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  • SOLDIERS CANNOT BACK DOWN ⋆ meet n' greet; open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]Marco himself wasn't quite up to his duties as a Soldier yet; he was still very much in pain after his accident, the attack leaving him with only a single eye and without the fourth of his limbs and much of his chest muscle. Walking was a challenge, as was running, and fighting was nigh-impossible at this point, and it would be until he could get learn how to balance on three legs instead of four. And oh was he trying.


    Hobbling over to the other DarkClanners, the Soldier allowed himself a good look at Reiner and Piranha, studying them closely with a single amber eye.

  • mrph [open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]"Don't pester him, Hanji!" Marco protested loudly, the spotted feline making his way over as fast as his three lanky legs could carry him. He could remember Bertholdt, and it didn't take long for him to recall how awkward and uncomfortable he had been the first time he had set eyes on him. It was strange, in the Soldier's opinion; he was huge, bigger even than some of the lions and the tigers that made up so much of DarkClan's population. What did he have to be afraid of?

  • SIE LIEBT DICH. open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]It was a small step, there was no doubting it.


    But for Marco, it was a leap.


    Moons of effort had led up to this moment, months of practicing and relearning and getting over his nightmares had led up right to that particular moment in time and space. A wild grin wriggled its way onto Marco's maw, single eye wide and bright. His thin lips wrapped around a limp mouse, a runty thing, hardly a mouthful for a DarkClanner here. It was small, that much was true, and a new apprentice could do better; but the pride that ran in his veins was rooted in the fact that the three-legged tom had caught it himself.


    It had taken much time and effort to perfect his three-legged hunting crouch. He'd had to figure out how to move his paws in just the right way so that he distributed his weight evenly and stepped quietly as not to disturb his prey; Marco had had to adapt to his new lifestyle, after his old life had been ripped so violently from him. Quite satisfied with himself, the male made his way into camp, uneven gait and all, and swiftly deposited his prey in a corner somewhere for one of the nursing queens to eat.

  • SIE LIEBT DICH. open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]ooc yeah, hes an ex sunclaner!! uvu i remember mercedes aaaa


    "Jean, look! All of you!" The giddy male answered the lynx mink first and foremost, tall, round ears perking upward. He'd done it; no longer was the serval male useless, no longer a "cripple" (he didn't believe in the term). Instead Marco had adapted, learned how to hunt and how to fight again with three limbs instead of four. Of course, others had done it before him ... it wasn't difficult, apparently, but for some reason he'd had lots of trouble with balancing without one of his forepaws.


    "No, no, I could hunt before ... but this is the first time I did it after the whole thing with the dogs.." Marco shook his head as Rubytuesdays spoke; no, this was hardly his first catch. His first catch had been a sparrow, plump with summer vegetation and felled with a swift blow to the neck. "When I lost my eye and my leg." He clarified, blinking thoughtfully at the rest of those who had approached.


    He was a little embarrassed to be so proud of such a small achievement, but it was the first skill he'd been able to relearn since joining DarkClan.

  • I AM TAKING YOU WITH ME {{meeting

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]Marco's single eye widened, and the serval's tall ears were just as alerted; had Lancelot just called his name? The serval could not speak for a moment, and his mouth only dropped a little. He hadn't ever expected, well, for anybody to notice him! In his own opinion, he was just another soldier, another brick in the wall, another face in an endless crowd; but it seemed like he'd made a name for himself now.


    "Thank you, sir!"

  • EIGHT DAYS A WEEK. open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]He wasn't used to this fuzzy sort of feeling that had wormed its way into his chest. Marco didn't know why it happened or how to get it to stop, but there was one thing that was crystal clear about the situation: it had everything to do with a certain lynx mink.


    The serval wasn't sure why his head had decided to do this to him now, but it was certain that every time he looked at or was in a group with that special someone that his heart sort of felt all soft and fluttery, like it'd been replaced with a live butterfly.


    Dammit, Marco! He scolded himself, red rising in his cheeks just at the thought. Marco was in a sticky situation now... he'd gone and gotten himself a big fat schoolgirl crush on none other than Jean Kirschtein.


    ooc LET THE JEANMARCO COMMENCE ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
    in other words, guess who is a big nerd and made marco have the hots for the pony

  • EIGHT DAYS A WEEK. open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]They were just friends! Marco nibbled awkwardly at his lower lip and drew arbitrary lines in the dirt with his single forepaw. There was no way Jean liked him in any way other than that fact that they were friends, right? Jean had a thing for Mikasa, not him! Besides, he probably wasn't into other guys..


    Absorbed in his rapid and flustered daydreaming, Marco didn't notice Reiner's approach until the last syllables of his words were spoken, and with a sheepish grin, he answered. "Uh, H-hi, Reiner!"

  • PLOT WITH MARCO BODT.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]Marco Bodt is a Corporal of DarkClan and former SunClan Phoenix Squire. He's a fullblooded serval and has several injuries after being attacked by a pack of dogs: he's missing much of his face, including his eye, a large portion of his chest is covered in scars, and he only has three legs. Because of this, Marco sometimes finds it hard to hunt or fight correctly, but as if he'd let that stop him! Oh, and he's got a real big crush on Jean, but he tries not to make that obvious...


    He's open to making new friends, simply interacting with other DarkClanners, teaching his younger clanmates a few things, etc. Just some basic things, really! Ask about anything not listed, as long as it's not: capture, kill, major injury, or any sort of love / litter plots.

  • POTATO POTAHTO ⋆ OPEN

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]"I don't think we should waste all this food." The Corporal said as he padded up, his three-legged walk noticeably improving with practice. Marco, back in SunClan, could remember having a ShadowClan friend. Her name was Bottlepaw, he was pretty sure, and she had been a vegetarian; perhaps there were cats like that in DarkClan! Or maybe they could give the meat to the kittens and the nursing queens. "Wouldn't soaking it in water ruin it?"

  • you've got your eye on the prize at stake {open, bodyswap

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]"Uh, nice.. sir." Marco said hesitantly. The whole supernatural world and being able to switch bodies had always creeped him out a little bit, and not to mention that the DarkClan leader was a dog, exactly what kind of creature had ripped off his leg and half his face. Anyway, he only offered a single nod before heading back to his den.

  • hello ! / joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]Marco supposed he was naturally intimidating because of his scars -- he was missing a leg, half his face, and much of the skin on his chest -- but the serval never meant to be. In fact, Marco tended to skip joinings just so that he didn't scare any potential DarkClanners away, despite being a Corporal. But there was just something about this Armin fellow, the serval noticed as he padded up beside Hanji, that made him feel a little weird. It was almost like deja vu, as if he'd known Armin before, evne if he was a complete stranger.

  • cry your heart out|| ToRW PARTY INVITE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]Marco had been to lots of parties back in SunClan, and this one would be no different, but the serval was still excited. Maybe Merlin would be there, or perhaps Clarence; either way, the Corporal would be going just in case one of his old clanmates showed up.

  • PLOT WITH MARCO BODT.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]yissss omf
    he should tell her about being a phoenix squire xD its kind of like sunclans mp!!

  • EIGHT DAYS A WEEK. open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: courier; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]"Thanks," Marco replied to all the congratulations with an easy grin, a bit of the sheepishness and embarrassment melting with the compliments from his fellow soldiers. For a moment the serval didn't even think about Jean or how awkward it was that he had a thing for the other male.


    That is, until Hanji started prying. Marco stammered a little. "Uh.." Said he, struggling for words. What was he supposed to say? "No, I'm fine. Don't worry!" The serval eventually chirped, pouring a little too much hollow enthusiasm into the exclamation. "I'm just... glad to be able to walk again!"