Post by Marcus Heydrich on Jan 15, 2008 17:57:59 GMT -5
Name: Marcus Heydrich
Age: 35
Band Member? Techie? Fan?:
Band Member
Name of Band & Position:
Die Tod zum Nacht - Lead Vocals, bass
Personality: [2+ paragraphs, please.]
Much like the music he plays, Marcus is a force to be reckoned with. With a basso profundo voice and a vicious talent for electric bass, he is a stage god - or antichrist. His band Die Tod zum Nacht (The Dead of Night) has caused a moral panic in their native Denmark, with its dark lyrics and cult-like following, much to his delight.
He's a man of charisma and conflict, and his Norse-inspired aesthetic makes him an unusual presence. He has a softer side as well; tempering his often aggressive songs are heartwrenching ballads in his own warped fashion. Marcus's flamboyant concerts are famous for his meticulous planning and pyrotechnics.
Appearance: [Picture or 2+ paragraphs, please.]
Hobbies: (list at least 3)
Fishing
Boxing
Study of Mythology
Likes: (list at least 3)
Wine
Women
Song
Dislikes: (list at least 3)
Moral Groups
Punk rock
Posers
Sample Role Play: [No less than 5 sentences please!]
(taken from another site)
As Giovanna spoke, Mayer listened distractedly, analyzing her character. Giovanna was a highly neurotic type, and prone to aggressive outbursts. In short, she was perfect. Kienmayer smiled sardonically at her last question, the query about his loyalties.
"Miss Nero, I'm merely 17. Even then, I was in Transylvania at the conclusion of this insurrection led by your Lord," he said, not mincing a single word. "In my opinion, the Dark Lord was an admirable leader... the way he inspired fear and adoration alike is something I aspire to."
"Now, on the subject of your status as a wanted murderess. Honestly, I could care less as to who, or what, you have slain. The taking of life is a concept as old as life itself... and is often a necessity. 'Kampf macht kraft,' or struggle breeds strength," Mayer said, using a Germanism of his own invention.
Mayer extinguished his cigar and left his seat, turning his back on Giovanna, a symbolic gesture of goodwill. He made himself busy pouring a glass of mulled wine from his ornate golden samovar. Giovanna could prove to be a lethally effective ally in his brewing campaign against England.
"Giovanna," he said, attempting to lay a groundwork of familiarity between them, "It's not common knowledge, but the Ministry of Magic lost the war. You Death Eaters and the Dark Lord did quite a good job of dismantling it piece by piece. At this rate, Wizarding England will succumb to anarchy in ten years."
Mayer drained the goblet and set it down on the table. This is the point of no return, he thought. Treason.
"My proposal was that we could... help it along its way. And perhaps, it's time that England changed the guard."
Mayer paced across the room, now in full planning mode. He knew Giovanna had enemies within the Ministry, giving her ample reason to want to join his cause. Where Voldemort had failed, they would raise a new army, and succeed. The guerilla-like insurrection would be supplanted by full-blown international war.
Age: 35
Band Member? Techie? Fan?:
Band Member
Name of Band & Position:
Die Tod zum Nacht - Lead Vocals, bass
Personality: [2+ paragraphs, please.]
Much like the music he plays, Marcus is a force to be reckoned with. With a basso profundo voice and a vicious talent for electric bass, he is a stage god - or antichrist. His band Die Tod zum Nacht (The Dead of Night) has caused a moral panic in their native Denmark, with its dark lyrics and cult-like following, much to his delight.
He's a man of charisma and conflict, and his Norse-inspired aesthetic makes him an unusual presence. He has a softer side as well; tempering his often aggressive songs are heartwrenching ballads in his own warped fashion. Marcus's flamboyant concerts are famous for his meticulous planning and pyrotechnics.
Appearance: [Picture or 2+ paragraphs, please.]
Hobbies: (list at least 3)
Fishing
Boxing
Study of Mythology
Likes: (list at least 3)
Wine
Women
Song
Dislikes: (list at least 3)
Moral Groups
Punk rock
Posers
Sample Role Play: [No less than 5 sentences please!]
(taken from another site)
As Giovanna spoke, Mayer listened distractedly, analyzing her character. Giovanna was a highly neurotic type, and prone to aggressive outbursts. In short, she was perfect. Kienmayer smiled sardonically at her last question, the query about his loyalties.
"Miss Nero, I'm merely 17. Even then, I was in Transylvania at the conclusion of this insurrection led by your Lord," he said, not mincing a single word. "In my opinion, the Dark Lord was an admirable leader... the way he inspired fear and adoration alike is something I aspire to."
"Now, on the subject of your status as a wanted murderess. Honestly, I could care less as to who, or what, you have slain. The taking of life is a concept as old as life itself... and is often a necessity. 'Kampf macht kraft,' or struggle breeds strength," Mayer said, using a Germanism of his own invention.
Mayer extinguished his cigar and left his seat, turning his back on Giovanna, a symbolic gesture of goodwill. He made himself busy pouring a glass of mulled wine from his ornate golden samovar. Giovanna could prove to be a lethally effective ally in his brewing campaign against England.
"Giovanna," he said, attempting to lay a groundwork of familiarity between them, "It's not common knowledge, but the Ministry of Magic lost the war. You Death Eaters and the Dark Lord did quite a good job of dismantling it piece by piece. At this rate, Wizarding England will succumb to anarchy in ten years."
Mayer drained the goblet and set it down on the table. This is the point of no return, he thought. Treason.
"My proposal was that we could... help it along its way. And perhaps, it's time that England changed the guard."
Mayer paced across the room, now in full planning mode. He knew Giovanna had enemies within the Ministry, giving her ample reason to want to join his cause. Where Voldemort had failed, they would raise a new army, and succeed. The guerilla-like insurrection would be supplanted by full-blown international war.
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