❝ We give different names
to our claws and fangs
but we're still starving wolves
howling at the moon.❞
The worst and cruelest enemy Marc could have ever acquired is his own person, the only person able to get through the thin layer of skin standing between the world and a tired heart. A heart so tired of pumping anger through arteries for years that it is about to give up on him, like every other golden thing in his life that he has cast away with only him to blame for it. With a voice so clear and a back so tall and unyielding that everybody else hides behind him and his opinions, he manages to wear a crown without being a leader, being looked up to for his lack of hesitance, for his natural strength and power of moving mountains and blowing air out of his mouth in form of winds. Yet, though walking on a high wire without looking down or slowing down the pace might not scare him, the only way he is shielded from falling is in his own perception, for he is a step away from tripping. If his lungs ever recover and if he ever stops dreaming about dead girls who last melted into his blue eyes before freezing in the snow, his smiles might, one day, not all smell so much like alcohol anymore.
This group is lovely, I'm about to start working on an application now! But I had a question about the plot! At the end it reads 'Unless a third party already did.' I'm sorry if this sounds stupid, but could you elaborate on that?
That is so exciting to hear and we can’t wait to read your application! Best of luck with it! To answer your question, it just leaves the possibility of a person different than Marc or Jamie having figured out the circumstances of Elizabeth’s death open.
do you think it would it be possible to know who is paired w/who? i would hate the message someone when they already have a partner.
I believe Cordelia (played by Jen) and Marc (played by Harleen) are going together, but other than that, I haven’t been let known about any of the other pairings. I don’t think anybody would be upset to be messaging about being paired up, though, so don’t worry much about it.
That being said, if you already have a pair, please let the main know through a message so we could keep track and make sure everybody is included.
You have been accepted to play the role of MARC ARKWRIGHT with the faceclaim of SEBASTIAN STAN/MATTHEW DADDARIO. Please create your account and send it to the main in the next 24 hours. I have never believed in quantity over quality and your application, albeit relatively short, manages to paint a clear picture of who Marc is to you — and what he is to you, he became to me, because you are clearly inspired and ready to guide him in an unique way as the roleplay group grows. I, for one, am excited about every detail of your application and seeing them played out is certainly going to be entertaining, no matter what your concrete plans are. Your passion and seriousness are showing and are contagious. Please message the main, alongside your account, regarding your final faceclaim choice. Thank you.
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name and pronouns:
Harleen. She/Her.
Age:
18.
Time-zone:
PST.
Activity level:
Right now, I have a short break before my summer classes start up, so I am basically free all of the time. But, even when my classes do start up, they will be manageable and I’ll still be able to get on. And, just to put it out there, I never ghost rps! I hate it and I never do it, I always give my 100%!
Triggers:
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IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Desired character:
Marc Arkwright – aksfjkdsg I read his bio and instantly fell in loveee! I’m a sucker for broken characters, oops? And, I saw soo much potential for him, and so much that I could do with his character! I have a lot of different ideas for family/sexuality/Elizabeth and I would love to get the chance to develop him!!
Gender and pronouns of the character:
He/Him.
Changes:
I am torn, I love Sebastian, but I also love Matthew but I am TORN rn... will I be able to make a final fc decision after / if accepted? (If not, I’ll stick with Sebastian no worries!)
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Traits:
everyone always sees marc as hot-headed & aggressive, but they always forget he’s nothing if not loyal & fierce. and, rarely, they can catch him being tender & driven – he’s got too much going on in his mind to focus on letting his guards down or wondering about the future when his present is at stake. dealing with a chronic illness [ooc: yet to be decided], marc has become angry at the world, reflective of his mistakes, but nonetheless – he still keeps his head up, because, goddamn, he’s still marc fucking arkwright, and if the world’s only catching up to him now, it still has a long way to go.
Extras:
major: business – a choice probably pushed forward by his father. marc sort of hates business, unless he’s thinking about himself as the CEO of something.
his mother’s absence probably has something to do with his extensive trust issues
he’s always been close with his father, until recently [ooc: i might link this back to his sexuality]
sexuality: bisexual – and hiding it. he’s known for the girls falling at his feet, and he’s not ready to break his reputation [ooc: i want to make his reputation a big important thing for him, and i’m probably going to link this back to his father/having to act masculine/straight/etc vs finding out he’s sick/ready to give it up, and if i get accepted + i can make a full/better developed biography!]
