Post by zzz - Greg Marsh on Nov 3, 2011 3:09:08 GMT -5
Greg Marsh
---- THE BASICS
Character's Full Name: William Gregory Marsh, III
Nicknames and Aliases: He goes mostly by Greg.
Age: 25
Species: Hunter
Played By: Brandon Beemer
Appearance: Greg is five feet and eleven inches tall with a muscular build. He has dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a fair complexion. 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, broken in jeans, 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.
Personality: Greg has a bit of a two-fold personality. Generally, he's personable enough. He may keep to himself a bit in social situations, but he's not unfriendly. However, he's quite a conflicted person. He tends to misjudge things and make impulsive decisions. He has a deep hatred of werewolves, and wouldn't be inclined to trust other supernaturally-inclined creatures. Greg can be a bit overly protective of the people he cares about. He can also be a bit obsessive, in general - with hunting, researching, relationships. Things tend to stick with him and nag at him.
Powers and Strengths:
- He's in peak physical condition.
- He's moderately skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
- He knows quite a bit about werewolves.
- He's a decent actor, often able to hide his feelings well.
- He's good at thinking on his feet and improvising.
Vulnerabilities and Weaknesses:
- His focus is werewolves and he's not very aware of anything else.
- He tends to act impulsively, and is often under-prepared.
- Guns are not his forte and they make him nervous.
- He doesn't trust easily, and it's hard to gain his loyalty.
- His moral compass doesn't exactly point true North, so he can be easy to sway.
---- HISTORY
Greg was born in Buffalo, New York on February 27, 1986 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 was first exposed to supernatural occurances when he was attacked by a werewolf. Greg was 21 at the time and living in New York City. Of course, he didn't know his roommate was a werewolf until he tried to devour Greg. After he was forced to kill his roommate to save himself, he went searching for information and other werewolves. 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 currently owns a permanent residence in Manchester, NH, but travels frequently. He is currently renting an old townhouse in Mystic Falls, Virginia and he suspects werewolf activity in the area.
---- ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
Greg stared through the windshield of his Jeep at the long line of traffic ahead of him. He hadn't seen a traffic jam like this since he'd moved to Mystic Falls. There had to be an accident or something to hold everything up this bad. Normally, waiting wouldn't have bothered him, but he was late for work and he'd just started. He leaned back into his seat and sighed. According to the digital clock on his radio he had ten minutes to get to work before he was considered late.
"Great," he muttered.
He shifted position to unhook his cell phone from the waistband of his jeans. He'd have to call and give the bar a heads up, just in case. Luckily, the car ahead of him started rolling forward as he finished scrolling through his contacts. He tossed his cell phone into the passenger seat beside him and started driving.
He managed to make it to the bar on time, but he had to hustle to get his time card punched and situate himself behind the bar. Then he was in what he called professional mode, smiling at customers, making conversation about sports and the weather. He tuned out a lot of the conversation around him, but some conversations stood out to someone who engaged in his kind of extra-curricular activities.
"I'm serious, man. I heard my brother talking about it," some high school kid was saying. "Ripped apart. I'm talking full on slasher kind of stuff."
"What are you talking about?" Greg asked.
The kid looked over. He seemed surprised Greg had been paying attention, but he wasn't shy about sharing his story.
"My brother said the cops found some guy out on Hawthorne. Dude was completely slaughtered. They think something ate him. Maybe a mountain lion, but I don't buy it."
Greg wrinkled his brows.
"Why not? Seems like a reasonable enough explanation."
The kid laughed.
"Oh, come on. When's the last time you heard of a mountain lion in Mystic Falls."
Greg smiled and shrugged.
"I wouldn't know. Just moved here."
Someone flagged him down at the other end of the bar and he had to excuse himself to pour the guy a beer. He hated to tear himself away from the conversation, but he already had at least some information to go on. He'd have to do some more research to see if this was a legitimate case, or some rumor the kids were spreading around. If it wasn't, he'd have to start skulking around the woods with some wolfsbane.
---- THE PLAYER
Alias: admin/caro/bet
RP Experience: Intermediate to advanced; 3-ish years.
Contact: PM, MSN: OohBaracuda@live.com, YIM: mellowmarsh21