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[personal profile] esparasido 2015-08-01 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Personality:
Marcos E. Garcia is a moron.

Just ask his childhood friends, Sheila Levitt and Alex K. Stewart: the former is constantly apologizing for how stupid he (and Alex) is, and Alex is consistently doing his best to get the dumbass out of trouble from neighborhood gangs, giant roach monsters, you name it. The fact of the matter is that Marcos is 16, never went to school, and never got what people would consider a proper upbringing, which manifests in a crass, upbeat, juvenile, and decidedly shameless attitude about everything and anything.

But let's start with a little bit of background. Without turning this into a history section, it's important to mention that a big part of what makes Marcos Marcos is the environment he grew up in. Born in the early 2600s, where earth is heavily overpopulated and some people end up in inherently less 'lucky' situations than others, Marcos was always firmly on the bottom rung of society; poor, fatherless, and raised in a society where drug cartels and gang violence were rampant, hardships were largely daily routines for Marcos from a young age. When people die around you daily, when it's perfectly normal for people to disappear without explanation on a weekly basis, you learn one thing: that no matter what happens, you have to fight for your right to live. No one gives a shit about you, so you have to do the one thing you have control over, which is to survive.

So, understandably— Marcos is stubborn. He absolutely refuses to give in, despite his lot in the world and despite the fact that society largely couldn't give a shit about a stupid kid who's down on his luck. Really, it may be because of the nihilistic worldview that he was surrounded with that Marcos cultivates an unshakeable sense of positivity; with no one to believe in him and nothing to believe in, all he can believe in is his own endurance and the idea that yeah, there's nowhere to go from here but up. He's not as responsible or levelheaded as his more rational counterpart, Alex, but the two of them share the same tenaciousness for something better despite their odds, which manifests in the sort of mulishness that has Marcos getting into fights with neighborhood thugs that end with bruises and black eyes because this idiot just doesn't know when to back down. He's competitive both out of necessity (standing your ground is better than having no ground to stand on) and out of natural boyish tendencies (like refusing to be the one to apologize first after a fight), immensely committed to making good on his word once he decides that it's something worth fighting for. Sometimes his obstinacy seems ridiculous, but a majority of the time, it comes from a good place— loyalty is a big part of it, which is what we'll get to next.

Perhaps because he has so little positive influences in his life, the people who Marcos befriends are immediately granted a good portion of his big heart, and subsequently, are his reasons for barreling through life with the exuberance that he has. The aforementioned childhood friend number two, Sheila Levitt, is his big grounding force, in that sense: the daughter of his and Alex's parents's employer, Sheila was the one that always tried to keep the two out of trouble, tried to protect the two from their own stupidity and, incidentally, from getting killed. She constantly cared about his and Alex's wellbeing, which was something that Marcos admired intensely about Sheila; for a kid whose worth was always being compared to with trash, Sheila's persisting concern and compassion for him was like the sun. All-encompassing, bright. He cites Sheila as the one person he would want to be like if he was born again under different circumstances, as someone whose happiness he wanted more than his own. He is fiercely protective of her (despite constantly giving her hell with his idiocy), lists her as a reason to live that's equal to his instinct for survival, and proves time and time again that he was saved by her kindness. Through this, we see a little bit of the lonely kid under the brash veneer, the teenager that's gone through hell but still appreciates simple gestures in the form of warm words and clumsy bandages to scraped knees, above all else. He also displays the same sort of loyalty to Alex, who he admittedly clashes with at times but never, never seems to be able to part ways with for long. Even when it seems like their ideologies clash— Marcos's sometimes too-practical approach to living versus Alex's insistence on retaining some sort of moral high ground— Alex never gives up on Marcos, and Marcos, in turn, trusts his best friend with his life.

Marcos is decidedly the hothead of the group, though. He's the one that jumps into things without much of a plan, the one that follows his heart before he follows his head. He joins a gang out of grim necessity, decides that the gang guys are shitheads who make life hell for other people (right before they go to rob a house), and has to be bailed by Alex before he essentially gets shot in the head for betraying them last-minute. His verbal filter is... not that great, considering the fact that he calls a girl he just met "Negative Titties". Or NTT, for short.

