Post by Greg Marsh on Jan 5, 2011 20:40:06 GMT -8
Greg Marsh
-BASIC INFORMATION-
Full Name: William Gregory Marsh, III
Preferred Name or Nickname: Greg
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 30
Date of Birth: February 27, 1984
Main Character Classification - (List): Human
Character Type: Hunter
Power(s): None
Sexuality: Straight
Side(Good, Evil, or Neutral): Good... mostly. Well, he tries... Well, okay, he could be trying harder. But, give the guy a break. It's the apocalypse.
Hometown: Buffaly, NY/Manchester, NH
Current Residence: Nomadic. He doesn't really have a set residence anymore, but when he does feel the need to settle somewhere he typically ends up at Ellen and Jo Harvelle's camp.
-DETAILS-
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Light brown
Height: 5' 10"
Body Type: Athletic
Distinguishing Marks: A few scars, but nothing too noticable unless one is looking closely.
Tattoos and Piercings: None
Vehicle (if you wish): Tan Jeep Wrangler (that's right, it's still kickin' when he can manage to put fuel in it).
Personal Style (write a short paragraph): Greg's style and demeanor depend largely on his state of mind. When he's feeling generally good about life he wears nice jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters. When he's a bit depressed he tends to wear more worn and broken in jeans and hoodies and mostly neutral colors. When he's feeling really angry or distressed, he wears lots of gray and lets his hair grow long, even develops some facial hair, and he doesn't care much about his appearance. Generally, he wears a lot of green, tan, and grey. He also has a collection of hats and jackets he wears as needed. These days, he goes for functionality over anything else, so he's a bit less picky with his clothing. He's also put grooming on the back burner, which means his hair's long and rarely brushed and he's usually sporting a beard or at the very least some heavy stubble. He does bathe regularly, though. He may look grundgy, but he smells great.
-PERSONAL INFORMATION-
Likes (3 at least):
- Classic and 90s rock music
- Vintage t-shirts
- Alcohol (rum in particular)
- Hats
- Playing guitar
- Knives
- Coffee
Dislikes (3 at least):
- Dishonesty
- Spicy food
- Broccoli
- Rap music
- Sandals
- Guns - though he's not opposed to using them when necessary
- Werewolves
Strengths (3 at least):
- Hand-to-hand combat
- Can use a gun if need be
- Is very skilled in using a knife or, if he comes across one, a sword
- He's in good physical shape
- He can be very intimidating or otherwise persuasive when he wants to be
Weaknesses (3 at least):
- His view of right and wrong shifts depending on his own needs or desires at the time
- He doesn't function well on his own
- He's a bit manic and unpredictable, prone to random acts of violence or reckless behavior
- He constantly mis-reads people and social situations
- He's a bit of a problem drinker, and it could be argued he's a functioning alcoholic
Dreams for the Future: Greg takes things day by day these days and doesn't tend to look toward the future much. He may not know it, but his dream is just to feel like he has a safe place to come home to like he once did. And having someone to share that home with would be a nice bonus... Possibly a certain blonde with a knife collection that would put his own to shame.
Fears: Small spaces, death, water, loneliness.
Hero(es): He doesn't really have any.
Biggest Secret(s): He accidentally killed his father when he was fifteen. He tends to hide his drinking habits, though they're more noticable than he thinks.
Personality (write a decent paragraph):
The impending doom of the apocalypse has changed Greg quite a bit, though the core of who he is still exists... somewhere. Greg typically keeps to himself, preferring to slip under the radar and only be noticed when he chooses to be. Therefore when someone does take notice of him and he's not looking for any attention, he can seem very cold and, if he really doesn't want to talk to you, even mean. On the other hand, he has moments of recklessness where he deliberately attracts the wrong kind of attention or picks an unnecessary fight just to take out his aggression. These moments are typically fueled by some sort of manic episode combined with alcohol.
When Greg feels comfortable and doesn't feel the need to constantly fight for survival - which are rare moments - he becomes more like himself: kind (even if he's a bit of a smartass), caring, thoughtful, and generally easy-going. Most of his manic state of mind has to do with the fact that he feels very alone and afraid every second of every day. If he can manage to find a little peace and safety, he comes out of it if given time to do so.
There are some key things about Greg that have been altered due to the new state of the world. He's more obsessive about those he cares about, and can often get over-zealous about keeping them safe. He also has become more territorial of places and people he cares about, which has given him more of an alpha-male type personality than he had in the past. He's also become a skilled hunter, and he's confident in these skills. He doesn't take kindly to being questioned by most people, other than a few he trusts. He isn't likely to help a stranger, but if someone's put in his care he'll do what he can to protect them. If someone he cares about is in danger, he'll run in to help them... sometimes without thinking things through all the way.
-CHARACTER HISTORY-
Father: William Gregory Marsh, II (aka Bill or Billy); died at age 42 in 1999
Mother: Natalie Colton - born November 29, 1965, currently 49
Sibling(s): Everett James Marsh (aka Rett), born July 23, 1991, currently 23
Children: None
Other Family: (close family) Kyle Marsh, currently 43
"Family Don't End with Blood": (close friends) Jo Harvelle (on and off girlfriend), Ellen Harvelle (acquaintance and at some times a mentor-type figure), Annali MacPherson (close friend, former girlfriend), Kelli Jo MacPherson (close friend), Dean Winchester (shaky ally, more for Annali's benefit than theirs)
History:
Greg was born in Buffalo, New York on February 27, 1984 to William Gregory Marsh II and Natalie Hoffman. He's always gone by his middle name to prevent confusion within the family, since his grandfather goes by William and his father goes by Billy. He has a younger brother named Everett James Marsh, who was born July 23, 1991. Greg had a strained relationship with his parents. From the time he was little, Greg always had social problems. He'd get into fights with other children, fly into rages that frightened his mother and angered his father. No matter how many doctors they took him to, how many medications they tried, nothing seemed to "fix" Greg.
