Marcon Savarelli

By Cranium Tyranus

• April 22, 2013




Age: 26

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: Unfortunately my iPad has been difficult so I couldn't do a color Interpretation of the character so,<br /><br />Hair= dark brown<br />Coat= green<br />Pants= light blue<br />Eyes= blue<br />Boots= faded black<br />

Personality: Very sarcastic and keeps new people at an emotional distance due to his childhood and not being able to trust his own father. <br /><br />Despite being physically powerful, he's very vulnerable emotionally, hence the wall he puts up around other people, saying the wrong thing to him can make him become very closed off from that person, or even erupt into a full on fight. <br /><br />In contrast to his tough guy demeanor, he loves to see trees and flowers, to him, they are the most amazing things he's ever seen, he also has a soft spot for kids, and hates to see them in danger, often throwing himself into conflict without thinking in order to save those he considers 'innocent'.

Backstory: He was born in Avongrad. A world ravaged by pollution and poverty, his mother, Andrea Savarelli, died trying to give birth to him, leaving him in the sole custody of his devastated father, Gaverolli Savarelli. For 7 years his father managed to keep act together, provided for Marcon, and told him that he loved him. Though secretly he resented him. Marcon's father blamed him for his Andrea's death, and so, on Marcon's 8th birthday his father came home, completely disheveled, the scent of alcohol thick in the air. <br /><br /> In a blind rage, Gaverolli grabbed Marcon and threw him across the room, "Murderer!" Gaverolli cried at his son, "If it wasn't for you, the love of my life would still be here!" Gaverolli began swatting maliciously at Marcon, whom was stunned speechless at his father's rage. Luckily for Marcon, his dad ran into the corner of the door that lead into the kitchen. Marcon seized the opportunity, and ran out of the front door. <br /> <br /> Marcon survived the next few years at an orphanage, it wasn't great, but anything was better then going back to his dad. He had just turned 18, and was no longer able to live at the orphanage, though he was grateful to the establishment for getting him this far, and became very fond of the staff that worked there. On his way out, he couldn't help but overhear the head mother talking about how the orphanage was going to close soon, as they could no longer afford to keep up rent on the property and land space, the church had stopped sending them money years ago, the head mother managed to keep the orphanage from going under because of random donations from citizens, the bake sales they had constantly while he was growing up, and the civil work he and the other orphans were given to do. But it was no longer enough.<br /> <br /> With a new sense of purpose, Marcon began looking around for work, although he was working 2 jobs, it still wasn't enough money to support himself, and the church. That's when Marcon learned about underground fighting, people would wager on fighters, and the fighters would beat each other until the other stopped moving, from being rendered unconscious or other. Marcon understood the risks, but the fighters were getting paid even more money then he was, even for losing. <br /><br /> Marcon had a decent build, all the running around and heavy lifting he was doing at his job had a positive effect on his physique. Confident, he bet all of his saved up money on himself to win. He then entered his first fight in the arena, against a monster of a man, he wasn't sure, but Marcon could've sworn the man was flexing his eyeballs as well. Marcon rushed the man, hitting him several times in the abs, but only hurt his own fists in the process, the man giggled before picking Marcon up and throwing him against the wall of the arena, it brought back memories of the truama he suffered at his father's hands, terrified Marcon stood back up, dodging his opponents assult, it was then that he noticed that he was much faster then his enemy, and much more well conditioned as his oppnent was already running out of steam.<br /><br /> Marcon took advantage and began wearing down his opponent until he began to stagger about the arena, that's when Marcon ended the match by tripping his foe, then raining blows down upon his head. He had won, but only through dumb luck. Marcon took his winnings and immediately gave them to the head mother, he told her it was to thank the orphanage for taking him in, and confessed to her how he acquired the money. The head mother was thankful but begged him to stop fighting, and to pursue an honest living that The Lord would be proud of. Marcon wished the head mother well, and left promptly. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt very exhilarated during the fight, the fear he felt toward his father's action melted away as he fought back, this was something he could defiantly see himself doing for a time yet, but if he was going to compete against the mountains of muscle down in the arena, he would need an edge, something the other fighters didn't have, technique.