But just as he's likely to provoke and likely to put his foot in his mouth, he's also just as likely to empathize and likely to bond with others. He befriends the series's protagonist, Akari Hizamaru, in a matter of minutes— so much so that he, Alex, and Akari are eventually dubbed the "Idiots Trio". He cries freely in situations that upset him, goes along with the dumbest ideas in the name of fun (read: 'let's totally peek at a girl in the shower because we're horny teenage boys'), and is the one most likely to crack a joke in shitty situations just to liven up the mood. Because really, once you've lived the kind of life he's had? Being able to laugh about stuff becomes pretty damn important.

So, yes: Marcos E. Garcia is a moron. He's a moron who loves his friends and wouldn't hesitate for a moment to fight for them if need be, a moron who wants to rise from his hardships, a moron who cares about the little things and will kill you before he lets anyone stomp on them. He's the kind of kid you want to be friends with despite the fact that talking to him is a lesson in putting up with stupid teenage boy behavior, because you know that all his jabbing and all his antics come from something genuine, something as steadfast as Marcos's attitude towards life.

Flavor Abilities: N/A! Any abilities he has need to be induced via medication, anyway.

Suitability:

What's great about this game is that it has a premise that Marcos is entirely familiar with— surviving— but in a completely different context than what he's used to! He's always had to be a scavenger and a bit of a cheat to keep himself afloat in the streets, but this kind of setting naturally forces him to cooperate with others (something he's used to doing now that he's gotten accustomed to teaming up to fight roaches in Mars) and fumble blindly with the rest of them. It'd be nice in the sense that Marcos won't be a fish out of water in this scenario, but he won't be so used to it that adjusting will pose no emotional difficulties for him. It's almost a challenge for him, really— his stubbornness put to the test again, but in a strange environment that he has no frame of reference for.

Also, without his best friend, Alex, or an authority figure/group to kind of initially keep a rein on him and keep his recklessness in check, it would be interesting to see how Marcos tries to adjust himself to his surroundings through understanding his own limits. He'll be foolhardy, given that the people he cares about most— his driving forces— aren't around, but I think it'd be interesting to see how he reconciles that with knowing that he needs to get out of here to go back to them. He might become, shockingly, a little more responsible, which would be an interesting development! The dumb kid can finally grow up a little.

RP Samples:
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He's surprisingly calm.

Or, well— 'surprising' wouldn't be the right word, he supposes. This isn't anything he hasn't done before, the process of plodding through unfamiliar terrain to find a scrap of food, a way to ward off the elements. It reminds Marcos of 'home', of Grande Mexico and the southern States, of days spent huddled under awnings and waiting for Alex to show up with a few bills and a tired joke: "rejoice, peasant, we're having one-dollar pizza for dinner tonight." It reminds him, tentatively, of Mars, too; sleeping with one eye open, counting the number of the injured and trying not to think of the Sheila-sized hole in his heart.

Yeah, it's nothing he hasn't done before. Keep living, right? Survive. Easy.

Except—

"Why the fuck is it so cold?!"

—the weather is one thing he couldn't have anticipated, not from years and years of living comfortably close to the equator. He's never seen snow, let alone been forced to plod through it. The numbness is as alien as any mutant roach he'd faced off with on Mars, and just as merciless, too; he can feel his toes fighting to make friction in his shoes, desperate for any warmth they can find, self-generated or otherwise.

"Shit, I shoulda watched more of those winter survival movies back in the Annex while I still could... what happens in those flicks, again? Fuuuuck, I'm not sawing off my own arm for food, though!! I'm not gonna do it!"

The wind picks up on his whining, blows it back in his face in a cold gust. His nose wrinkles, reddened by unrelenting wind and frost. Reminders that there's no one around here to hear him, that his friends— his sun, his warmth— are missing. How long has it been since he's been so alone? When was the last time he'd known that he'd turn around and find no one there to laugh at him, with him?

His hands ball into fists, enough that he can feel his pulse hammering under his skin. It's steady, unyielding. Beat by beat, it keeps moving.

(Alex. Keiji. Akari. Captain Komachi.

...Sheila.

There are people waiting for him. People counting on him.)

Unfurling his fingers, Marcos grits his teeth and tilts his chin back up. Faces the snow head-on.


Fuck it.

He's just going to keep moving.
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[personal profile] esparasido 2015-08-04 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
awesome, thank you! this is the journal i'll be using.