One night, when Greg was 11 years old and had one of his infamous temper tantrums, his mother - alone with him and Everett - dragged him into the closet beneath the stairs to the second floor of their house. Hysterical and at her wit's end, Natalie locked him inside and turned up the volume on the television to a near-deafening level to drown out Greg's screams. He eventually passed out and Natalie left him there to sleep until morning. When she let him out he was nearly catatonic. He didn't speak for two days afterwards. This event traumatized Greg and forever altered his relationship with his mother.
In high school, Greg got very good grades, and was a member of the football team for a while, but he had frequent disciplinary problems and absences. He also had several run-ins with the local authorities for getting into fights and breaking into cars and public buildings. His father died of a head injury when he was 15 years old. He left home when he was 18 and bounced from one residence to the next for a few years before settling in Manchester.
He lived in Topeka, Kansas and went to high school there for part of his junior year and the entirety of his senior year. There he met and befriended Kelli Jo MacPherson. Through Kelli Jo, he also met her older sister, Annali. He had a bit of a crush on her and Kelli Jo coaxed him into going to their senior prom by setting him up with Annali. Greg and Annali dated for a while until Greg moved to Buffalo, New York to live with his uncle and to persue a college career. He and Annali parted on good terms and remained friends.
He was first exposed to supernatural occurances when his roommate was attacked by a werewolf. Greg was 21 at the time and living in New York City. Of course, they didn't know he was a werewolf until he began to change and tried to devour Greg. After he was forced to kill his roommate to save himself, he went searching for the werewolf that had caused all of it. He found that and much more and ended up falling into the Hunting life. Now he travels when he needs to, always looking for something to take his anger out on.
He moved to an apartment in Manchester, NH and he worked as a bartender. He traveled off and on when he felt the need to hunt the supernatural. He met Sam and Dean Winchester through Annali MacPherson when he helped them break a curse. He came across Harvelles' Roadhouse and visited frequently to get information and sometimes take a case. He met Jo Harvelle while he was on a hunt in Louisiana, and the two became friends after she rescued him from a voodoo witch. They kept in touch as friends for a while and gradually their relationship became something more. However, their lifestyles and the coming apocalypse prevented them from settling into a comfortable, official relationship. They had a casual off-and-on relationship for a few years, but Greg never dated anyone else during that time.
The city of Boston was recently overtaken by the Croatoan virus, which crept quickly up the east coast. As he packed up and fled, he ended up having to fight his way through overrun and ruined cities. Since then, he's been constantly on the run, just trying to make it through every day, and sometimes wondering why he bothers.
-FINAL DETAILS-
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RP Sample (required):
Greg heard his foot drag across gravel as he slid behind an overturned car. There had once been a street here, but now it had been reduced nearly to rubble. Broken down and overturned vehicles littered the area like they'd been struck down in battle. He smiled a little at the thought, but more likely the cars had been abandoned and left to rust way before this thing could even have been called a battle.
An empty clip slid out of his handgun and fell to the ground as he pulled a full clip from his jacket pocket. He slid the new clip into the gun as he heard running footsteps approaching. He'd just pulled back the bolt on the gun as something crashed on top of the car. Well, what could be considered the top in the car's current position. It was turned on its side, its passenger windows pointing toward the sky.
Greg rolled out of the way just as the creature jumped down from its position. It looked deceptively human. It even talked and reasoned like one. But it was violent, only looking to cause bloodshed. Greg got to his feet and started running. One Croat he could take, but there were dozens more where he'd come from. He couldn't kill them all. He needed to get the hell out of there. He just needed to get to his car.
"Shit!"
The word escaped Greg's mouth as something jerked him backward and he was pulled off his feet, landing hard on his back against the pavement. He'd managed to hold onto his gun, but that didn't do much good as a boot came down hard on his hand before he could raise it. Greg grimaced and clenched his teeth as pain shot through the fingers of his right hand. His left hand groped awkwardly at the right side of his belt for the handle of his knife.
The infected man stood over him and smiled. He looked almost normal. Like he was about to help Greg up from a fall.
"It's okay," he said calmly "It'll only hurt a little."
Greg wrenched his knife ungracefully from his belt as the man made a move to claw at Greg's face with long, dirty fingernails. Greg winced and turned his face away, but the guy managed to claw a line down the side of his face.
"Son of a..."
The end of the sentence was a grunt as Greg plunged the blade of the knife into the man's thigh. The guy sucked breath in through his teeth, but didn't react as much to the pain as a normal man would have. He stumbled backward as Greg yanked the knife free, careful not to let the blood splatter. He rolled out of the way, leaving his gun on the ground for the moment as he stood. His sneakers pounded on the ground as he ran. He'd need to get that blood off his knife before he did something stupid and infected himself. But he also needed to get to safety, somewhere.
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