COOMINGS, marshal carrick

[MARSHAL CARRICK COOMINGS]

MARSHAL CARRICK COOMINGS

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Name: Marshal Carrick Coomings
Age: 113
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Works at Mushrooms (Accountant type person)
Species: Vampire
Ability and Talent:N/A

Tall, dark and handsome are some early first words that come to mind when describing Marshal Coomings, and they aren’t an exaggeration, well he may be mildly lacking on the tall part but the height of 5’9” is nothing to look down upon really (lest your taller). Now being a prideful boy Marshal is very concidient and concerned about his looks. He maintains to the fact that he has not a single flaw and why ruin such a good self personal image even if with that comes an insanely large ego. That is not to say that every female will swoon over him but he does have his attractive allure all the same, what with his piercing gaze and self confidence.

Marshal in his view is a perfect being and works to keep it that way. Metrosexual is a word that applies to Marshal quite well. He is concerned about his looks and likes to keep them but he definitely likes girls. When it comes to his looks Marshal is most concerned with his hair. He tends to keep in a 1950’s style of being combed back, not slicked back but combed up and back, he has been keeping his hair like this for several years now. If not styled up and back Marshal’s hair will fall into his face reaching down around his eyes. It is rare to see Marshal with hair like that though, not a single lock of hair should be out of place. He keeps it so ‘perfectly styled’ with a few hair products and thus his blackish brown hair is well maintained. Marshal likes no one touching his hair, the few exceptions is a girl whom he is dating, it is nice having a girl gently run her fingers through his hair.

Easily enough said Marshal’s best feature would in fact be his hair. Though another exceptionally strong feature on Marshal is his eyes. No they are not some special color, no amazing blues, greens or grays. They are brown, yes plain simple brown, but he works them well and can penetrate with his gaze the set (deep set) and shape (almond) of his eyes wins out over the mildly golden yet very brown eyes. When Marshal looks at you with a penetrating gaze it can sometimes feel like he can see right through you. He of course can’t really but does hold a powerful gaze and stare.

Marshal does a lot of speaking with his eyes and his eyebrows. He has mastered the ability of the one eyebrow raise and can express much with his expression and the one eyebrow raise. He expresses doubt, curiosity, intrigue and attraction all with an eyebrow raise, and a look in his eyes. Of course his expression helps along a little bit. A crooked half smile coupled with the eyebrow raise is his classic, “I’m intrigued and attracted” look.

Now that the subject of his smile has been brought into light it seems only fair and right to describe that feature about him. His lips are just average, they are neither thin nor are they thick and lush. This however does not mark him as a poor kisser, he would consider him self to be an excellent kisser but that is up to each lady to decide on her own. As to the expression his lips take they normally rest comfortably, Marshal isn’t the type to smile every other minute. His true smiles are reserved for those close to him and not always then. Marshal does smirk, and sneer and he does have that deadly cute half smile but he’s just not one to smile ever hour of every day, nor is he one to never smile. When humored Marshal will smile.

Marshal’s least attractive feature is his nose. It is on the biggish side of things and is a prominent feature on his face. His nose is not freakishly large but it isn’t small and practically hidden neither, in all honestly Marshal works with what he has and still believes that he has no flaws.

Now for Marshal’s other features, Marshal is as stated a bit tall standing at 5’9”. He is long and lean too. He is not a bean pole, nor is he ripped, his muscles are just toned.

As to his sense of style, Marshal is not one to done a t-shirt. He tends to dress up a bit, nothing overly formal like for the Ritz, but Marshal does not dress overly casual. His style is more of a casual formal style. Marshal’s favorite color is green (dark forest green to be exact) and so he can often be seen wearing that color most often. The color is partially his favorite color because it looks good on him.
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How to describe one Marshal Carrick Coomings. There is much that can be said about this one boy. He seems rather flat and simple upon first impressions, but to truly delve in who Marshal really is he becomes rather detailed and complex. It’s just a matter that the deeper levels of Marshal are not always revealed and are rather safe guarded.

First off Marshal is clearly self-centered, there is no stepping around that. Marshal is concerned with himself first and foremost. Thus one could say that Marshal is egotistical and being egotistical Marshal is indeed rather obsessed with his look and in particular his hair. Perfection is his goal and aim, and Marshal feels that he has achieved it. He suffers from a type of King Complex. He feels that a great deal of the world should play up to him, though there are those whom he would consider his equal, and a few whom he would admit to being hire up than her in which he should play up to. In a situation of multiple powers, Marshal will side with whom he feels is the stronger power.

Beyond this Marshal is a pleasure and comfort seeker. If there is an easy way out and around something then Marshal will go for it. Why put effort into something when it is not necessary? Marshal will do things for himself if he must or does not trust others but why do it if someone else will? Such actions can cause people to view him as having a dimmer wit than what he actually possesses. Admittedly Marshal can be quite stupid, but he does have a sharp mind it’s just a matter of applying it. As said before Marshal is one of comfort, getting by is good enough for him save for when his pride is on the line.

Pride is another huge thing for Marshal and it obviously feeds into that king complex of his. Marshal appreciates attention as long as it is not too much of it and it is the good kind. Ill favor is not something Marshal looks for like others who desire to be the focus of attention. Though Marshal does not relish in ill favor he tends to find himself being the focus of it from time to time. Thus he has learned to twist words and actions so that the focus and blame is off of him and onto others guilty or not. Sometimes this works for Marshal other times it doesn’t. It just depends on the situation and who he is faced with. The words ‘I’m sorry’ rarely escape Marshal’s lips he is too prideful and coincident to admit fault.

Now to add to the mix of Marshal’s pride and inability to admit to a fault is a bit of a temper. These three things put together make for a deadly combination, not deadly for others but rather deadly for Marshal himself. With Marshal’s temper he has been known to allow his mouth to fly, which can allow Marshal to get into all sorts of problems either by making threats that he can’t follow through with or even promises of the same nature. In a number of occasions this has gotten Marshal into trouble. One of the ways to get Marshal into such a situation is to place him at the bad end of a joke he never takes kindly to being in such a situation. Marsh is one who will seek revenge for things done wrong unto him.

This is not to say that Marshal isn't for a good time, he is a bit of a ladies man and like an easy and fun time. Being an immortal he has figured why not enjoy life and take advantage of what it has to offer him. Honestly he's still young and there is a lot to see and do.

Marshal is pretty good at mathematics though he is not a genious who can do amazing mental math. Marshal tends to walk a lot it seems to be his answer to everything. He has a decision that needs to be made Marshal will walk it out. He’s frustrated and annoyed, he’ll first try to take it out on the source many times but if he can’t he’ll try and walk it off. If Marshal is bored with nothing to do, he takes a walk around town for if there is nothing in his current location there just might be something in the next and generally Marshal does find something else where and when he doesn’t he finds something when he returns to his original location. It is better to do something while waiting than nothing. And, if he can’t walk he’ll pace though Marshal isn’t too great of a fan of pacing but he’ll take what he can get.

After reading this one should practically know all that is Marshal Coomings, but one should be warned and prepared to be surprised by Marshal for he will ever so often do something rather unexpected..

Marshal was born into a finicially well off family on the east coast near New York. He was the eldest born of a small family with only one other sibling, a sister named Nadeen. His family was considerably small in comparison to many other families but his mother grew sick during her second pregnancy and a third child was not attempted.

In keeping with best society, the Coomings household was known of respect and the picture perfect family that anyone would want to be part of, but the truth of the matter was that things were falling apart behind closed doors. The marriage was loveless growing more cold and distant as time passed and Daren Coomings, Marshal's father was barred from the bed chamber of Nadeen, his mother. As a young boy Marshal grew up knowing of many nights of his father coming in late with the lipstick of another woman on his face. It was a curious sight to behold for the young boy who was left to his own devices.

When not under supervision Marshal sought out any sort of trouble he could find himself in, and learned because of the influence his family held that he could easily point a finger at another and they would get the blame for his actions. Thus to the public eye Marshal was a golden child but when their back were turned he was a regular little devil of sorts.

While Marshal remained at home learning of money and finances via his father something he himself had a great talent for his sister Mary was shipped off to England to be with their grandmother and learn to be the finest of ladies. Thus in a way Marshal and his sister grew apart he being a man of business who would run wild whenever possible and she clung to fine society she was presented.

After a while Marshal grew tired of playing a part and being the responsible young man and found himself going out and partying more and more. He ejoyed the wild and interesting life of booze, sex and jazz. It brought displeasure to his family but he didn't care too much. Before long he hooked up with a rather interesting woman who was something of a flapper. It was one late night that she took him to her place, he expected it to be another fun night to find his neck being bitten into when he said that he would love to always live the night life. The rest of the night seemed to go by in a blur as things changed in his life and he was close to the woman the whole night. It was when and where the transformation took place, it seemed to be a while before he actually came fully to his senses and realized that there had been a search for him, one that could not be answered considering how he had changed.

