Posts by Marlow M. Mendel

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    [size=11pt]Name:
    Marlow Magus Mendel


    Gender:
    Male


    Born:
    3/28/16
    Bloodclan


    Parents:
    Candela Mendel x Zaruku


    Candela is the ex-leader of Tidalclan where she was born in 2014, she is in-game running on 8 years old maintaining youth by switching bodies. Her parent-body of Marlow is a golden serval. She currently resides in Bloodclan.


    Zaruku is an ex-counselor of the Daggerhearts where he took up residence in 2013, he is running on 3 years of age in game. He is a melenistic serval who is currently living as a rogue.


    Siblings:
    Marlow has one sibling, his twin sister Helena.


    Appearance:
    Marlow strongly resembles his father, a tall melanistic serval with a long tail and golden eyes. He has massive ears which he inherited from his mother and attribute to his acute sense of hearing. As a child Marlow looks as if he has stunted growth, but at six months will hit a growth spurt and will grow into a very tall and lean figure, bordering on uncomfortably thin until he muscles out as an adult. Along the way Marlow will gain a few odd marks, like a self-inflicted near-perfect circular hole in his left ear near the base. He will occasionally wear all sorts of organic items in this hole, anything from feathers to bones to a flower he likes--but he will effectively shun any human-made trinkets.


    Perhaps Marlow's most trademark look is that he is polydactyl, with six toes on each paw rather than five in the front and four in the back.


    [color=#98ffc3]Personality:


    On the surface Marlow is an incredibly likable guy, he has a good sense of humor and a charming personality. He's the kind of kid who will lovingly refer to his friends as 'punk' and doles out winks generously. Marlow doesn't go above and beyond to help others, but if you ask it of him he'll lend a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on, and advice if he feels himself qualified to give it.


    Marlow is something of a hedonist, a pleasure-seeker at heart he is always up for a game or a drink or a trip on catnip. Marlow's responsible with his recreational activities, making sure never to get anyone pregnant or make anyone uncomfortable, but he enjoys a lot of kisses with a lot of different people and is notorious to change his girlfriends and boyfriends quickly. Privately Marlow is an advocate of free-love, but due to it's bad rep he will only date one person at a time--even if that time is incredibly short.


    Like all, Marlow has a dark side that he shares with very very few--in fact only with his sister will he openly discuss his affliction--which is perhaps related to the witchcraft he practices alone. His specific affliction is not quite sadistic and not quite masochistic, it is something of an unattractive oddity, and is the reason he left Bloodclan with his sister. When witness to violence, Marlow will enter a kind of state of being that is... off. Marlow craves pain, be it in himself or others he wants to see blood and gore. It is a non-specific craving, and often it is exacted on live prey, they can be found eviscerated on rocks in parts of the territory that aren't frequented by clanmates. If it is more convenient to inflict pain on himself, Marlow will do it with relish--the result of which being the hole he gouged in his ear. Once entering the odd state, there is no telling how long it will be before the normal, familiar Marlow resurfaces. Sometimes hours, sometimes days.


    When with his sister alone, Marlow loses much of his dominance. He is incredibly soft for Helena and lets her make much of the decisions for them both--which can also be partially attributed to his busy romantic and social life. Should Helena make a request of him, like 'Mar, will you please stop going out and drinking with your buddies in the middle of the night? It's irresponsible." He will gladly comply. Similarly, Marlow is down for any scheme, plot, or mischief that Helena cooks up and will be a creative and competent accomplice.


    [color=#98ffc3]Future Plots:
    1. As a kitten Marlow is witness to some form of physical violence and has his first 'episode' where he cuts a big hole in his ear and dissects several small animals.


    2. After a second/third episode which lasts a period of a few days, Helena discovers Marlow's increasingly sadistic practices on animals in the wild and when Marlow snaps out of it he begins to fear that he will bring harm to a clanmate and be killed/imprisoned for it. Helena makes an executive decision that they leave Bloodclan and go somewhere where public tortures are less common.


    3. After meeting a witch named Beato, Marlow begins practicing witchcraft as a 'teen' and his experimentation with spells/rituals/magic leads to his misinformed interaction with a higher being whom gives him a third eye and consequently The Sight and Super Senses.
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    [the image flickers to life and Marlow is seen with his nose directly in the lens]


    "Oh, I guess this is on. Well, uh, I'm Marlow. Marlow Magus Mendel, my mom had a thing for M's."


    [Marlow chuckles at himself as he sits back]


    "Anyways... Mom gave me this old cam-corder thing, or whatever she calls it, she said it was 'a relic from a past life, and that i may find use for it.' I don't know exactly how useful this is going to be to me though, I'm like... 2 and a half lunar cycles old, so... Whatever, she was trying to be nice and that was nice of her so I'll try to use it I guess.


    Basically here's my short existence summed up for you: My name is Marlow, I'm 2 and a half months old, Mom was some hot-shot back in her hay-day but then she washed out and now she lives in Bloodclan. My existence is the product of Mom wanting a family but not a relationship so she seduced some old acquaintance of hers and got preggo on purpose."


    [Marlow laughs again so that his whiskers bob]


    "I gotta hand it to her, she finds a way to get exactly what she wants whenever she wants it--that's what I call ambition. And being a 'strong single woman who doesn't need no man', don't forget that. She never says that but I'm pretty sure if it wasn't so corny sounding she would. Anyways, yeah, so me and my sister Helena are twins and we are Bloodclanners."


    [Marlow makes a silly face and looks away for a minute while he thinks, he blows a raspberry and looks back into the camera.]


    " 'Kay, I'm bored now. Oh! Yeah! This is Video Log 1, Mom said I have to document that stuff. Bye!"


    [The video cuts out.]


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    ooc//the babes technically aren't born yet but shhh, consider it a test run.


    Marlow gnawed mindlessly on his tail as his eyes roved around the room his mother had chosen to leave them in while she went about her busy day. The young serval was watching the shadows of passer-bys from under the door, but the activity was beginning to slow as most of the grown-ups were outside the prison by this time of day. Releasing his tail and rolling over to flop noisily on his back, Marlow blew a raspberry at the ceiling before turning his eyes over to his twin sister. [color=#98ffc3]"I'm bored, Helena, let's do something."


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    [The image flickers to life to show Marlow fumbling to focus the lens. He finishes and bounds around in a tight circle before sliding to a stop.


    "Guess what I found out?"


    [He stresses each word dramatically and shoves a flexed paw into the camera.]

    "SIX toes! I was sitting by the door watching all the grown ups do grown up stuff and then I noticed--they all have five toes! But I have six! This is groundbreaking, this is REVOLUTIONARY, this is wicked. Imagine the possibilities, it even functions like a normal toe--look! I wonder if Helena has extra toes too, since we're twins and all. I bet she doesn't.


    Anyways, so I'm thinking that when I'm in battle, since I have an extra toe, my signature will be to scar my enemy's flank or back or something--but instead of five marks there will be six. Then everyone will know it was me and I will become a notorious war hero. They'll be like 'my name is iago montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die' but they'll never kill me. I'll just scar them up real good too! Cool, huh?"


    [He laughs and wriggles his toes before putting his paw down]


    "Also I was thinking that my middle name should be Merlin instead of Magus, I mean, who ever heard of Magus? But my initials would still be three M's, and then everyone would wonder what the deal with M's is for Mom AND me. What are people supposed to call me anyways? It's not like I'm Double D or Triple A or something clever. People are gonna call me Triple M, and who ever heard of that? The only way to make Triple M sound good would be to call me Trip, which would be an awesome nickname if it weren't like a double-deluxe nickname and also if that ex-leader dude's name wasn't Trip. I don't want my namesake to be some washed out dude who never was famous for anything except being lame."


    [Marlow rocks back and fourth on his haunches and flexes his paws playfully.]


    "Anyways I'm gonna go, oh! And this is Video Log Two, next time I'll remember to say that at the beginning."


