Post by Marc Dahlmaine on Aug 3, 2015 0:02:26 GMT -5
Real Name: Marc Liam Dahlmaine
Alias: N/A
Age: Mid-Thirties
Gender: Male
Occupation: Heir and owner of his family’s French Vinyard and vinter.
Current Status:Traveling, exploring Gotham, and it's finest.
Hero, Villain, Civilian: Civillian with curious proclivities.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral with outbursts of Chaotic Evil
Costumed Identity Known By Their Enemies? N/A But his college activities are known by a handful of people in the world
Costumed Identity Known By The General Public? N/A
Real Identity Known By Their Enemies? N/A But his college activities are known by one in Gotham.
Real Identity Known By The General Public? Yes, his name is quite well known and associated with his family’s winery in Europe
Abilities/Skills:
Attractive: Marc is a rather good looking man who keeps himself well groomed, clad in top notch fashion, and in near-peak condition.
Womanizer: He loves the company of women. At times is unable to choose just one to enjoy and spend time with.
Multi-lingual: Due to his upbringing, is able to speak French, Italian, Spanish, English and Welsh, with conversational aptitude in a handful of others.
Athletic: Daily dedicating time to his health, there is no excess of fat on his body, as he has been a practiced swimmer, Parkour aficionado, rock-climber, and martial artist who has dabbled in acrobatics in his younger years
Monied: His family is wealthy, and after expanding his family’s vineyard, he is an entrepreneurial vinter.
Parlour tricks: As a child, he indulged in sleight of hand and other parlour tricks and feats of illusion
Easy to talk to/Smooth talker: Gifted with speech, he is a rather interesting man to speak with
Focus, determination: As stated, he tends to get a tunnel-vision line of sight on that which he wishes to acquire.
Passionate: He is a lover, and a fighter, pouring his energies into whatever he is doing 110%.
Adrenaline Junkie: seeking out the new and novel to get a thrill.
Weaknesses:
Marc is a possessive, jealous man. If he sees something he wants, he will get it, no matter the prior owner. He wants what he wants when he wants it. He is also prone to fits of anger, provoked highly by his possessiveness.
Disrespect is another huge trigger for him. Women, especially gorgeous ones who give him a chase.
Narcissistic: Vain, and self-absorbed at times. Side effect of being raised with money. Self-centered, mildly egotistical.
Jaded: (in love) he seems to not be able to find that elusive ‘perfect woman’ He believes he’s just not trying enough, or is flawed in some way. Can be dismissive at times.
Aggressive: he is a dominant male.
Photography: Loves taking photos. Is rarely without his camera
Gambling: has a soft spot for it. If he can bet on it, and win, he will try to.
Appearance:
Marc Dahlmaine is a rather striking man in his mid-thirties. Dirty blonde hair with hints of red, trending toward brown is usually middling length, enough to run his fingers through. He is known to have facial hair, as well as going cleanshaven on a whim. He is 6’3”, and toned, due to his rather extensive workout regimen, and his extreme sports hobby. Blue eyes are usually jovial. He speaks several languages, but French is his first and primary love, English spoken with an accent.
Personality:
Marc Dahlmaine is man with fine tastes that extend into food, drink, company, and leisure time. He has a discerning taste for all of the above, and works hard, as well as playing hard. He is a focused individual that tends to indulge himself first, and anyone else that is worthy of his time and efforts, second.
Often brash, he is quite egocentric in a monied, affluent manner. There is nothing that is out of reach for him, and if there is a limit, he’s often more than willing to pursue, persuade, or break that limit. A man with good humor, he often likes to attend art, wine, or other luxury hobbies.
He tends to be an adrenaline junkie, and when irritated, can show a darker, violent side at times. That in which he owns is his, and he is quite fond of showing off such things he deems his own. Unlucky in love, he tends to find his high standards not too often met, but does like the company of the ‘fairer sex’. When he is gentle, it’s usually with certain trusted people, and not in the midst of many, because such actions could diminish his demeanor of power.
Background:
Marc is a well groomed, poised, and monied man. Growing up as the eldest of two children with his younger sister Emelie, in the countryside of France, he was schooled at the best of everything. He was taught to speak several languages, learned several athletic disciplines, and was beloved by his parents, Amie and Benoit. His father was a dedicated, hardworking man, and sought to instill high standards and a proper work ethic in both of his children, especially his son. Raising the bar and grooming him to dedicate not only the time, but the effort into his goals, Benoit had specific procedures and etiquette he groomed his children in. His mother, on the other hand, taught him to enjoy the arts, to speak different languages, and the finer aspects of how to respect, and treat not only a woman, but a lady. In their home 'if Momma's happy, everyone is happy' was a truth.
Enjoying his formative years, he chose to attend university in the cities, where he honed his skills already acquired, and focusing his studies on art, and business, as he was looking forward to taking a part in his family’s vineyard. While attending University he developed his dedication to exercise, and honed his physical activities. While hanging with his contemporaries, he indulged in card playing, going to the Disco, and the nightlife, later on taking his sister under his wing as well, as to keep an eye on the blooming beauty.
During University, he met a fellow student, who was a friend of his sister's, courted her, and was successfully was engaged, and married for a short time, before becoming separated. After graduating, he retained his close group of friends and expanded his family’s business to include the making and bottling of wine, which allowed him to increase his own worth, and spread his wings. Post his separaton, there was a brief 'dark period' where he had almost lost a majority of his stake in the family business due to over-gambling.
