Post by MALACHAI PARKER on Mar 27, 2016 16:40:09 GMT
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[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]HUMAN
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]UNEMPLOYED
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]45
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]ALIVE
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]ANDREW LINCOLN
[attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]AUTHORED BY TY
MARCO ACCURSO
[attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]PERSONALITY:
In his past life, he was considered the lovable guy who would always make the jokes at the right time and was always the life of the party. Now, now he is nothing. He feels nothing. He relives the deaths of the people he loves every single night and each time the pain intensifies to the point he wonders whether he should put a bullet in his head. He couldn't even be there fo the girl who could have needed him to comfort her on her father's death. He believes that he is nothing but a coward running away from his problems. The old man who was to weak to protect the people that he loved. He is paranoid and he will point a gun at anyone. He feels threatened by anything and he feels that his punishment will come at any time. If anything, he believes he deserves it. All he ever did was disappoint and fail in life.
HISTORY:
Marco Accurso was born in Italy. He had a normal life. It was never a struggle to him. He went through school and top grades. His teachers always described him as being determined and a quick learner, but sometimes he would disappoint them by turning into a class clown on occasion. Everything was fine. However, his whole life was about to change when he met Vincenzo. So to speak. The two clicked. They got along and Marco always considered him a close friend. It was when he met Raphael that he felt there was something different. Him and Raphael got along pretty well. Nothing big however. They were just friends who would talk whenever they saw each other. But then, he got the formal invitation into the group. It took some time for Marco to understand and he believed that Vincenzo was behind the whole fiasco. They ended up proving to him that it was no joke and they wanted him to be apart of this group. He finally decided to join.
Before this whole series of events, he actually served in the Italian army. He always had an obsession for the army when he was younger. Through there he quickly made his way up the ranks into the special forces and he learned all he could about weapons, shooting and how to protect himself in a one on one situation if it came to it. He learned how to be an effective soldier. He fell in love with his magnum, also known as a handcanon due to the amount of power it would release when a bullet was fired. Because of his time in the army, he never really had a time to meet a woman and think about a future. It was actually because of the VV that he ended up retiring from his position within the Italian special forces. He believed that this was for a more important course and he was even awarded the position of weapons master within the group, a position that just seemed to good to turn down.
When Vincenzo had his daughter and offered him to be her godfather, Marco wasn't too sure. However, when he held that baby in his hands, something changed in his decision. He instantly fell in love with the girl that was in his arms. The way she coo'ed. Having something so precious in his arms gave him hope that there was more to this life than just violence and war. Weapons and ammo. He gave her everything. He never told her what he saw her as because she was too young to understand, but he loved her like she was his own daughter. She was precious and he knew that if he was still around when she came of age, that he would make sure to keep her out of the whole VV business. He wanted her to have a chance at a normal life and not have those chances ruined by anything supernatural.
He remember joining Raphael and Vincenzo on a little trip that they had plan. However, it became hell for him. All he remembered was them falling one by one. He remembers the blood on his hand and face of everyone that trip that he loved as his own family. Everything went numb that day. He changed. It was like a switch was flipped and he forgot the whole meaning of life. All he ever did from that day was blame himself of that guilt. Relieving their deaths in his dreams. Crying out their names in his sleep. There was only one person in his life that he could have returned to and that was Lorenza. The little girl that he loved like a daughter but he couldn't do it. He couldn't look in her eyes because all he would was destroy that little girl's life and cause even more guilt for himself. He cried every night. Sleeping out on the streets many times. The one thing that remained with him from his past life was that magnum. He became paranoid and he began relieving the moment that the people he loved died. Sometimes believing that he was seeing Vincenzo on the street or Raphael. Everytime he did, they would say the same thing. ''You did it.''
It destroyed him. It broke him down. No longer was he that guy that people loved. He had become numb. He had forgot what he was in his previous life. He had forgot what taking of himself felt like because he had grown messy. One thing remained the same. He blamed himsef for everything. For not having protected them.
In his past life, he was considered the lovable guy who would always make the jokes at the right time and was always the life of the party. Now, now he is nothing. He feels nothing. He relives the deaths of the people he loves every single night and each time the pain intensifies to the point he wonders whether he should put a bullet in his head. He couldn't even be there fo the girl who could have needed him to comfort her on her father's death. He believes that he is nothing but a coward running away from his problems. The old man who was to weak to protect the people that he loved. He is paranoid and he will point a gun at anyone. He feels threatened by anything and he feels that his punishment will come at any time. If anything, he believes he deserves it. All he ever did was disappoint and fail in life.
HISTORY:
Marco Accurso was born in Italy. He had a normal life. It was never a struggle to him. He went through school and top grades. His teachers always described him as being determined and a quick learner, but sometimes he would disappoint them by turning into a class clown on occasion. Everything was fine. However, his whole life was about to change when he met Vincenzo. So to speak. The two clicked. They got along and Marco always considered him a close friend. It was when he met Raphael that he felt there was something different. Him and Raphael got along pretty well. Nothing big however. They were just friends who would talk whenever they saw each other. But then, he got the formal invitation into the group. It took some time for Marco to understand and he believed that Vincenzo was behind the whole fiasco. They ended up proving to him that it was no joke and they wanted him to be apart of this group. He finally decided to join.
Before this whole series of events, he actually served in the Italian army. He always had an obsession for the army when he was younger. Through there he quickly made his way up the ranks into the special forces and he learned all he could about weapons, shooting and how to protect himself in a one on one situation if it came to it. He learned how to be an effective soldier. He fell in love with his magnum, also known as a handcanon due to the amount of power it would release when a bullet was fired. Because of his time in the army, he never really had a time to meet a woman and think about a future. It was actually because of the VV that he ended up retiring from his position within the Italian special forces. He believed that this was for a more important course and he was even awarded the position of weapons master within the group, a position that just seemed to good to turn down.
When Vincenzo had his daughter and offered him to be her godfather, Marco wasn't too sure. However, when he held that baby in his hands, something changed in his decision. He instantly fell in love with the girl that was in his arms. The way she coo'ed. Having something so precious in his arms gave him hope that there was more to this life than just violence and war. Weapons and ammo. He gave her everything. He never told her what he saw her as because she was too young to understand, but he loved her like she was his own daughter. She was precious and he knew that if he was still around when she came of age, that he would make sure to keep her out of the whole VV business. He wanted her to have a chance at a normal life and not have those chances ruined by anything supernatural.
He remember joining Raphael and Vincenzo on a little trip that they had plan. However, it became hell for him. All he remembered was them falling one by one. He remembers the blood on his hand and face of everyone that trip that he loved as his own family. Everything went numb that day. He changed. It was like a switch was flipped and he forgot the whole meaning of life. All he ever did from that day was blame himself of that guilt. Relieving their deaths in his dreams. Crying out their names in his sleep. There was only one person in his life that he could have returned to and that was Lorenza. The little girl that he loved like a daughter but he couldn't do it. He couldn't look in her eyes because all he would was destroy that little girl's life and cause even more guilt for himself. He cried every night. Sleeping out on the streets many times. The one thing that remained with him from his past life was that magnum. He became paranoid and he began relieving the moment that the people he loved died. Sometimes believing that he was seeing Vincenzo on the street or Raphael. Everytime he did, they would say the same thing. ''You did it.''
It destroyed him. It broke him down. No longer was he that guy that people loved. He had become numb. He had forgot what he was in his previous life. He had forgot what taking of himself felt like because he had grown messy. One thing remained the same. He blamed himsef for everything. For not having protected them.
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