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Basic info
Name: Markus Klyne Taluskair
Age: 18
Birthday: 09/13
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'1
Weight: 160lbs
Face Claim: Alvaro Garay - kagerou usuba
Stats
STR:4
DEF:2
RES:2
SPT:4
Aura 200|100 HP
Personality
Major:Duster
Likes:
-Quite drinks in bars he shouldn't be in
-Discovering peoples passions
-Rare foods and learning about where they came from
Dislikes:
-Hermits and people who shut out the world
-His last name, he prefers to introduce himself as Markus Klyne.
-Bland flavors, bland people, bland cities
Fears:
-being stuck in one place never seeing the world
-Frogs (the day he sees a frog grimm is the day he returns to bar tending instead of hunting)
-Self-centered people or people who take themselves too seriously.
Overall Personality: Markus likes big bold experiences, old and new. He likes people but he hates crowds (too impersonal). He is a usually happy person who tend to be a little on the gluttonous side. He succumbs to his impulses far more than he should and it tends to backfire on him. Getting into a fight means you already lost. Markus would rather buy someone a drink as an apology than bring the confrontation to blows. If you have a new dish to try, a new story to tell, or a new place to see Markus will be there till the very end.
Abilities
Aura type: Spirit
Aura Color: Amber
Semblance: Aqua Vita - Water of Life.
Markus is an avid connoisseur of fine drinks. Growing up in a small bar with his grandfather he learned the fine craft of tending one and serving drinks. His semblance imitates that in some form. Using his semblance he can infuse his aura into a drink if it has the right properties. Water works well since it acts like an acid and a base but alcohol is his personal preference because it seems to react better with his aura. When doing so if someone drinks the new cocktail they will feel a temporary boost in a specific stat. Drinking more than one cocktail will cancel out both of the effects and leave an Aura infused hangover almost immediately; Always drink responsibly. With his skill and semblance he can create the drinks with rather impressive speed, making the correct drink for the correct occasion, and at the precise measurements to insure nobody ingests too much of the rather potent mix. He can create one cocktail at the cost of 10 aura and can split the drink with one individual for half the effect on both parties.
Item 1: Weapon - Portable Bartenders Kit
A small metal suitcase weighing only a few pounds. Inside are a few stainless steel shot glasses. Mixing spoons of various sizes, a shaker and many other bar tending essentials. The suitcase is extremely durable and able to take the impact of grimm talons and claws without sustaining a scratch. Used as a bludgeoning weapon in extreme circumstances.
Item 2:Dust; Water.
History and Sample
- History:
- Markus grew up in a small town south of vale. With his father a dead beat drunk and his mother passing away from a simple heart condition when he was only four Markus spent most of his life with his grandfather. Klyne Taluskair was a gentle well mannered man with a salt and pepper beard and a heart of gold. He was the kind of person that was impossible to hate. He was quiet when he had to be, he was vocal when the occasion called for it, and his advice was always exactly what you needed to hear. He was a bartender.
The Klyne had worked at the same bar for as long as anyone in the area could remember. He had taken Markus in when his mother had passed and raised him from a tender age. Klyne helped Markus through the tragedy that was far to harsh for any four year old to understand. He gave him work when he was only seven and allowed him to feel useful. When he turned ten Markus started teaching him about drink and service. A strange thing to teach his grandson considering his fathers reputation, but it had the desired effect. Markus saw both sides of the spectrum, the dangers of the drink as well as the wonders it held. In just the right quantity and just the right time a single drink could turn two strangers on a path to friendship that lasted a life time. It could seal business deals, celebrate life, death and everything in between. In the wrong quantities at the wrong time it could destroy someone. It was a dangerous substance but also a wonderful one.
Markus took interest in his grandfathers work and at the age of 16 had learned the craft far better than even the most advanced bar tenders. Had he not been discovered to have such a strong aura he might still be at that bar with his grandfather. But unfortunately his grandfather had other plans. He saw the chance for Markus to do something great.He saw the potential for Markus to help people beyond guiding them with a drink and a kind ear. Markus was none to happy when his grandfather enrolled him in his first combat school, but the joy on his grandfathers face was far to hard to turn down. He decided to take this hunter thing as far as it would go for his sake. He figured he owed his grandfather at least a small amount of effort, and in any case he would always pass then return to the bar where he felt he belonged right?
- RP Sample:
- Markus rose from his bed with a loud groan only to roll over and drop from the side of his mattress with a loud thud.. If you found the term "Morning Person" in the dictionary it would read 'take Markus Taluskair and imagine the exact opposite'.
With far more effort than one would assume Markus lifted himself from the Pale wooden floor and somberly moved towards the bathroom. The action was more of a bear coming out of hibernation than a teenager getting ready for his first day at a new school. None the less after a long hour of showering, brushing teeth, eating, falling back on the bed, rising once more and making his way to the door he was ready.
His grandfather was fast asleep and he didn't want to wake him; He probably only finished working a few hours ago and would be asleep till a little after one o'clock. Then Klyne would start preparing the bar for all the regular day shift workers from the dust Mines. Markus smiled a bitter sweet smile as he heard the old man snoring rather laboriously from the other room. They had said their goodbyes the previous night with a few drinks during the evening rush but he still wished someone was here to see him off. It wouldn't be until first semester break when he would see his grandfather again and that would be the longest they had been apart since his mother had passed.
He felt a sharp pressure in his chest at the thought but quickly suppressed it as he picked up his bags. The two large leather bound suitcases looked to be over stuffed but in truth they were just packed rather haphazardly. He had to quickly stuff the arm of one of his jackets back into one of the bags before zipping it closed with a small grunt. Now he was as ready as he would ever be.
He whispered a small goodbye once more to his grandfather quiet enough not to wake him before unlatching the door and stepping outside. As his foot hit the gravel path outside the small hut he had one last panicked thought...What if the drinking age in Syne wasn't 18?!?
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