Soon he had a home in the countryside, as well as a flat in the city. His branch of the family vineyard, and vinting had allowed him to travel, and indulge in courting several women, to which none had ever fully met his expectations. After several years, he sought a new city, and set his sites on Gotham, of the United States, for it’s bustling mix of ingenuity and status.
Current Associates: Close friends from college, business associates.
Current Enemies: N/A as of now
Other Relationships:
Amie and Benoit Dahlmaine; parents
Emelie Dahlmaine, younger sister
Sia, His ex-wife.
RP Sample:
As uncouth were his methods, as his eyes regaled the feminine form, he was a studious man. Most assumed much from the suave Frenchman, each and every time he was given a number, or when he toasted a drink. But his friend knew his ways. His heartbreaks. His joys. His business. To Luthor's sleek lines, his own were erratic. To the calm and collected Metropolitan man, he was a foreign vagabond.
So while he collected napkins with numbers as trinkets, his friend was bemused. "To success, Luthor. A man of your sort fails to never garner such a luxury. Share some of that with me, would you!" He added, glasses clinking, words mulled upon.
"Have you loved, Luthor? Have you ever lost yourself in the laughter of a woman that brings you so much joy, that you cannot live without her touch? That you become wholly possessed by even a mere whisper of her name? Of a woman in some ways so wicked, it's painfully glorious to hold her in your arms? Now you tell me if it is better to have tasted of that, and lost it, than to have never had it at all." His mood darkened at his friend's words momentarily, thinking to the past. As much as he tried not to, the past is where he dwelled time to time.
But Luthor changed topics, and Marc changed positions, skilled in more things that vineyards and dressing well. Hunched over the table he contemplated his glass. It would need a refill. "A gala. To what endeavor? And white, Gran Cru, sweet, dry, red? I can supply you with what you need, send me the menu, the caterer. There are some good places here in this Gothic city." Thumb brushes against his lower lip as he contemplates an event as such.
"Ever an eye for expansion. Wise move. Another interesting woman? I have met many. And a blonde. Vivid. Helpful. Full of love." He was talking of Ms. Vale, and not his Sia. "Is this woman you are working with a lesbian? Why would she run her own company. No man at home?" He scoffed as his brow rose. "I wish you luck. I am seeking my own expansion here, but my face attached to a glass of wine is not the way. You need to experience the food. The wine. The atmosphere to figure out if it is the proper place to eat. To peddle my Bacchanalian goods. You are aware." He waved the statement off and finished his liquor. The bottle tipped to fill it once more.
"Mention my name, as donator. That is all I will require. And I will help." Lex rambled about a reporter, and his interest was picued. "Falaccio's. Over on Broadway and 32nd? Quite a fine establishment. And for a reporter. You old dog. I don't need to even ask why she caught your attention. You've bestowed less on women for pleasing your tastes!" He chuckled, contemplating the amber liquid in his glass. "I heard their amuse bouche is delectable. Small plates to die for. An oral expedition in cuisine. You have invested wisely." Rubbing at his jaw again there is debate of an elemental style.
"It is because I am European. While I majored in Business, the Louvre was my playground, Italy my backyard. If your woman seems to lack in ingenuity, I will take a glance. But for you to pair with her, she must have a certain joy in life, no?" Those eyes tracked a redhead across the room. She was balanced atop at least four inch heels. Drunk. But she moved with a predatory ease. "You see her? She is alive." He hissed, eyes meeting his friend's.
Alias: N/A
Age: Mid-Thirties
Gender: Male
Occupation: Heir and owner of his family’s French Vinyard and vinter.
Current Status:Traveling, exploring Gotham, and it's finest.
Hero, Villain, Civilian: Civillian with curious proclivities.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral with outbursts of Chaotic Evil
Costumed Identity Known By Their Enemies? N/A But his college activities are known by a handful of people in the world
Costumed Identity Known By The General Public? N/A
Real Identity Known By Their Enemies? N/A But his college activities are known by one in Gotham.
Real Identity Known By The General Public? Yes, his name is quite well known and associated with his family’s winery in Europe
Abilities/Skills:
Attractive: Marc is a rather good looking man who keeps himself well groomed, clad in top notch fashion, and in near-peak condition.
Womanizer: He loves the company of women. At times is unable to choose just one to enjoy and spend time with.
Multi-lingual: Due to his upbringing, is able to speak French, Italian, Spanish, English and Welsh, with conversational aptitude in a handful of others.
Athletic: Daily dedicating time to his health, there is no excess of fat on his body, as he has been a practiced swimmer, Parkour aficionado, rock-climber, and martial artist who has dabbled in acrobatics in his younger years
Monied: His family is wealthy, and after expanding his family’s vineyard, he is an entrepreneurial vinter.
Parlour tricks: As a child, he indulged in sleight of hand and other parlour tricks and feats of illusion
Easy to talk to/Smooth talker: Gifted with speech, he is a rather interesting man to speak with
Focus, determination: As stated, he tends to get a tunnel-vision line of sight on that which he wishes to acquire.
Passionate: He is a lover, and a fighter, pouring his energies into whatever he is doing 110%.
Adrenaline Junkie: seeking out the new and novel to get a thrill.
Weaknesses:
Marc is a possessive, jealous man. If he sees something he wants, he will get it, no matter the prior owner. He wants what he wants when he wants it. He is also prone to fits of anger, provoked highly by his possessiveness.
Disrespect is another huge trigger for him. Women, especially gorgeous ones who give him a chase.
Narcissistic: Vain, and self-absorbed at times. Side effect of being raised with money. