Marcus Caravahlo (_caravahlo_) wrote, @ 2022-08-13 16:43:00 |
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I'm only made out of flesh, blood and bone
NAME: Marcus Jude CaravahloTYPE: The Aggressive Hedonist NICKNAMES: Sometimes refers to himself jokingly as El Lobo Feroz, or "The Big Bad Wolf" AGE: 35 (born October 13th) GENDER: Male HAIR: Brown, often kept shoulder-length or longer EYES: Brown HEIGHT: 6'6" WEIGHT: Between 290-300 lbs, depending on whether food is available. BUILD: Very muscular, broad-shouldered, large build ETHNICITY: Mixed (white-Italian, Hopi and Mexican) SCARS/TATTOOS: •Face (mostly left side, over the eye) - multiple scars MARITAL STATUS: Single/Divorced SEXUALITY: Aggressively bisexual/opportunistic, treats sex like a challenge OCCUPATION: CNA BIRTHPLACE: Winslow, Arizona PARENTS: Cesar Rodriguez and Natalie Mojag Caravahlo SIBLINGS: He's most familiar with his two older half-brothers, Daniel and Eli Rodriguez. Also has a younger half-sister, Maria Caravahlo, who would be 29. May have other siblings he's unaware of. OTHER RELATIVES: Paternal grandparents in Florida, maternal grandfather still in Arizona, a laundry list of aunts, uncles, and cousins. None of them close. Both the Rodriguez side and the Caravahlo side of the family are enthusiastic breeders. CONSISTENT FRIENDS: Bryant O'Neill (corpseofaction) CONSISTENT ENEMIES: TBD Come to me, I'm your livin' crop circle
Strengths: Physically, Marcus is incredibly strong; he takes pride in that, and works on it quite a bit. He's a decent brawler, as well, for that reason. His sense of humor is also probably a strength, given that he is capable of laughing at himself to an extent and isn't entirely unpleasant to be around so long as someone can stomach all the swearing. Because of his history with his father's failed restaurant, Marcus is actually a very good cook. While he's not very prone to reflection, he does possess a decent amount of self-awareness, and this helps him when he's observing others. Being as manipulative as he is requires some amount of empathy and understanding of motivations, he just doesn't tend to use it for any good. So he's smarter than he lets on. He's also very proactive. If there's a problem, he will attempt to solve it just to be done with the thing. He won't ignore or run away from it.Weaknesses: Because he doesn't ignore problems, he also has a difficult time letting anything go. Wrongs will be remembered, tallied, and sometimes acted out on years after the fact. Marcus does have a temper, and will hold a deep, lasting grudge if he's crossed. While he's smarter than he lets on, he isn't nearly as smart as he thinks he is, and can easily become crippled by hubris or over-confident. He's too wrapped up in his image, purposely makes himself emotionally unavailable, and is entirely too obsessed with – and distracted by – the promise of sex. He's also something of a binge drinker, which leads to all kinds of promises. His resolve isn't particularly strong in either regard, and he's been accused of being addicted to both sex and alcohol in the past. His ego refuses to let him acknowledge either as a weakness, however, which is in itself a weakness. Any dealings with Marcus are going to involve that ego. He's also something of a liar, and even he isn't sure entirely why he does it half the time. Sometimes the lies he tells are to make him seem more bad ass (such as claiming to have been in prison for murder), but not always. Specific Fears: Marcus fears losing control, although that doesn't stop him from putting himself in situations where he does do it (either by drinking too much or losing his temper). Mostly, he fears being seen as weak or worthless. At his core, Marcus very much wants to prove that he has value, and he's terrified that – at the end of the day – he doesn't. He's afraid of dying alone, having lived a life not worth remembering. He's also afraid of losing his eyesight, and can't stand for anything to go near his eyes to the point that he doesn't even go to the optometrist. Scenes where eyes are gouged, removed, or otherwise compromised are the only scenes in horror movies that he can't stomach. He always turns away from them. On a theological level, Marcus does fear a judgmental God. He was raised with Catholics, after all, and if it turns out that he's wrong and God is tallying wrongdoings... well, he's committed an awful lot of sins. General Beliefs: Marcus is certainly not conservative about a lot of things. He believes that the government has little place in his life, and actually thinks he'd fare all right in an anarchist society. He thinks everyone is bisexual and that most just refuse to admit it. He's Deist, believing that there is a creator God, but that God is too far beyond the scope of human imagining to be truly invested in the paltry details of human lives. A God that micromanages existence doesn't seem very efficient to him. He has a very small printed copy of The Prophet, by Khalil Gibran, which he treats much like a bible. Marcus doesn't know if he believes in an after life, but feels like it'd be a fucked up system if heaven and hell really existed, so he chooses not to believe in them. He also doesn't believe in evil, so much as “bad wiring.” In that way, he's actually fairly sympathetic towards others, and will not write someone off based on deeds alone. No sin is too great for Marcus to forgive, though he doesn't always get where people are coming from. He's always curious to hear them out. let me take you to the hurting grounds
