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Jun. 8th, 2018 01:14 pm
GENERAL
NAME: Martin Gale Geary
NICKNAME(S): Goes by Marty exclusively. "Martin" is what his parents call him, and he hates it.
GENDER/PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
AGE/BIRTHDATE: April 13, 2001; 18
GRADE: Junior
SEXUALITY: Everyone can go fuck themselves equally
MAJOR ARCANA: The Chariot - achieving victory, using your will, asserting yourself, achieving hard control
MINOR ARCANA: Wands
CONCEPT: The strong survive, the assholes thrive, and Marty seeks a pack.
APPEARANCE
| HEIGHT: | 5'10" | HAIR COLOR: | Brown |
| BUILD: | Athletic | EYE COLOR: | Blue |
Though he isn’t the biggest or the strongest at Finchwood, you wouldn’t know that by the way Marty carries himself. Shoulders back, with a loose limbed swagger, Marty doesn’t look like he’s ever worried about anything. He’s often wearing half of a shitty smirk. If it makes you want to punch him? That’s fine by him.
Marty doesn’t put a ton of effort into the way he dresses. Most of the time, he wears a simple t-shirt or tank top and blue jeans. He has a habit of ruining clothes, anyway, so there’s no point in investing a lot of money or time into it. Besides, he knows he’s attractive enough, he doesn’t have to wear expensive outfits to prove it. When he has to wear the uniform, it’s clear he doesn’t like it, and tries to thwart it in every way. His shirt is untucked, or he’s wearing his own sneakers, or there’s blood on his collar. He does wear cologne, and aims for that intentional, not trying, bed head hairstyle - tousled in a handsome way. He often has cuts and bruises from training and other trouble he gets into. He also has numerous scars, some visible, some hidden under his clothes, that he’s happy to show off and tell stories about. He has a burn scar on his back that he shows off when he’s drunk. He’s also missing his left ring finger, and he likes to tell outlandish lies about how that one happened.
PB: Thomas Doherty
PERSONALITY
LIKES: Fighting. Laughing. Climbing things. Junk food. Spicy foods. Fast, loud music. Dancing. Scented candles. Fireworks. Fruity flavored alcohol.
DISLIKES: Whining. Crying. Being bored. Math. Strict schedules. Most authority figures. Formal clothing. Grandma perfume. Snow.
The world has one guiding principle: The strong survive.
Marty recognizes that strength, in human civilization, can mean multiple things: brawn, intellect, creativity, adaptability. Regardless, finding and utilizing some kind of strength is always going to put you in a position of power, while weakness puts you at the mercy and whims of others. There is also some room for luck - the strongest member of a herd can always break a leg and fall to predators - but generally speaking, the strong are in superior positions because they deserve to be there.
Because of this, Marty doesn’t have a strong sense of empathy. He may sympathize with a bad run of luck, particularly for someone he’s fond of, but he abhors a whiner. He thinks people should be able to pull themselves up by their bootstraps and get themselves out of their situation, or else they deserve to suffer through it.
Even though he’s an asshole, he’s a sociable one. He gravitates towards whatever amuses him and he likes to be around people. He hates to be alone for long periods of time, preferring to spend his time in groups. He doesn't necessarily need to be the center of attention, but he certainly doesn't mind it, and hates to be intentionally ignored. If the strong survive, there’s a good case to be made for finding a pack and surviving together. He functions best as a part of a whole rather than a single element. He also naturally tends to defer to stronger personalities while dominating weaker ones. However, he tends to be loyal to the friends and loved ones that make up his pack. He respects superior strength (physical or mental) and prefers to follow someone stronger.
Even in the face of adversity, Marty is always joking. If you can appreciate his rather juvenile sense of humor, he can be funny. It's not that he doesn't understand the seriousness of situations, just that making light of them makes them easier to deal with. He is completely irreverent, and no topic is off limits. If it's on his mind, Marty will probably say it out loud, particularly if it amuses him, and amusing himself is always the first priority. He has a mean streak and finds mild suffering funny. He is the type of person who, when someone falls on their face, will laugh first and then ask if they're alright. And that's only if he likes them. Otherwise, he probably pushed them.
Marty has many strengths, but planning was never one of them. He focuses on things which benefit/please/amuse him in the short term. While he may, occasionally, consider future consequences, he is rarely more than a couple of steps ahead. A gregarious nature and the tendency to make jokes no matter what’s going on might cause people to assume that Marty is a slacker – that he isn’t paying attention, that he doesn’t care, that he isn’t trying very hard. However, like a bulldog with a bone, once Marty sets his mind to something, he isn't going to let it go. While you could call this plain old stubbornness, this tenacity has typically worked out in his favor. Still, he’s more focused on the goal than the path, and it’s often up to someone else to figure out how they’re going to get there.
SKILLS
★★★★ Athlete: Marty is naturally inclined to athleticism. He’s strong, and he also has an excellent sense of balance and bodily awareness. He is a kinesthetic learner. He enjoys physically exerting activities, particularly ones where he can compete against others.
★★★★ Scrapper: Martin has been getting into fights since he could walk and swing his fists. His parents tried putting him into wrestling, karate, ju jitsu, taekwondo, anything that might bring a little discipline to his life, but he dropped (or was kicked out) of all of the above. All his skill comes from good old fashion practice, and he’s a hell of a scrapper.
★★★☆ Dancer: Martin’s parents tried to keep him busy to keep him out of trouble. Inevitably, he was banished from all available contact sports. Surprisingly, he stuck with dance. He liked the physicality, liked that he could compete, but there weren’t as many opportunities to pick a fight. It also provided him with a good opportunity to flirt while he worked up a sweat. In particular, he has done fairly well in competitive ballroom dance.
★★☆☆Drummer: Music was also one of the activities that Marty’s parents put him in to keep him busy. This one had mixed results. He really enjoyed playing the drums. He had a good sense of rhythm, and was keen at learning songs by ear. However, he was absolutely terrible at reading music, and increasingly resistant to all attempts by his music teacher to get him to learn any kind of musical theory. He dropped out of it, but did keep playing in a shitty teen band. He was in Music at FWA his sophomore year, but opted not to take it this year.
★★★☆ Lock pick: Definitely not one of his parentally condoned activities, it is nevertheless something he picked up from his school friends, and had a lot of opportunities to practice over the course of their exploits.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Mom: Sharon Geary, nee Blackstone; Nurse
Sharon has spent way too much time putting her oldest boy back together. It’s not even surprising anymore when he comes home covered in blood, and what once caused distress has been tempered into exasperation. Honestly, she just wants to get him to adulthood alive, and if she can keep him from going to prison, she will consider it a true victory.
Dad: Julian Geary; Mortgage Loan Officer
Julian is quiet spoken, mild mannered, and intellectual. He has no idea how to relate to his oldest son, and no understanding of how to control him. He has tried everything with Marty, from quiet spoken lectures to corporal punishment, and nothing seems to have any kind of effect. His favoritism for Walter, with whom he has much more in common, is apparent.
Sibling: Walter Geary, Cups Freshman
Walter is everything Marty isn’t. Quiet, polite, smart, kind. Most people wouldn’t even assume that they were siblings off the bat, though they do favor each other. Marty picks on Walter relentlessly; he claims it’s to toughen him up. For his part, Walter was insistent on taking the Finchwood Academy entrance exam. After all, if his dumbass brother could get in, surely he could too.
HOMETOWN: Clarksville, TN
After years of trying without results, the doctors told Sharon and Julian that they would likely never have children without medical intervention. They considered their options - costly treatments, adoption, fostering - and decided that if it wasn’t meant to be, then it just wasn’t for them. It came as something of a shock, then, when Sharon found out that she was pregnant at thirty-eight. Three short years later, they naturally conceived his brother Walter as well. The two chalked it up to some combination of luck and “meant to be.”
Marty grew up in a perfectly average middle class home. Both his parents had good, stable jobs and all the houses in his subdivision looked similar-but-not-quite-the-same in a picturesque way. Unlike the others in his cul-de-sac, his house had blue shutters. There was no literal white picket fence, but it was there metaphorically. It was all very boring. From the time he could walk and talk, he was always finding trouble - breaking things, sneaking away from his parents, picking fights with his brother and other children. He was nothing like Walter, and Sharon and Julian always found it difficult to keep up with Marty, let alone control him.
Marty was always big for his age, towering above the other children in his class. Sure, others caught up, but by that point, the mindset of being the biggest and strongest was as important as the physical reality. He carried himself with the air of someone that was always ready to fight, and ready to enjoy it. As far as he was concerned, the only hard and fast rules were his own physical limitations, and even those could be bent with effort. Rules only counted if he got caught breaking them, and he only had any respect for authority when it was earned.
His voice had barely finished cracking when he started hanging around with a small group of boys in his grade known for trouble. They were aggressive and sometimes cruel, but mostly smoked, drank, and got up to petty acts of vandalism and destruction. In one instance, the boys invaded a fancy gated neighborhood in the middle of the night, dragging all the trash cans to the entrances and lighting them on fire. By the morning, no one in the neighborhood could leave for work with heaps of molten plastic and garbage blocking the exits. Another time, they bought a bunch of fireworks from a roadside stand and had a drunken war with them. Marty still has a burn scar across his back from that one, and he shows it off when he’s drunk like a badge of honor.
Marty’s parents tried everything to keep him in line. They tried to keep him from hanging out with his friends, but he only got better at sneaking out. They tried to put him into extracurriculars, various kinds of lessons, and tutoring, hoping that keeping him busy would keep him out of trouble, but most of them he either quit or got himself kicked out of. After Marty failed his sophomore year because of bad grades and frequent suspensions, his parents were at their wits’ ends. When they heard about Finchwood Academy, they urged their oldest son to try the entrance exam. Honestly, they weren’t expecting much. Marty had never been particularly academically gifted and they weren’t sure what “true potential” Gladstone was looking to cultivate, but the school had a reputation for being unique, and maybe that’s what he needed.
Marty wasn’t particularly excited about this weird, eccentric school, but consented to take the entrance exam. Why not? Though he wasn’t often one to plan for the future, Marty was plagued by the need for something more, even if he was never quite sure what it was. He was bored and restless, like there was just something else he could be doing, and everything else seemed to be killing time until he found it. There was some adventure, something fun, something bigger, something else. This is what drove Marty to decide to check out the offer to Finchwood Academy, before he even knew what the school truly was. Once he found out the truth, he signed the contract without hesitation.
And honestly? Marty has thrived here. Well, he still doesn’t have a perfect disciplinary record, and his academic achievement is far from impressive, but he took naturally to fighting shadows. He enjoys Finchwood Academy and he wants to stay at this school. For once in his life, he seems amenable to adjusting his attitude and behavior to get what he wants.
COMBAT
ACADEMICS
CORE CLASSES: English, Mathematics, Science, Social Studies, Training
ELECTIVE CLASSES: Life Skills, Shop, Leadership
CLUBS: Athletics, Dance, Community Outreach
GENERAL PERFORMANCE: He is neither good at nor interested in school. He's... passing most of his classes, because he's obligated to, but he's certainly not striving for perfection. He is sometimes a disruption in classes he finds particularly boring and/or difficult, like math, which is by far his worst subject.
OOC
PLAYER: Cheryl
EMAIL: achurlishgirl (at) gmail
CDJ: iliekrp (@ both IJ and DW)
TIME ZONE: EST
CODE: Fancy profile code courtesy of Marin.
BATTLE STATS
Date: 2018-08-02 02:30 pm (UTC)Squad: Two
Squad Position: Second
Primary Weapon: Dual sica daggers, which are designed to get around the sides of an opponent's shield, and stab or slash them in the back
Combat Style: Marty enjoys fighting, and isn't afraid of injury. In his opinion, the best defense is a strong offence, and taking an opponent out before they have the chance to do damage is his preferred strategy. In fact, that's mostly his only strategy. He fights largely on instinct, and tends to be reactionary rather than a planner. He's more of a scrapper than a chess player.
As a second, Marty is willing to take orders and follow Dustin's lead, but he makes no secret of the fact that he will step in if he feels their Lead is making poor choices. He expects everyone to pull their weight and, while he'll readily defend a teammate, he refuses to babysit.
Marty hates to retreat, but he also has no inclination to play hero. He's willing to take a beating, but he doesn't want to die. Ultimately, his decisions in a fight are utilitarian, sometimes even cold. He has no qualms about prioritizing his team and his friends over others. He's willing to let someone on his team get seriously injured if it means protecting the rest of the team, and that includes himself.
Attribute: Strength
Persona Name: Mahasiah
Persona Appearance: Mahasiah is an imposing figure, tall and broad. It takes the form of Ares, wearing golden Spartan armor. It appears humanoid in shape, with two arms and two legs, but the body beneath is made of embers and flame. It carries a spear and shield, carved with flame motifs. Its attacks are explosively loud, and smell like gunpowder and smoke.
Affinity: Fire
Weakness: Ice
Ailment Susceptibility: Enervation
Additional Skills:
TIMETABLE
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