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PARA SAMPLE
Marc was late and there were six missed calls sitting on his phone. However, he had already made it here before the first call – he just couldn’t make it inside.Marc looked up at the church casting abstract shadows around him and fought the temptation to reach for another cigarette. But, he had already smoked one on his way here and another as he paced in the parking lot. There was a precarious feeling shifting through his bones as he stood in front the ethereal church. If he closed his eyes, he could remember fragments of blue skies and Sunday services and that uncomfortable feeling under his skin every time he was forced to walk into a church- the feeling was still there. Expect, this time, it was mixed with crushing guilt and a heavy feeling tearing at his heart. And, it wasn’t just blue skies he remembered, but bright eyes and light laughter. If only she knew what he could be capable of.
Giving one last look to his sleek car parked recklessly on the side, he stepped off the curb and pushed away all of the thoughts of speeding away. Marc walked toward the front steps of the church, hands fidgeting at his sides before he shoved them into his pockets. He held his breath as he walked in through the large doors and he could feel every single head turn, all of the pairs of eyes staring him down, and he could already sense the gossip stirring in mouths. Tilting his chin up like a fuck you, he let all his nerves unravel as he sauntered over to where he saw Jamie standing. Marc pulled his hands out of his pockets and tugged at his tie as he fixed his eyes to the front, the casket sitting in a halo of sunlight pouring in through stained windows. He felt something nudge his side, and looked up at Jamie. “Hey,” the other’s voice seemed to reach out and pull him out of his trance. He met his eyes and tried to stomach his tight-lipped smile. But, it only made him that much more sick. Turning back to the front, Marc let everything drown into static. Near the end, Elizabeth’s family had left a slot of time for him to speak on behalf of his classmates. If only they knew what he was guilty of.
Stumbling up the few steps, he walked over to the podium and tried to take a deep breath in. But, suddenly, Marc couldn’t breathe. He was suffocating, but nobody noticed. All eyes were on him, but nobody fucking noticed. His heartbeat was racing rapidly. Shit, shit. “Fuck, I can’t,” The words tripped out of his mouth, as he stared at everyone looking at him. He couldn’t register their faces, couldn’t register anything besides the guilt ripping him apart. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He broke for a faltered second, before instinct was pulling him back in. Taking a step back, he drew in a large breath. The room was silent and everyone was watching him closely – waiting for his next move, and he had to calculate if carefully. Glancing up, he shifted closer to the podium. “If only Elizabeth was here, to see me like this. She would crack some joke,” he let out a soft breath and tried to ease the tightness in his bones. “The first time I met her, I…” Marc looked at the crowd and quickly fell into his place as Marc Fucking Arkwright, just as quickly as he had fallen apart. If only everyone knew how practiced he had become at pulling himself together.
❝ We give different names
to our claws and fangs
but we're still starving wolves
howling at the moon.❞
Marc Arkwright | twenty-five (III) | The Riot Club | Matthew Daddario | taken
If there is one thing everybody who ever met him, even shallowly and for a brief amount of time, knows about Marc Arkwright, that is that, if given a choice, he would sign up for the Fight Club over signing up for the Riot Club in a heartbeat. Aggressive and impulsive, he acts first, and only after puts any thought into the action itself, in the best cases. If not, he lets the others do the thinking and worrying, because he isn't good at either of the two and has never quite understood the point of them. He doesn't have time for it, when champagne bottles are popping open with firework noises wherever he goes and when he is followed by girls fainting at his feet. Raised to believe that he is the center of the world and the single most important human being on the planet, it took over half of his life to even consider the fact that he is not, and it seems to be taking him over forever to stop acting like it. His father never contradicted him, as he raised him on his own when his mother, young, fragile and fearful, ran away and left them in the air. Frankly, he doesn't even seem to want to approach a more modest behavior, because without drugs to make him pleasant in the others' eyes and without the arrogant, superior smirk that makes everyone else feel null and intimidates even the boldest minds, he isn't much, and it scares him in his few coherent moments. Marc is always explosive, high in spirits and cheerful, like overdose and hangovers give him strength rather than making him kneel, but it's because he doesn't know how to speak if he's not shouting in his party voice.