    [The screen goes black as Marlow turns off the recorder. ]


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    Marlow, basically freshly minted at a whopping 3 months old, hauled his tiny little butt over to the aroma of melt-y cheese and garlic-y bread. "God is real." The serval kitten commented with wide golden eyes, overwhelmed with the scent, saliva dripping from one corner of his ebony mouth. "Good thing Mom isn't here!" He said, laughing and trotting over to Beth. The melenistic boy-child looked up at Beth, suddenly. He narrowed his eyes and shifted his small weight forward and upwards expectantly, "You aren't going to tell her, are you Beth?"


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    "You can so count me in for one of those crowns." The charcoal serval said, pushing his scruffy face through the legs of an older Bloodclanner. Body followed head and soon an entire kitten could be seen, he strode up to Zara confidently and plopped down right beside her. Shy versus out-going, would they create perfect equilibrium or just a really uncomfortable atmosphere? "I'm Marlow." The three month old said, winking at her playfully.

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    Listen, his mom hadn't given Marlow the liberty to make an appearance outside of their room until recently. Mostly she just said 'okay bye, see you at lunch' or 'dont leave the room unless an adult stops bye and will stay with you outside' or 'what? you want me to get a babysitter, no way, just behave!' The young tom laughed loudly as he pulled his head out of the high-up window he'd been peering out of, "Meet and greet!" He called from his perch on the sill, and then made his way down via tall rubbish pile. "You guys really gotta tell me about the Walkers, are they scary? I'm Marlow."


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    Marlow figured anyone walking freely inside the prison walls was safe enough, so the obsidian kitten peered up at Aftershock without fear. Specifically, he was looking at that giant fanged grin. "...eight...twelve..." He mumbled to himself, narrowing citrine eyes. "They're dead people that came back and and eat the living. How many teeth do you have?" He explained, switching immediately to the question at the forefront of his mind.


    Marlow's comically large ears swiveled toward's Beth's melodic voice and his head followed, he smiled widely at her. "You have a pretty voice, Beth." The serval remarked, sitting down on his haunches--still positioned directly under Aftershocks gaping maw. "Okay, but have you ever fought one? Is their skin all gooey? That's what Helena says."


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    The tom's ears flopped, still laying on his back. "Well, no." He mumbled, gaze dropping from his sister's face to her paws. As his eyes lingered there he briefly thought how useful it was that he would never have to wait for the perfect amount of light in a puddle to look at his reflection and see what he looked like. "Actually," He began, a mischievous grin splitting his upside-down maw as something occurred to him. "We could play secret agent."


    Marlow rolled onto his belly and barely lifted his small charcoal frame off the floor in a flattened crouch. Creeping forward, one slow dramatic step at a time, he began to explain. "We're daring secret agents, infiltrating enemy base." He said, taking another step with his smile still wide. "We have to find our way to the mess hall, the base, without being noticed by any of the enemy guards."


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    "We knew it was gooey." He remarked to Beth confidently, thoroughly enjoying her description of the monsters. Marlow laughed good-naturedly at his sister's remark, and looked over at her as she came to a stop beside him. "We're talking about them... because I saw one by your bed last night!" He exclaimed bumping his thin frame into hers playfully.


    Looking back up to Beth Marlow smiled at her, his ear nearest Helena swiveling towards his twin while the other remained alert and focused on Both. "You're welcome, by the way."


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    Watching Beth move over to Merle, the serval grinned to himself and made to occupy the spot by the wagon that she had just vacated. Hopping up onto the wheel, the kitten nose a box open and grabbed a slice in his teeth, ripping it off from the rest of the pie voraciously.


    With a slice nearly the size of himself, Marlow padded over to the massive wyvern that was Aftershock. "Heya, Teeth Man." He articulated cheerfully around the pizza he carried with a muffle 'ss' on the th sound. The charcoal kitten planted himself happily on the ground beside the giant beast and set his pizza before him. "You may have lots of teeth but I have six toes! Who's the real genetic winner?" He joked as he tore into his pizza crust-first.


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    Still chewing, Marlow nodded affirmation to the wyvern's statement and help up a polydactyl paw and proof. However when Aftershock began to show his wing, Marlow temporarily abandoned his food to turn around and crane his neck back."Fingers? Alright, that's pretty wicked." The charcoal kitten admitted, and settled down to try and come up with another counter.