It was then that Marshal in fright took flight from the city of New York not certain about his new life, his new hunger and the City life any more. He ran for what seemed to be a long time and found himself out west, it was where he met a Vampire of old and discovered the coven there. Not having much of anything going for him at that moment he requested to be part of the coven willingly giving his blood.

Life there in the west was interesting. Parts of him missed being in the big city but the thought of it frightened him and he felt as if he had found a place there in the coven. He wasn't always close to every member to start seeing as he was the new kid on the block though things did get a little interesing with Diana. They had a fun fling or two but things didn't seem to last. Marshal still hold a small flame of sorts for her but has moved on at the same time. He wasn't fond of her almost depressed state. Of the coven Marshal is closest to Roche whom he works with. As to the potential change in leadership Marshal has yet developed an opinion on the matter seeing as he's familiar with both parties. He figures that he'll keep out of the situation untill it comes time that he must choose a side, in which he'll choose what is in his personal best interest. That is not to say that Marshal doesn't have an opinion on anything, he not particularly fond of lycans who just strike him as a form of filthy beast. Though the war with them is over he finds he prefers to keep his distance from the creatures.

Your Name: Carrie
Age: 24
How Did you Find us: I'm a stalker
A little bit about you: Well I'm a nut, a stalker of Rae and her friends. Marshal here is my baby having been with me the longest, he started at Hogwarts much like I did in RP. Any way I am a geek an love books and writing. I want to be published one day and Rae is my amazing help in that writting process.

Adrian should have seen it coming, should have known it was coming. He was met with nothing but harsh words where ever he turned. Sure he had an almost unexplainable infatuation with Daphne, but he would settle for just friends really. Was that too much to ask. He wasn't the same person he was way back when. It didn't help that the other girl was rather rude too but really he could care less what she thought, he didn't exactly care what anyone thought really, he was used to being on his own, he had Maxx at home, but he did care about Daphne and what she thought. She was his world. Better yet she was his sun and he lived to orbit around her. That's what she was a bright shining star of sorts, and to be spurned in such a way hurt.

He tried to not let it get to him but sat there quite as she ignored him. He wanted to jump into the conversation again but he seemed to be blocked out, so he settled for attempting to watch the game while all the while watching how the sun played in Daphne's hair. He tried not to stare but her head would move in such a way and catch the light. He wanted to touch, but didn't, he tried to focus on what be of the game he did have to keep some dignity didn't he?

He cheered once or twice when appropriate and tried to listen to the conversation which wasn't much in front of him. He wasn't much on football really. Sports were all well and fine but it was almost too simplistic. Running and crashing into people really? It was almost like a primitive form of battle, that thought made Adrian feel a little ill at ease but dismissed that thought quickly as Daphne stood up suddenly. Instinct said for him to stand as well but he just kept himself from doing such. It wasn't like he was in her way or anything. He wanted to ask after her but the other girl beat him to it and before he knew it he had a bag and umbrella shoved into his arms. What had just happened here? What was he supposed to do with the other girl's stuff? Why did she have so much? Really what did the girl carry? He was processing this when there was a sudden bellow rang through the air and caught his attention.

What was that thing? It was someone in costume? Really now it was the middle of the game? But something more seemed to be to this person thing. That bellow had done more than draw his attention it had sent a cold chill racing through his body and froze him to the spot. This was something more than just a person in costume, his gut told him that, it just didn't make sense till the creature started to attack. He stood up his bag having still been over his shoulder and then the girl's stuff still in his arms. What the hell was this? If this was some sick joke he wasn't laughing people were getting hurt! Panic began to fill Adrian his mind racing glued to the spot.

Then a voice called through the air and caught the beasts attention. That voice grabbed hold of him and held him firm. What was she doing! She could get killed the thing was getting ready to charge! There had to be something to be done he reached for a weapon but found that all he had was an umbrella that would not do! He couldn't just stand by and watch he was defenseless but he let the bag and umbrella fall at his feet as he raced down to get closer there had to be something. What he didn't know. But his feet didn't carry him far when the beast had been stopped in his tracks and then quickly vanquished.

Relief flooded him, as Adrian blinked his eyes a few times. What had just happened? Did he black out? He was down a few levels. He must have tried to run all the same the beast was gone and everything was a mess. There was nothing left to do but count his blessings that he was fine, the rest of people he couldn't say. But maybe it was best if he just moved along, his mind drifted to Daphne but something in him said that she was fine and he would see her again soon.

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