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✓ Strong willed | Intelligent | Easy-going personality | Hard worker | Born Leader | Plenty of strength
✗ Competitive | Slightly inept | Pessimistic | Sore loser | Arrogant | Horrid listener | Narcissistic
Raised in Egypt for a short time being, Marcus grew up in a medium size, well adjusted family. He has a mother, father, and about four brothers and sisters varying in ages but they're all older than him. Being born into a family of that size, it would seem only natural that a child would fight for their parent's attention and affection. No matter how much the parents reminded all the children that they were all loved equally and unconditionally, there's was always going to be a slight strife among them.
Around the age of seven is when Marcus' dad got a promotion in his field and the family packed up to move to America. The parents had heard some interesting things about the country and thought it would be a good experience for the children. Luckily the kids adjusted pretty quickly to the change and they were all doing well at their new schools. It wasn't until the age of nine that the parents started to notice a change in Marcus. It had scared the mother half to death when she caught him playing with fire, but for some reason he wasn't burning himself. Apparently Marcus had been able to play around with elements since the age of 4, but it wasn't until now that he accidentally let it slip in front of his parents.
He was hiding it all this time because he thought something was wrong with him and his parents would hate him for it. When they explained it to him, it was quite the opposite from what he expected. They were amazed with him and called him gifted. This is just what he needed to hear to puff up his ego tenfold and think that he was better than all his brothers and sisters. Unfortunately his ego was immediately shot down when they compared him to another one of his older siblings that didn't live with them because they were at some type of special school. Marcus had always figure that they left because they were really smart or something like that (which is technically true because they studied Psionic Arts), but now he's learning that it was because they had some sort of super power.
Ever since that day, Marcus has continued his life in going to regular schools while practicing and briefly studying his abilities on the sidelines. A few years later and Marcus is now entering his second year at Arcanum Universum.
-Being the center of attention
-Having giving abilities to show off or improve his skills
-Stylish looking clothes
-Rock candy & pop rocks
-People thinking they're better than him
-People who stammer (Only if it's because the person is shy or nervous. If it's a medical condition, he understands)
-His accessory is an afro pick with a goat mold at the top. Marcus is a firm lover
worshiperof goats. "The goat's eye sees all," is something you'll often hear him say if you ask about it. ...And technically it's true because of the goat's widened peripheral vision.
-Marcus doesn't listen very well when it comes to peers talking to him for long periods of time because he's grown so used to tuning out his older siblings.
-He's afraid of heights because of the "The bigger they are, the harder they fall" mentality.
(MORE TO COME LATER)
Marcus quickly hopped out of bed, waking up late per usual, although this day was worse since it was the start of his second year. He had been waiting all summer for this day to arrive. It's not so much that he was eager to get back into school work, but this was place was far more interesting than any other school he's been to.
He barely had any time to shower as he sprinted around his room, making sure that all of his things were put together. However he managed to find sometime to get in for 5 minutes before going back to running around like a headless chicken. Making a mental checklist, he started crossing off all the things he's already done. Bookbag? Check. Bathe? Check. Uniform? Check. Lucky pick? Double check. Never leave that thing behind. Sooner than he could think about it, he was out the door and then skidded to a stop. "Oh wait... How's my hair?" he thought to himself aloud. He took a quick moment to look at his reflection in a window with a smug grin and a nod, "Perfect as always." And then he was off.