MARSHALL EASTON HAWKE

[truth]

marshall easton hawke.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. marshall easton hawke
stage name.
nicknames. viper, mars, marshall
age & dob. thirty , august twenty-one
gender. male
sexual orientation. heterosexual
career. bodyguard
hometown. dallas, texas


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. six foot four
eyes. dark brown
hair. brown
build. muscular
distinguishing features. His tattoos on his arms and upper back. They are visible and are tribal tattoos he obtained before and during his military services.
play-by. randy orton


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. solitude, animals, children, riding his motorcycle, casual parties, sleeping, peace and quiet
hates. loud, obnoxious people, sudden loud noises, stressful events, unnecessary confrontation, doing something regretful, people who egg him on, deep ocean
quirks. PTSD- posttraumatic stress disorder:a severe anxiety disorder that can develop after exposure to any event that results in psychological trauma.
IED- intermittent explosive disorder: a behavioral disorder characterized by extreme expressions of anger, often to the point of uncontrollable rage, that are disproportionate to the situation at hand.


aspirations. re-enlist into the military (someday)
visit his father
get rid of his mental disorders
secrets. he used to be a soft-hearted kid who was always picked on.
he doesn't like pests. Bugs, rodents; they all freak him out.
Marshall really sucks at social networking. It'll take him forever to return text messages and computers tend to piss him off.
personality evaluated.
Marshall is serious, sometimes a little too serious for his own good. He certainly isn't a clown but he knows a joke when he hears one(doesn't mean he'll laugh though; maybe smirk) Due to his posttraumatic stress disorder, he is a bit limited in emotions and sometimes unpredictable. If an object or person triggers a traumatic memory, his first response is to charge it aggressively and fight. For him to avoid this he is careful with contact or sometimes his mind closes down completely, leaving him distant and seemingly sullen. This ads to his tendency to intimidate because it always looks like he's ready to kill someone. Every outward part of his seems hard and tense with potential aggression. He is an 'in0your-face' character who has no regard for personal space when being confronted by someone. His anger and power is effectively exerted in his voice and he isn't afraid to demand respect or shut some one up. Marshall does not take surprises well and his disorder also causes him to over exaggerate a startle. Scare him during Halloween and you might scare him enough for him to accidentally punch you in the face as a reflex. When he's aggressive, or gradually raising into an aggressive state, he slowly looses his morality and becomes a rude and spiteful demon.

Despite the problems he has due to his disorder, Marshall is a rather laid-back and peaceful guy. He likes his space and he enjoys his solitude. He can be compared to an old geezer sometimes because of his ability to take a nap anywhere. He enjoys doing nothing on the days he relaxes or else he has no problem accompanying friends to local bars and casual parties. Marshall is usually polite and has a sense of respect for anyone important to him or his friends and family. He is reserved and patient. With friends and family, he is loving and slow to anger. There are lots of things he understands or will take time to understand if he doesn't, especially when dealing with trouble teenagers. He is honest, almost to the point of brutality, but he does know how to sugar-coat it. He is highly protective over anyone in trouble, from the youngest of his family members to complete strangers on the street, he has no problem taking the risk and being the hero --which he is specifically taught not to be in the military-- Marshall won't leave anyone in the dark about what he is feeling or thinking unless he think he needs to keep it to himself. He relies heavily on good communication with others and is usually able to keep a stable relationship. He is prideful but not to the point where he refuses to apologize when he knows he is wrong. He will not, however stick his neck out for anyone and prefers to let them deal with their own consequences; don't expect him to take the blame when it's your fault.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. james rorouk hawke, fifty-three, construction worker
mother. harmony jones hawke , fifty , retired
siblings. candice michelle hawke , twenty-eight , actress.
pets. diesel, three, german shepherd
honey, two, alaskan malamute
baby, four, pit bull/bull terrier mix
other family.
history evaluated.
Marshall was born to a couple in Texas. He lived in a higher middle-class neighborhood where kids play around on the streets and stealing was a favorite pass-time. Among those children, Marshall was not one of then. In fact, he was a shy young boy who was picked on by the older kids and who loved to bury himself on novel-based books. His father, a heavily old-fashioned man and refused to let his son get picked on. To get Marshall to develop more of a 'mans' persona, he made the boy to play sports. Marshall, throughout his life, participate in football, basketball, wrestling and judo but in sports, the teams tormented him. He was much too "soft-hearted' for sports and in intermediate, though he was quite decent in all that he played, he dropped all activity. Outraged, his father refused any communication with him. Striving for his fathers recognition more than anything, after a while of unbearable silence, he went back out for football.

