Marco Lane

The Basics

• Vital Stats

  • Race: Tiger
  • Age: 22
  • Height: 5'6''
  • Weight: 180
  • Body Type: Jbiebs might be photo-shopped , but Marco isn't.
  • Previous References: 3 2 1
  • Complexion: Snow white, pale stripes you can see in the right light
  • Identifying Markings: The number "836" branded just below the center of his collarbones. He's been stripped of the the brand and now has a cauterized "T"/"Y" shaped wound where the skin has been closed.
  • Hair: Cut high and tight, white
  • Eyes: Pale yellow
  • Appealing Physical Attributes: His shockingly pale fur, his angular face. He looks every bit a tiger, and has learned to capitalize on those features.
  • Voice Reference: Vin Diesel as Riddick; Cat of Approximate Knowledge
  • Relationship Status: Single, not looking.
  • Physical Defenses: Marco has a pronounced tolerance for pain. He's quick and quiet. He is armed with meat hook claws and tiger teeth.
  • Physical Drawbacks: Marco is short, and untrained in fighting beyond what naturally comes to a tiger. His left arm has been broken repeatedly mended by Tijan.

• About Marco

  Personality

  Marco is most often reserved, however, he is able to overcome what appears to be introversion when working. As an apprentice tailor and talented boot black, he is at his most personable when working in detail with his hands. His humor is dark and even self-deprecating at times, which colors him cynical. He's just as happy to observe a conversation from a subsidiary position as he is to play a central role, and perhaps more-so.
  

  
  

  Sexuality

  Marco is most likely asexual, or perhaps “greysexual”, meaning that he doesn’t, or might rarely, experience sexual attraction to other people. He’s made attempts to connect on a sexual level with women in the past, but in both cases, found the experience dissatisfying. This doesn’t trouble Marco. Sexual intimacy isn’t really his thing. While he does not have a reliable or very meaningful sexual preference, his previous sexual activity has been exclusively with women. If pressed, he will identify as straight. Curiously, in general, he seems to prefer the company of dominant males.

  
  

  Likes

  Marco has a fondness for peppermint tea, although now-a-days he's careful to rein in his love of sugar. Sweets and baked goods are still high on his list of favorite foods. Like any self respecting cat, he craves warmth, and can often be found in front of a fireplace.

  
  

  Dislikes

  Marco does not appear to consume alcohol except under certain circumstances. He has a distaste for his boots, however handsome they are, and will remove them where appropriate. He possesses a strong personal distaste for the undeservingly cocky, but appears to have respect for proven power and proficiency. Marco doesn't have much patience for bleeding hearts, despite his tendency to attract them.

• Description

  His hair was kept cut high and tight – almost military neat, if the length of was overlooked. It left his angular face clean, where the bones of his brow and and cheeks jutted against pristine white fur. Like the moon on a crisp, clear night, his yellow eyes were vibrant and still. He'd finally grown into himself, his long arms, his wide hands. Button down shirts in dark, inky colors fit him well, and over them he wore a vest that was precisely tailored to his body, to bloom wide in the shoulders and cinch artfully at the waist. Every outfit was competently closed with a pair of black slacks - thinly belted, and comfortable, well cared for boots. When he smiled, it struck his lips like the tone of a deep bell. Pleasant and well rounded.
  
  

  Previous Description 4

  His yellow eyes seemed to glow like the moon on a clear night, vibrant and still. They were the only color on him. The rest of the tiger was a pale expanse of white fur, over which ghastly, barely-there stripes reached. His dress was simple: clean cut button down shirts, always tucked into neat black slacks, which were belted with thin leather. Often, he kept his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and always, buttoned his shirt to his throat, where a shark tooth pendant hung. Those shirts fit well over newly broadened shoulders and the foundation for a sturdy midsection. He had long arms, onto which he’d begun to lay muscle. It made his wide hands suit him better; more worthy of the weight of his stare. Despite the warm, polite smile he’d use, something dark occasionally swam through his eyes.

  
  
  

  Previous Description 3

  His eyes were bright and yellow, like the moon on a clear night, and glowed just as intensely. They were the only color on him. The rest of the tiger was a pale expanse of white fur, over which ghastly, barely-there stripes reached. He favored button down shirts of a simple cut in dark colors, and black pants. Often, he kept his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and always, buttoned his shirt to his throat. The young man was short, but he had long arms and large hands. There was a chance he'd grow out of it. Marco was slender, but well fed and beginning to put on muscle worthy of the weight of his stare. Something dark swam in his eyes. He had the loose, unrestrained smile of a dead man walking.

  
  
  

  Previous Description 2

  His burning yellow eyes were the only color on him. The rest of the tiger was a pale expanse of white fur, over which ghastly, barely-there stripes reached. He’d been branded; the number “836” written boldly beneath the hollow between his collar bones. The young man was short, and a perpetual hunch deepened the effect. Wide hands and sharply hooked claws echoed the untamed smolder of his eyes. Physically, he looked like he’d only begun to grow into his body; he was slender, though fed, and just beginning to build muscle worthy of his large hands. He was young, and obviously wet behind the ears, but those eyes… Something dark reached out of them, and he cloaked it with a borrowed smile.

  
  
  

  Previous Description 1

  His pale, moon yellow eyes were lined with inky black and skirted by thick, dark lashes. Those hungry eyes were the only color on him, and they were burning with intensity. The rest of him was a perfect white expanse of fur, as pure as freshly fallen snow, and just as tempting to soil. Marco was on the short side, with tightly-wound muscles giving definition to his slender frame. Wide hands and sharply hooked claws echoed the whisper of the untamed, feral spirit that smoldered in his eyes. Physically, he looked like he had not yet finished growing into his body, but those eyes.. He was an animal.

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