Appearances are incredibly important to Marcus. He prefers to be alpha, and has a tendency to posture around other alpha males. Even as a kid, he was contrary by nature, argumentative, and had a rather cruel sense of humor. He'd get into fights and bully other children... not to mention the occasional teacher. Any attention is good attention as far as he's concerned, and he'll lie or act out in order to get a reaction. Ignoring him or not reacting in the way he expects can result in fixation from him. He's happy to keep changing his approach until he gets whatever reaction he's going for. Once he finds a sore spot, he'll keep picking at it until he's bored. A lot of this stems from neglectful parents and trust issues. Marcus would much rather be actively disliked than ignored and abandoned. At least when he's hated, he knows he's being thought about and having an effect on others. He deals with an ingrained fear of rejection by setting himself out for it and behaving in such a way that he can essentially count on it. That way, it can ultimately feel like a victory for him. When people don't reject him, or actively pursue his company, he tends to be put off. As far as he's concerned, there must be something wrong who would want to be with an asshole, and he has no respect for masochists. They remind him of dogs, which he also doesn't care for. The quickest way to get Marcus to go away is to appear desperate for him to stick around.If he didn't have a strong work ethic to counter the abrasive personality, he probably wouldn't have been able to keep a job. While he was more than willing to drop out of school as a teenager, Marcus has never skipped a day of work in his life. Whatever his shift is, whatever his job entails, he can be relied upon to show up and get it down. Marcus has a knack for self-preservation, and a hard-wired survival instinct that will kick in when he has to toe the line with authority figures. For the most part, he can actually avoid real trouble, excluding the occasional fistfight. He's actually very thick-skinned and difficult to offend, himself, though there are a few hot-button topics with him. For the most part, he only fights because he enjoys fighting, and is quick to take conflicts to a physical level for the same reason, not out of actual anger. Possibly because his life has been a series of very chaotic events over which he's had very little personal control, Marcus is secretly something of a control freak. He obsesses over his personal appearance in many ways, and is diligent about his workout routine, his clothes, hair, and so forth. There are also personal belongings he keeps that he is very possessive and protective of. It's possible that this possessiveness/protectiveness could extend to other people in his life, but he has yet to forge any kind of relationship to inspire that kind of behavior. For the most part, Marcus is willing to tease or hit on everyone around him, and will generally be civil if said people are capable of taking the joke. He maintains that he only gets mean when he's asked to. You leave old memories, and such things disgust me
Marcus was born out of wedlock at the Little Colorado Medical Center in Winslow, Arizona. His mother gave him her surname, as his father was not present at his birth. She stuck around just long enough to teach him how to walk, so he doesn't really remember her. He was raised primarily by his father and two older half-brothers, though other people came in and out of his life professing to be relations of some sort. There was one woman Marcus thinks of as his "stepmother," though she never actually married his father, either. She showed up not long after his biological mother left, and stuck around for nearly ten years. When she did leave, she took her daughter with her, but left Marcus. He did not keep track of his father's girlfriends after that, and has more than just a few trust issues.His father was not particularly abusive, but he was neglectful. Marcus did learn how to cook from him, but that was about it. The man's family owned an ill-conceived Italian restaurant, and the children were often used as slave labor. To this day, Marcus can still make perfectly uniform meatballs. Ultimately, the restaurant was shut down, after which the family nose-dived into extreme poverty. The two Rodriguez brothers each left the moment they turned 18, respectively, and Marcus did them one better; he left a year before he became a legal adult. This was also the year that he dropped out of high school. Through an older friend, he managed to bullshit his way into a job as a direct service provider (caretaker) for disabled adults in a group home in Phoenix. The place was desperate, and he had absolutely no trouble with the physical nature of the job. Marcus did have some trouble with one of his older co-workers at first, but they worked it out. She married him a couple of years after they met. The marriage lasted about six months, when Marcus was caught cheating on her with her brother. He'd always had issues with monogamy. He decided to move out of the state after that, to Nevada, transferring to another group home. During this time, he managed to earn his GED at an Adult Education Center. When he left the Nevada group home, he was 22 years old. The newly acquired GED and his experience at the assisted living facilities were enough to get him a position as a nursing assistant in a real medical center. He was certified within a few months of being hired. His job still largely involved physical work, patient transfers and the like, and the hours were terrible, but it paid a little better than DSP work. He felt certain that if he applied himself, he could start earning real money, maybe by taking a few more classes and becoming a technician of some kind. Marcus did make a token attempt at earning a nursing degree, but it was one of the fields that was predominately populated by women, and he had a difficult time dealing with classmates, teaches, and - at times - coworkers. Taking a page from his mother's book, he opted to not stay in one place for too long, and often dealt with life's more dramatic moments by leaving whatever town he was living in at the time and going someplace new. I think you already know how far I'd go not to say
