Marcus Hasan

Nicknames: Beta I, Please however call him Marcus.
-Enrique (Clerise)
-Somebody (Before)
Gender: Male
Age: 22 (Born May 8th, 1992)
Category: Moon
Height: 6' 2"
RL Ref: Marius Hordijk asdfgh;;

Personality:
Serious fuck business. A lot of it. Growing up with the attitude he had to fight for his shit made him often focus in on things and think tactically, and practically. Sacrificing things for the greater needs of others? Okay, done, so long as it means that the end goal will be accomplished. Putting himself at risk so another teammate might be able to see another day? Not that bad. He lived a semi-difficult life, but not too difficult. He lived, he made it work. While he is uptight about getting shit done he’s not just that. Once stuff is done he does relax and calm down. Unwound, Marcus is fairly mellow, fine with lazing about and just keeping to himself or enjoying some quite company. You might not see him being a party animal, but he’d still go to a party, if just to socialize and take his mind off of work. He likes being serious and having things set up for success, but if no goal or task is presented, he'll relax and calm down.
Sadly, in being so task oriented, he can lose sight of what is on the side, effectively giving himself tunnel vision and forgetting his job in the first place. Desiderio is pretty good in keeping Marcus from deviating from his work when it needs to be done, and they do feed on one another rather well. Marcus would be reluctant to admit it but, he does share some Dis’s..tastes. Just not so overtly. Really. Try to at least have some tact!
Oh, on the test thing, please don't remind him of it. Look, he didn't get to PICK his golem okay. It...he doesn't want to talk about it. :C
>> Easy going
>> Task Oriented
>> Well Meaning
>> Self defeating
>> Anxious
>> Aggressive  

Life Before

He grew up in the slums of New York, just outside Manhattan island. His mom worked two jobs, and his older brother was a high school drop out also working full time to help support the family. Both his elder brother and younger were only half siblings, all three the result of three failed marriages. Needless to say he didn’t live some glamorous life style, but he also was lucky enough to not really get involved with gangs or any sort of ‘disreputable people’ as his mother would tell him. No, Marcus more or less was determined not to become another statistic cliché case study or some poster child for immigrant rights or some funky ass shit like that. (He was a third generation kid okay, jesus). He was taught how to live on the basics, the bare minimum. He was taught how to survive and how to work to survive.

He had been able to sparsely see shadows since he was very young, but his ability did not fully manifest until he was 12 by which point he'd silenced himself about the things he saw, both due to being told it wasn't right, and due to notion he was unwanted enough already. He did not want to risk him being abandoned due to what he claimed to have seen.

Anyways, growing up outside of a metropolis had it perks, and one of those was being able to go in and just live. Free running became his favorite hobby, and him and several of his friends would go into town and just practice doing tricks and attempting moves, often resulting in a few falls and multicolored bruises. It was the one activity Marcus was not so stiff or serious about. It was the one thing he could just cut loose and be free. This didn’t last long as one of his closer friends however attempted a move on a railing and fell, resulting in double fracture in his leg. While everyone cited it as an accident, his friend claims he felt someone, or something nipped at his foot, causing him to lose his balance and fall. While Marcus never agreed, since the event he got a sense of uneasiness around his friend, who had become more and more paranoid until he was just a reflection of who he’d once been, and now was a very easily frightened young man, hardly the same as the guy who had once free run with him. At that time, Marcus had been 15.

While Marcus found himself uneasy around his buddy, it was like being watched or that yeah, just like his friend was saying, something was nearby. Sure Marcus would openly shrug and laugh it off, but internally, he couldn’t. It never really went away. Slowly, Marcus began to get the same feeling when people around him would become afraid or accidents might occur. Most often, he got this feeling late at night, when he’d see people walking along, always looking over their shoulder.

Still, Marcus kept up with his studies, and eventually graduated high school. But the strange feeling he had persisted. They finally accumulated on the day of his graduation, so many people were afraid of messing up, tripping falling, the sense he’d never been able to place overwhelming him. He didn’t like it, not one bit. Post graduation, he was approached by a man who told him that what he felt in the auditorium wasn’t false, that the feeling he got over the years were not just random accidents. He had an ability. The offer of a job, strange sounding or not, was tempting. He was at the cusp of life, not yet decided on his career choice. To learn about this unknown, to do something greater? Yeah. That seemed like a better offer then working full time to save up for college.

Family:
Mother: Joanne Arnolds (French)
Older brother: Michael Strauss (Irish)
Younger brother: Matthew Baker (German)
Marcus is the only one in his family with obvious racial difference. His father was Arabic, and he doesn't know where/what nationality. His mother never knew or cared, and his father left shortly after he was born.  

Random Info:

Harry Potter House- Slytherin
Wand- Yew with Unicorn Core, 14 inches, Rigid
Odd quirk- He shaved part of his canines down to appear more fang-like
Favorite Color- Blue
Favorite Animal- Songbirds Dove and Patrick (Two dogs he and his wife own)
Least favorite Animal- Large Dogs Large halloween dogs that are not normal dogs he's grown too fond of the idea of having a normal dog.
Element- Earth
Skills- Parkour, Cooking, Ambidextrous, Quad-lingual
Smells like- Old Spice
Born in- New York City
Race- 1/2 Arabic (unknown), 1/2 French-American
Religion- Raised Roman Catholic, lost faith early on in life
Languages- English, Can slightly understand German, Farsi, Arabic
Secret Dream- To have and raise a family :'C
Hair coloration- The result of a burn incident from his youth, scar tissue, and later the removal of said tissue had left the area void of pigmentation. If he shaved his head, the skin would be a pale pinkish white.
Father- His father left shortly after his birth due to his father (Marcus's grandfather) requesting him in his homeland. His brother, (Marcus's Uncle) had several children, one of whom is Ian another being Alistaire. Marcus found that his father never quite told anyone about his son to anyone in his family, though his marriage to Marcus's mother was a short affair. As such, he grew up unaware that he had any relatives from his father's side. Just as much as they had no idea that Marcus's father had a child to begin with. Marcus's father remains missing and has been presumed dead for the last 20 years.