Down stairs, the youth named Haku walked past a few people, trying to get outside so he wouldn’t be late for work. Haku worked in a rather large Library/coffee shop. As a Librarian & as a person who makes the coffee‘s. The job may have sounded easy, but it really wasn’t. He always had to stop what he was doing with the books to give someone a coffee. It bothered him, and upset him mostly that his boss, Mariko wouldn’t hire anyone to help him out. She always said “Your old enough to do this yourself Haku.” And of course, due to the fact that he was taught to respect everyone, he would just shut up and do as she asked and or told him to do.
Rushing down the now busy streets of Phantoms city, he finally reached the Library, walking in about 10 minutes late. Mariko was already standing there, her hands on her hips, ready to yell at Haku about being late.
“Haku, this is the second time this week you’ve been late for work, what am I going to do with you huh?!” She yelled. Haku bowed to her and the spoke faintly, in a rather scared voice. “I’m sorry Mariko. I didn’t know I was going to be late, I thought I was on time, my watch must be wrong. I’m sorry, It’ll never happen again, I’m so sorry…” He was quick with his words, but sometimes that was best, as long as he said that he was sorry more than twice, everything would be fine with Mariko. Once Haku lifted his head slowly, Mariko gave him that glare she gave her husband when she knew he was lying to her, and yet she dismissed him and told him to get to work.
Already in a hurry to get away from Mariko, he rushed to the back room where he could put his things away in his little locker and get to work on putting away books, and maybe even reading one here and there. A large stack of books were waiting for him once he returned to the main part of the Library, taking in a deep breath, he set in, placing books away here and there, trotting away to each section for each different book.
The library was rather dead today, which was odd. There was school today, and he did know that, but usually the same group of girls from his high school came in to get some coffee… They didn’t today. That was rather odd, but of course, Haku dismissed it and just told himself that maybe they went somewhere else, or maybe they’re sick. Shrugging it off, he moved to his place behind the counter where the coffee machines were, and sat himself down, he had time, no one was around, why not read a little?
Haku moved himself slowly, pulling out a rather large book, he had been reading it every day since he found it and it was rather interesting. It was as though each time he’d find a page, something new would be written. Leaning back within his little chair, Haku picked up where he left off, and started to read once more, his little mind racing as the words filled them, Playing out like little movies.
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