Q. Do you get along with your family?A. Heh. Sure. The trick is not to talk to any of 'em for a fucking decade and a half. Wouldn't know where any are at. Had a sister I almost liked, once, but my mother split with her before I got a read. My brothers took after my dad. Fucking assholes, mostly. Q. Tell me about a childhood pet. Or, if you've never kept pets, what would your ideal pet be? A. Used to catch lizards and shit out on the mesa. Snakes. Didn't have no favorite, but I like snakes. I like the way they move, the way they eat. There's no bullshit with a snake. You know where you stand. You feed it now and then and you're cool. You don't, it gets mean. Never loves you. Doesn't beg or whine for affection like a dog does. A snake doesn't give a fuck if you're there or not. It's not gonna follow you around tripping you up. Q. Describe one of the worst things you think you've ever done. A. Got married once. Not sure if it's the worst thing I've done, but it was a dumb fucking thing. She got to me somehow, and I led her on. Think I even loved her at the time. She sure as hell loved me for some fucking reason. Didn't stop me from fucking her brother. He was older than she was, but didn't seem like it. Real gentle guy. Heh. Kind of shy and nervous, you know? Got embarrassed easy. Blushed easy. Exact fucking opposite of Sophie. Motherfucker didn't like me at first, but I got under his skin. Got to him. You really want me to describe it? It wasn't that hard to figure him out. He started liking the attention. What can I say? I give good head. Didn't bother hiding it. Hell, I was fucking proud at the time. She was pissed. Nobody in the family had picked up he was gay, either, so they cut him off after it all went down. Fucking Italian Catholics, right? That wasn't my fault, though. Probably could have handled it all better. Maybe kept my hands to myself. Lot of times I should've kept my hands to myself, though. That shit ain't news. Real fucked up part is that the pendejo kept calling me. Like I was his fucking friend or something. Guess he didn't have nobody else. Had to change my fucking number. Sometimes I wonder what happened to him. Not often... but, you know. Maybe I'd do something different, if I had to do it again. Q. What's the bravest thing you think you've done? A. Done a lot of brave shit. I don't scare easy. I guess the bravest fucking thing was standing up to my dad when I was a kid. I was maybe... ten, eleven years old. Finally called that hijo de puta on his bullshit. Heh. He punched me in the fucking face for my trouble. First time that bastard ever lay a hand on me. Takes a lot of balls, you know, for a kid to mouth off to his own father, even a shit father like mine was. Best thing I ever done was split, six years later. That wasn't bravery, though. That shit was self-defense. Q. If all of your most important belongings had to be condensed into a single bag, what would be in it? A. Got a book I wouldn't want to lose, but I keep that on me most times. My phone, my fucking clothes, maybe some money. Don't got much that wouldn't fit in a bag, I guess. Not that I'd call essential. Got a bunch of fucking albums, but that shit's all digital now. I got a lot of it on my phone. I have some pictures I care about. Sort of shit you'd save in a fire. Otherwise, I'd make do with whatever. Maybe basic shit, I'd want. Like some good conditioner. That cheap stuff don't do shit. Q. What's the strangest thing that's ever happened to you? If nothing particularly strange has ever happened to you, which of the following do you think is more likely: ghosts, aliens, or bigfoot? A. I don't buy ghosts. That shit don't make no kind of sense. When you die, you die. No point kicking around. I guess there could be aliens. I could see that. I could see the government covering that shit up, too. Don't know why they'd want to abduct us, though. We'd be fucking primitive by comparison, right? People where I grew up, they were fucking nuts for alien abduction shit. UFOs. That kind of thing. If I ever saw anything out in the desert I was too fucking drunk to tell if it was aliens or not. Bigfoot... seems like we'd have found it by now. Maybe, though. There are a lot of fucking woods on the planet. Some weird fucking shit out there. Strangest thing that ever happened to me I guess was while I was working graveyard at one of the Sterling houses. We had some messed up people there, but this one woman didn't sleep. She just didn't fucking run on normal cycles. She was also convinced I was her fucking son or some shit. Pasquale. Bitch was eighty-some years old and never had family visit, so I don't know who this guy was. Can't imagine I look much like him, but she was dead fucking sure of it. Thing of it was, she'd know shit about me. Never got the name right, but she knew what my favorite foods, my clothing size... just a lot of little shit that I had in common with this guy I'd never met and maybe never even fucking existed. Guess it just goes to show you nobody's a fucking snowflake, you know? Bothered me at first, but I just let it go after a while. Wasn't like it hurt me any to answer to some other name. I was there the night she died. It wasn't dramatic at all. She wasn't sick. Just old. She was up, having a cup of decaf at the table, telling me this long-ass story about something I'd done. Or the guy she thought I was had done. She asked what we were doing for breakfast, and I told her. 'Same fucking thing every Wednesday, Mamá.' She told me to wake her up for it, and that she was gonna take a quit nap. Bitch was cold when I checked on her an hour later. I mean cold and blue. You'd never know she'd been up talking. No reason for it, really. Natural causes. Bitch was old, like I said. I went to her funeral. Don't really know why. Maybe I thought someone there could tell me who this guy I reminded her of was. Or maybe that there'd be some doppelganger of myself. I was the only one there, though, so I still don't know the answer to that one. Whatever you do, don't tell anyone.
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