MARQUIS, zane tobias

[zane tobias marquis]

ZANETOBIASMARQUIS

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"you'll never get it. i'm more than a bag of bones and flesh."[/color][/size][/center]

[/color] : Zane Tobias Marquis.
nicknames : Marny, Mar.
age : sixteen.
birthday : february fourteenth, nineteen ninety-four
orientation : homosexual.
group : level 2
illness : obsessive compulsive disorder; symmetry obsession
canon or original? : original.[/font][/size][/ul][/ul]

[/color] : five feet, eight inches
weight : one hundred thirty pounds
body : has some muscles, but not enough to be noticeable. has a very slender build.
eyes : almond shaped brown eyes. some visible bags are noticeable underneath his eyes, very expressive as well.
hair : dark brown, almost black colored hair that reaches just to the center of his neck. very fluffy and razored to the point he hardly brushes it. very simple to style and fluff to perfection.
distinguishing features : the speckling of freckles across his face, some scars on his wrists and arms done by himself in his violent fits he has.
fashion sense : sophisticated skater.
play-by : alessandro de marco[/size][/font][/ul][/ul]

[/color] :

• photography
  
• symmetry
  
• order
  
• numbers
  
• memorizing things
  
• apple juice
  
• music
  
• boys
  
• eyeliner
  
• the piano
  
• stuffed penguins
  
• tigers
  
• singing when no one is around
  
• taking cold showers
  
• staying up late
  
• watching the stars
  
• counting things in his head
  
• cuddling
  
• holding hands
  
• the ocean

dislikes :

• not being able to practice his photography
  
• uneven things
  
• his bed being unmade
  
• messes
  
• not being able to memorize things
  
• quiet places
  
• smoke
  
• closed minded people
  
• homophobic people
  
• girls who talk too much
  
• people who use others for their own gain
  
• liars
  
• being heard singing
  
• warm or hot showers
  
• hot weather
  
• daylight hours
  
• not being able to count things in his head
  
• marina
  
• his parents
  
• deserts

strengths :

• can easily memorize numbers, places, et cetera.
  
• easily makes friends
  
• his ability to memorize things
  
• very compassionate
  
• a very good listener

weaknesses :

• cheesy pick up lines
  
• when someone hugs him from behind
  
• kisses on his forehead
  
• cold hands holding his
  
• vanilla ice cream
  

habits :

• counts things out loud sometimes
  
• bites his lip when nervous
  
• taps his fingers on any kind of surface when bored
  
• when he believes no one is looking, he makes faces at nothing in particular
  
• licks his lips a lot
  
• when extremely nervous, he recites random facts
  
• is ambidextrous and uses both hands to write with often

fears :

• being abandoned
  
• having his control over his order and symmetry habits taken away
  
• blood
  
• needles of any shape, size, or form
  
• snakes
  
• clowns
  
• getting horribly maimed in a freak accident

secrets :

• he despises his parents, but they don't know
  
• wishes he was dead sometimes
  
• almost got away with killing his little sister
  
• he hasn't told his parents he's gay

personality : Zane is an extremely... quirky kid if you don't know him all that well. He has OCD, but it's not the normal kind you'd think when hearing that. He has an obsession with keeping things symmetrical and in order. Anything that isn't just so, will result in a screaming fit from him. Zane will act like a petulant child if anything thing of his is pushed a hair out of place. Sometimes, he can get extremely violent if someone purposely moves his items from their order and symmetrical place.

This OCD is the reason why he dresses properly, with a hint of what he calls the 'skater' look. He is a very loud child, speaking his mind left and right whenever he feels there is a need for his opinion. He hates the fact that he is extremely caring and will help anybody who asks. He doesn't even think about the consequences, he just helps. Because of this, Zane has learned to become a very good listener and trustworthy person.

He can be selfish and a jerk sometimes, but that's either because he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or someone fucked with his stuff. He has harmed himself because of his OCD and can be very dangerous to others. He doesn't care what others think and he will blatantly do whatever he wants. He doesn't listen to anyone of an authority status, which gets him into trouble quite often.

Zane can sometimes seem detached from the world, almost very catatonic or another similar state. He can't help it, his mind wanders too fast for him to keep up with, especially since he spends his free time memorizing items and tidbits of random facts in his head. He is also extremely bitter about anything that has to do with his parents, or parental figures in general. Also, even though he can seem a bit spacey and absentminded, he is constantly observing others. Nobody ever notices, because he seems like someone who doesn't have all their marbles lined up in a row. (haha, oh the irony.) [/font][/size][/ul][/ul]

[/color] : helena marquis, 31, hospital secretary
father : jacques marquis, 45, surgeon
siblings : marina marquis, 11, middle school student.
other : n/a.
birthplace : talent, oregon
significant other : n/a.
pets : a ragdoll kitten named valium.
overall : When Zane was born, his mom was surprised she was even pregnant. Helena and her husband, Jacques came from France to escape Helena's overbearing parents. They were just starting out and had no means to take care of a child. Helena tried her best however, and they just barely managed to scrape by. Zane's childhood didn't get to see much of Helena or Jacques due to their hectic schedules. Even though he didn't see much of his parents, Zane could always find something to do. Eventually his parents got a foothold in the small town of Talent, Oregon and were able to stay home. That was when Zane started to order things just so and make them symmetrical at the age of five. His parents, feared he had some sort of terrible illness that caused his mental stability to be messed up. They took him to multiple doctors and was poked and prodded until the doctors said it was just a phase.