Of course, he has the brains and ambition to get into Oxford, but something about his recent mannerism points to the fact that he doesn't have the interest to stay for the courses too. He is too laid-back and too careless to show the smallest shade of concern — all until he gets to the very edge, for it took him too long and too much to care even partially and realize it is his life he is toying with. His girlfriend's accidental death was a wake up call as far as he is concerned, and though he didn't stop his routine for a moment, he deeply regrets that night and knows something needs to change so something like this wouldn't happen a second time. At first, regret was eating him alive, even though it was easily mistaken for simply missing Elizabeth, but it's been a while and he knows he is getting back to his old ways completely — unwittingly, because it is easier for him to sink into a zone of apathy and drinks than suffer and he always looked for the easiest way out and took it regardless of what followed. It's easy to forget faces and names when he soaks his brain in whiskey, after all.
Though possessing no leading skills or patience to become the head of the Riot Club, it took him two years to come to peace with himself for letting his friend have the opportunity instead of him, mostly out of pride and because he thinks he is entitled to everything. Ironically, whilst the group knows very well who is at the very top of the Riot Club, they treat Marc as if it was him, caring about his opinion and giving him more attention, which leaves authority to Jamie only officially, because it's the Arkwright heir they listen to at the end of the day. After all, he's more of a people person than his friend is and that certainly brought him in the spotlight. There is something everybody is interested in in the know-it-all, unpredictable, reckless man who is always the life of the party, though dead inside, and can't help but stay, as if glued, in the very middle of the room, fully exposed and untouched by their gazes. And he enjoys every tiny bit of it.
Living an energy consuming style of life and never disconnecting from it is already leaving traces on the young man, on the other hand, and while he is strong enough to resist and not faint at the pressure, it is a fact that health issues — be it heart, liver, lungs, brain, stomach or any other organ he almost deliberately damages in his daily routine — aren't a long way behind him. Marc runs, and runs away well from his problems, but what comes from inside him might leave holes and put a premature end on his fastuous life. And not even he can serve a sickeningly smug smirk in a white hospital gown. And not even he can shine if his glow is faltering — so he has to realize that, according to the rhythm he walks in through life, he is living his glory days too early and that the fires that burn too bright are being put out too soon.
Elizabeth Pemberly Marc undoubtedly loved Elizabeth — and that was what caused the tragedy: the fact that he cared, because he didn't know how to love her and she needed constant love, mistaking his for possessiveness. He didn't destroy her with indifference, no matter how she took it, but with misguided love, at the end of the day, and he knows that there might not be a second person to engage him the way she did in his life ever again. In an extent, that is what their relationship was based on, but they misunderstood every word coming out of each other's mouths and became poisonous without meaning to. After all, he did destroy her life and got to the point where his own is a step from falling apart as well, all because these two people who couldn't tell when it was time to let go and took too long to stop holding each other's hands.
Jamie Heather As the only person Marc would be able to focus on for more than half a minute, Jamie knows what buttons to push and how to talk to his good friend so he would stop before making the situation worse. Their talks — soaked in old whiskey neither can really hold, mixed with sports, politics, goals, and strategies— usually end with them agreeing with each other, and because Marc’s recklessness fits Jamie’s calmness perfectly. Their friendship goes on, influenced by the balance they achieve as a duo, although they don’t have the slightest thing in common.
Charles Zerilli Marc never liked Charlie-boy — never because of anything in particular, but always for some hidden reason that kept stepping on his toes and causing the older male to get annoyed at Charlie's slightest gesture. Something just seems off to him about him, even though there is no concrete fact or explanation, but that didn't stop him from jumping to conclusions based on thin air. The fact that Marc cares too little about him to actually pay attention to anything past his anger only makes it worse, because he doesn't know the person he claims he is hating. The fact that the other man takes it all as a joke and laughs derisively at his frowns intensifies the tension. When Elizabeth started hanging out with Charlie's closest friends, him included, the reason Marc was desperately looking for to have the right to hate Charlie found him. To this day, he believes that Charlie was trying to steal his girlfriend away from him, if not, has succeeded to, and holds deep grudge, leaving the Zerilli heir confused. And no one at all is better at holding grudges than Marc Arkwright.
Arabella Windsor To Marc, Arabella is nothing but a bitch who knows how to bat her eyelids and has a body to die for — which makes him a jerk. To Arabella, Marc is nothing but a jerk whose company she can do nothing but benefit from, due to his excessive popularity and wealth — which makes her a bitch, in debatable terms. They are both toxic, at the end of the day, but not to each other, and, ironically, by the time the moon sets itself on the sky, they find shelter into each other's bed. Anything that happens inside the walls of their bedrooms, howsoever, never sees the daylight because they ignore each other when more than two pairs of eyes are watching.