    "I have... a twin sister?" He said, and then snorted jokingly. "Alright After, you win the genetic contest." he said, ripping another chunk off of his slice of pizza.


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    The newborn Marlow was equally disgusted by the lack of warmth that usually surrounded him. Now he was room temperature, not the newborn's favorite thing. As all kitten's are hardwired to instinctively do, the mindless charcoal bundle wiggled and slithered his way over to his mother's nearby warmth and nestled comfortably in the space between her leg and her stomach.


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    The recent Easter ball had left flowers still strewn every which way, and the black serval kitten contrasted sharply with the colorful background of flowers. His mother had brought him along with her to Blizzardclan today, unlike Bloodclan she felt that the territory was safe enough to let her son roam. So Marlow sat amidst a field of both growing and discarded flowers, weaving them together in crowns and necklaces. "Meet and greet," he called without looking up from his weaving. "I'll give you a trinket if you're extra nice!" The young tom joked, finishing the crown he was working on and placing it lopsidedly on his small head.


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    Mobile//


    Marlow grinned brightly at Latias, "I'm Marlow, my mom is a member here and in Bloodclan and she let me come with her today! Here, this one will match your scales!" the serval kitten said, cheered further by the arrival of company. He selected a red and pale yellow flower crown and stretched his small frame to set it on the dragon's head. "Hey hey hey, Bokuto. Marlow Magus Mendel, my mom had a thing for m's." he returned, selecting another flower crown to try and place on Bokuto's head.


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    Marlow beamed at Zuko, he was preparing to interact with the panther, something along the lines of will I grow to be big like you since I was born black and not tawny like my mom? But his thoughts were interrupted as Russia made her entrance. "Is there an unlimited amount of them? Or will we be able to kill them all? Why aren't there walkers in other parts of the world?" these were questions that no one had answers to, Marlow realized that. But the charcoal boy-child still felt there was value in putting voice behind his wonderings.


    Marlow hardly expected an answer, he rolled right along as Russia introduced herself. "The pleasure is mine, Russia." he piped back at her without missing a beat.
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    Marlow nestled the crown carefully around Bokuto's ears and admired his work as the male modeled it for him. "You look fabulous darling, simply marvelous." he said dramatically, adopting a high-British accent. Swinging his head and body to face Lucina, noticing her vibrant eyes immeadiatly.


    Not having a blue crown of the same hue on hand Marlow set to work weaving blue lupins into a circlet. "I'm Marlow, Lucina, future fashion designer!" he said with a flourish, taking on the British affect at the end of his sentence. Poking a few small white flowers into the arrangement as a finishing touch and rearing back onto his hind legs to offer to crown the wolf with the custom made circlet.


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    Marlow laughed around his pizza as he was batted aside by After's 'punch'--the wyvern's claw was almost as big as he was. Stabilizing himself, Marlow finished chewing his bite of pizza. "Urgh, I'm full." He mumbled, more than half of his slice still in front of him. The greasy food was heavy in his now-bloated stomach and was making the serval kitten sleepy.


    "Ya know?" Marlow began, offering his unfinished pizza slice to the much larger creature beside him. "You're a pretty cool guy, Teeth." He concluded simply, the nickname having stuck in his developing brain.


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    Marlow appeared behind one of Aftershock's giant feet, the kitten having taken a liking to the wyvern. "They're okay," The charcoal serval said as he looked at their border for the first time. "They'd be better if there was cool rocks hanging from the ribs--like a christmas tree!" He piped, excited by the idea of using 'cool rocks' as ornaments to hang from the skeletons on the border.


    The kitten watched Cyrene stick her paw into her eyesocket with a mixture of revolt and awe--but tore his eyes away from the sight when Riley responded to their offers of tours and sustenance. Coming out from the shadow of Aftershock--he'd strategically placed himself so the creature shaded him from the hot sun--he walked right up to Riley and grinned toothily at her. "I'm Marlow," he introduced himself.


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