His parents took heed and returned home. Then when Zane turned ten, his little sister Marina was born. He obviously wasn't happy about it, because he would constantly complain and try to hide from his parents in rebellion. Then everything started to go downhill even further. As Marina got older, Zane got even more bitter about the whole 'younger sibling' thing. His OCD was still undiagnosed, which caused his compulsive cleaning and habits in making sure everything was just so was still in full swing. As Zane continued to grow up, he would constantly study small random facts from wherever he could find them and stumbled upon a small fact about a poisonous plant. He planned to initiate his plan while his parents were away. Zane was babysitting Marina, who was six at the time, when he showed her the 'pretty flowers' in his mother's garden. Marina, who would stick anything that looked pretty into her mouth, ingested a large quantity of flowers and went on her merry way.

Later on, Marina got ill, which went unnoticed for a few hours. As Helena and Jacques returned, they noticed their baby girl's symptoms and saw the bits of flowers on her shirt and freaked out. They rushed her to the emergency room, to which it was almost too late. Zane was obviously distraught, not because his little sister almost died, but because his plan to be an only child again backfired. A few years later, when he turned fifteen, Zane's obvious OCD very nearly killed him. His little sister, who was ten, messed his room completely up. This led to a screaming fit at her and he locked himself in his room, screaming and trying in vain to fix the mess and unsymmetrical mess Marina made.

Marina freaked and called their parents, who rushed down from work to a locked room door, Zane screaming bloody murder, and a freaked out Marina. When they finally got the door knocked open, they spotted their little boy on his bed, bleeding from multiple wounds to his wrists and arms. He was screaming obscenities and his parents finally realized their baby had a problem. They dragged him to the hospital, kicking, bleeding, and screaming. The doctors there diagnosed him with the OCD, to which Zane denied. He didn't have a "problem" at all. He just wanted to be an only child again. Zane got his chance to become an only child, when his parents found out about Brakken-Lane Sanatorium. They immediately packed their problem child up and flew straight to the asylum. [/font][/size][/ul][/ul]

[/color] : cam.
age : fifteen.
experience : six/seven years.
other characters : none.
contacts : yahoo, pm, cbox.
anything else? : uh. i have a compulsive habit of never using the 'shift' and/or the 'caps' lock.
sample : [/size][/font][/ul][/ul]

The strap of the duffel bag Loki carried rubbed at his shoulders irritatingly as he made his way across the grassy campus grounds. He hoped he was heading in the right direction. He didn't want to bother anyone with his problems, but help would probably be appreciated. Sighing, Loki hefted the semi-large duffel bag higher on his shoulders as he entered into a building.

Squinting at the harsh and odd lighting, Loki made his way down the corridor. Glancing back and forth occasionally, he passed a door. It seemed to be opened up a crack. Maybe it was his? Pausing to curiously peer inside, he spied a couple heatedly making out. Er, maybe this was the wrong area... he didn't know there was a place made for couples to suck each others' faces off make out. Wait, those were what the dorms could be used for. Dumbass.

Side-stepping the couple making out dorm, Loki shook his head. Making sure he didn't have anymore odd surprises, he paused in front of a door marked with a shiny 14. Was this his room? He wasn't sure. Dropping his duffel bag clumsily on the ground, he dug through his pockets. Eh? Where was the key?! Did he leave it in the office when he checked in? Glancing around, Loki sighed at his luck and brushed the mess of hair that fell into his eyes away. Perhaps he shoved it into his duffel bag. Nodding his head absentmindedly, Loki decided that yes, he was a dork and tossed it into his bag.

But... there was the problem of his dorm. What if he was the first one and there wasn't anyone in there? He'd be locked out until he found his key. Fuck. Groaning quietly, Loki ventured to knock on the door and try the knob. To his surprise, it wasn't locked. Hm. Maybe his dorm mate was already inside? Picking up his way-too-heavy duffel bag, Loki pushed the door open wider. The room seemed spacious enough. Three beds, twin sized and... there was already someone occupying one of them. And he was smoking. He was... smoking. Loki could feel his eye twitching at the icky substance that clung and made people reek the other male was inhaling.

"You sh-shouldn't smoke. It reeks. S-S-So um... could you maybe put that out?" Loki wasn't the one to be rude, but he really despised smoking. Flat-out, he wouldn't ever do it. And other people should take the hint when people are getting lung cancer and dying all over the place. But nooo. They had to keep smoking and killing theirs and other people's lungs. Shifting from leg to leg, Loki nervously toyed with his shirt hem as he awaited the boy's response. Which would probably consist of Loki's face meeting toilet bowl. Or something equally disgusting and or terrible. Just his luck.

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