<br /><br /> Marcon began looking for a fighting instructor, but quickly came to the realization that most, if not all of the professional fighters lived in the domes. The domes were little bubbles of paradise in the dank, polluted world Marcon comes from, only the wealthy and privileged could afford to live there. Inside of the domes, is a utopia, green grass and trees are common place, fresh water isn't something that's fought over, it runs freely through their cities. Animals are not mutated and rabid, and the children never have to cry out in hunger. <br /><br /> Unfortunately for him, Marcon was from outside of the domes, meaning he would likely never see the inside of one of the domes due to being, unclean. However he heard that in the mountains near town, perhaps the only place that was naturally pure left in his world, that there was a hermit named Oroyoshi whom was a legend in the domes, and the legend made it's way into the underground fighting arena in the slums. He was said to be unbeatable, dominating every foe he was pitted against. As the legend goes, he eventually grew bored of his challengers and leapt from the dome, apparently performing suicide. However, once he visible landed in the mountains, the smog around them, disapated, and over the years, the foliage and animals returned to their natural luster. This legend stuck out in Marcon's mind, and it's what he sought to persue.<br /><br /> Although the air was pure in the mountains, no one ever went, and Marcon soon discovered why once he entered. The pure air was too much for him, it gave him vertigo, and he began seeing odd, impossible things, even still, Marcon's will was strong, so he pressed on through the ironic hardship he was to burden, the pure air and water, were acting as a poison toward him, making him sick.<br /><br /> Marcon had made it quite a ways up the mountain before he finally collapsed, it seemed like he would make it no further toward his goal, he wasn't bitter though, he had never seen anything as beautiful as the healthy trees and flowers he had passed, he appreciated being able to look upon their majesty before he passed, it would have been a hollow life otherwise. Before his eyes shut however, he seemed to see a figure walking toward him.<br /><br /> Marcon awoke with a start, he seemed to be in a cabin, alone. There was a piece of paper nailed to the door, upon retrieving the paper and reading it, his eyes lit up. <br />'Your training begins now, pass the first test, and you shall be the sole recipient of my disciplne, <br /> Oroyoshi.'<br />Marcon was so excited that he hadn't even noticed that the air no longer affected him, he felt empowered and set off to accomplish the first tasks on the sheet of paper. 1000 sit-ups, push-ups, chin-ups, and miles run, all at once.<br /><br /> Over the next five years, Marcon would set out every mourning to accomplish just one of the staggering tasks set before him on the paper, he would never succeed, but he would also never submit, he would get up the next morning and try all over again, until one day he managed to hit 1000 sit-ups, Marcon was ecstatic and began to celebrate, before promptly passing out. Upon waking up, Marcon was surprised to see he was back in the cabin, another note stuck to the door, he retrieved this note as well,<br /> 'Congratulations student, you've managed to do 1 of the tasks I set before you, now you need only preform them all, in one go, without passing out like a small baby. <br /> Oroyoshi.'<br />Marcon's face turned red in embarrassment, as well as in anger. He immediately began his work out regiment again. As well as developing his own form of fighting, that way when Oroyoshi dared to show his face, he would pummel him, as well as be the first to do so.<br /> <br /> 3 more years would go by, and Marcon would finally descend from the mountain, not because he had admitted defeat, oh no, he had actually done all the challenges presented before him, he then awaited Oroyoshi to show himself, for three days he kept a vigil for him. He finally rested at the cabin, that night however his dreams were anything but fantastical. He was floating down, until he hit the bottom of a seemingly infinite spiral. The floor lit up beneath him, reveling he was standing on a mural, it depicted a girl, though he had no idea who it was. <br /> Suddenly a voice with no sound invaded the space of emptiness. It said, <br /> <br /> 'What will be your destiny, little one? Will you guide the light that will spare all life? Or will you allow the darkness to consume all that is reality?' <br />The floor suddenly filled with dark creatures, resembling ants, as well as small, dark knights. Marcon was taken aback by their visage, that's when one of the knights struck, a powerful jump kick attack that flung Marcon into the air, that's when the ants descended upon him, they pulled him back down and smothered him, it felt as if they were trying to sink into the ground with him. Marcon would not allow this, and summoning his strength, flung all of the dark entities from around him. "I don't know what you are..." Marcon said coldly, "But you'll need a LOT more then that to end me!" <br /><br /> Recklessly, Marcon flung himself at his foes, smashing them into the ground effortlessly, though they kept getting back up. "What the heck is this crap!? Stay down!" Marcon barked at the dark entities, to no avail. <br />"That ain't the way tah go about it, kid." An unfamiliar voice broke the darkness, it sounded like an elderly, grizzly man, "Yer gonna hafta focus on the light inside ya, make it erupt from yer fists, if ya wanna do anythin' other then tickle 'em. That 'er give in tah that darkness inside ya, fightin' fire with fire, that ways a lot easier, but I guess when you've been outta the light as long as you have, anythin' would be easier then tryin' tah tackle somethin' as hard as yer inner light..." The voice said, rather condescending<br /> <br /> "Tch, think you know me old man..?" The darkness began to swirl around Marcon, almost as if it were going to be absorbed inside of him, "Think just cause I'm some troubled kid with a hard upbringing, I'll just take the first easy choice thrown at me..?" The darkness was now surrounding his entire body, engulfed up to his face. Then suddenly the darkness ballooned to an enormous size before light erupted from the top, dissipating the darkness and lighting up the dark expanse around it, reveling other murals, with other girls painted on them, "Well I have hope ya old fart! I have dreams! I'm freakin' chalk full of cheer!" Marcon barked loudly as the light around him began to fade, he staggered, the move taking away from him far more then he thought. <br /> "I knew ya could do it kid, take care now." The voice said, fading with each word. Marcon woke up, another note at the door. <br /> 'You've done well, there's nothing I can teach you that you don't already know, use what you've learned well, and carry that light in you, no matter how heavy it might get.