He earned his fathers recognition back at the price of injuries upon injuries. However, one can only be pushed so far before he breaks and that's just what happened to Marshall. He was pushed so much that one day, he pushed back. Marshall began to get into fights. He fought so hard that word got around. By the time he was seventeen, many gangs wanted to recruit him, also, by that time, he grew into a large young man, 6'3 and growing while the rigorous sports turned his body iron hard.

There was one point of time where he did enter a gang. He was 19 years old and living in his own apartment by that time. He played part in keeping their club in check by being a bouncer. He also went about and collected debts from their clients either by negotiation or by force. He was seen as a large and terrible force never to be reckoned with, though he kept his want for peace as he is seen giving his victims two choices. They could do things the easy way and surrender, or they could do things the hard way and force him to make them surrender.After a year of gang life he was discovered by a random army recruiter who got him interested in "fighting for his country and for honor", he tried to leave the gang and in doing so was mobbed and beaten. Police interfered before and really damage was done and withing a few weeks he enlisted himself into the army. He did four years and with each passing year, he became more paranoid, more anxious and more screwed up. He began suffering from PTSD and it was hard for him to cope during his returns home.

Along the way of his life, he married a woman named Arianne his disorder put a strain on the relationship, especially because with each outburst, Arianne fear more and more of domestic violence. She too, became paranoid --paranoid of him-- and in the end after only a year of marriage, she divorced him and put a restraining order on him. He returned to service afterward to do three more years and returned once more. He tried to keep his nerves easy and in the mean time working as a tattoo artist until one day his sister caught up with him. She convinced him to stick with her in hollywood while she tried her luck as an actress and so he did. He stayed with her for four years until she went off on her own and was able to get a manager. Stuck in hollywood he was recruited as a bouncer for a club, but after a year was discharged for fighting a man who refused to leave the bar after causing trouble to a woman. He beat the man soundly and sent him to the hospital in a near critical state.

After the incident, the woman showed up at his house and thank him for his "chivalrous act". Turns out that she was a b-list celebrity. She convinced him, after much of his reluctance, to be her body guard, hence how his new occupation started.



/ christmas came early for me

alias. Truth
years of rp experience. one year
other characters. n/a
how did you find us. random banner clicking
roleplay sample.

The last time he came home to this place, California, he remembered clearly that he had been -well, for lack of better words- much better off. Perhaps with a happier life then hat was his right now. Walking into town with his uniform on and a bag of his belongings, whatever little they were. The stares, whether from admiration of his services or awe of his sheer appearance, never were so bothersome. The sun hadn't been so garish nor the wind that much harsh. Then again, his life had been easier then and his head had been clearer. He thought straight and more direct back then. His walk to his home hadn't been so long and weary either, but as he made his way back home now, he realized just how things changed throughout the years. Had Cape Colby always been this loud and crowded or was it just his claustrophobia getting worse and worse throughout the years? People talked and they talked a lot; their voices booming so loud that he was sure that he could even hear what they were going to say next before they even said it. Their minds were running so fast that he could almost hear what they were thinking; but hey, not that it matter much. Marshall heard voices all the time, or at least thought he did. It was worse when it was quite because it made him paranoid and on edge. It ended up being a pain in the ass because of his love for silence. This place was good for a vacation, but no place for a soldier, he figured; or at least a soldier like him.

It was only when he reached the porch of his house that he remembered one most important change in his life since the last time he'd been here. He had been married before. Now, Marshall had never been one to think that he'd get depressed after a single relationship failure, but the house was definitely empty without her and he felt that. Arianne couldn't handle it, the demands of the relationship with someone like him. He was, he supposed, too cold to her. He remembered hugging and kissing; the occasional cuddle, but it had all been calm and almost nonchalant as if they were teenaged and inexperienced or just going through the motions. She knew not to get him revved up or pissed off, but that might have been the problem as well. She had bottled up whatever was on her mind that would have probably upset him or triggered him... and no one knew when a viper would strike...

Realizing he had no real reason to go straight home, he left his duffel bag on the porch of his house and walked away from the cold excuse for a home. Almost out of instinct, he headed for the Temple Bar. He ever did like the place because of all the damned noise around it, but now he didn't bother. The noise managed to go right over his head as he sat down and leaned on the counter. Ordering a simple beer, he pulled back only to press his face with his hands wearily. He wiped his face, stopping to press his hands against his forehead before dropping them back down as if they weighed a thousand pounds. He didn't even look at his drink as it was set down before him, his eyes were plastered on the counter. Damn... His mind echoed as it began to sink into him, just how much he actually didn't want to be here. He shook his head, but didn't move.

This was worse then dying on the battlefield alone and he figured he probably would have rather done that then sit at a pub he didn't like, with a people he didn't like and a noise level he didn't like. He toughed it out, however, though planned to go home and go straight to sleep afterward. He was tired, but way to tired to even think about sleeping right now. He wasn't looking forward to those nightsweats and terror anyway.

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