<br /> , Oroyoshi'<br />Marcon left the mountain with a new found sense of self. For the first time in his life, he actually felt good to be himself, it must be what the Head Mother called pride, something he was told to avoid at all costs, but it felt right. 'How could it be wrong?' He would think to himself. His new mindset conflicting with his old one.<br /><br /> It was night by the time that Marcon reached the town, he expected the lights to be dimmed in preparation for curfew, however the auto-warning bugle was blowing, the entire town was in a frenzy, running from... darkness.<br /><br /> "There's no way this is happening right now... It can't be." As if to contradict Marcon's disbelief, the tormentor's of the town were indeed the creatures from his dream. His attention then turned toward the orphanage, the Head Mother stood in front of the doors, her hand clutching her ankh as she tried to bay the evil away, though before Marcon's very eyes, she was felled by a greater version of the ant shadow from his dream. Before the Head Mother hit the ground however, something shot out of her and disapatied, along with her entire body. "NO!" Marcon yelled while clenching his fists, he rocketed through the sea of dark entities before arriving in front of the giant ant shadow, "You're finished!" Marcon roared as he unleashed a flurry of blows against the beast, it reacted to the blows, though it wasn't taking any visible damage, then swiped Marcon away with a gesture of it's claw. <br /> <br /> "Damn it! What am I doing wrong!?" Marcon cursed the thing, that's when he remembered that he somehow erupted light from his entire body in his dream, if the same thing applied here, then perhaps if he concentrated, he could cause the light to only erupt from his punches and kicks in controlled bursts.<br />He began his next sequence of strikes against the overgrown shadow, this time focusing on bringing the light out of his fists. The blows were working this time, causing the beast visible pain as it recoiled from his tremendous blows, however the light was very dim compared to what he had accomplished in his dream, he had to really pay attention if he was to even behold the faint glow each hit radiated. He finished with a right haymaker into an uppercut as the beast was felled, hearts flew from it and seemed to seek out something in the distance, perhaps their owners. <br /> <br /> "Humph..." Marcon wiped the sweat from his brow, "One down, one thousand to go..." Marcon began to swat and beat into the ground the smaller shadows that were plaguing his street, each hit taking more and more out of him, he was beginning to feel exhausted, he hadn't felt like this since the first few days of training on the mountain, he wasn't making any progress despite the waves he was besting, that was until a giant shadow burst from Orchaltion<br />, the closest dome city to Marcon's hometown. Sensing that maybe he could end the conflict if he could just somehow take out that monster. He ran to the stables and lifted the locks on all of them, except one, to insure that he had a horse to ride into the city with.<br /> <br /> It took him nearly 12 minutes to get there, but they felt more like hours. He made it to the town square, now as polluted as the place he'd come from, the large shadow was now in view. It was akin to that of a toad, with a large chunk missing from it's chest in the shape of a heart. Every time it opened it's mouth, it would bellow dark smog that would spawn tinier shadows around it, they were gathered around the toad shadow as a short of guard. <br /><br /> "Humph, doesn't take a genius to figure this one out, clearly the big one is the source of all this, the little ones are just fodder, this ends now, YOU HEAR ME, UGLY!?" Marcon shouted before storming into battle, slamming his fist into any of the shadows that got in his way, after a few dozen, Marcon finally reached the toad, he circled around to it's back and began to maliciously tear into it. The toad lept, flinging Macon from it's back, it then spiked Marcon back down to the ground with a kick from it's powerful legs, Marcon hit the ground so hard that bounced, only to be landed on by the toad shadow, it then began to bellow darkness again as if nothing happened. After a few moments the toad began to become uncomfortable and leapt from it's position, revealing that Marcon had been channeling his inner light through tout his body, but it was a futile effort. The toad had accomplished it's goal, the very ground on which the toad sat began to break away, large chunks came from all over as far as Marcon could make out, however the weight of the toad and the strain of channeling the inner light inside of himself throughout his body was too much, Marcon blacked out.<br /><br /> When he awoke, he was in town unfamiliar to him, underneath a table in some sort of outdoor cafè, that's when he beheld, perhaps the oddest thing he's seen, today anyway. Three ducks, one dress in red, one blue, and one green, were scampering across the square, one stopped at a door, one jumped on the others head and produced a key, they walked into the store, the last duck hopped on the other two and flipped the sign from 'closed' to 'open'. <br /> Marcon sighed, "Well, If I'm dead, I have no idea if I went to the good place," he scanned the area trying to find something familiar, "... Or the bad place."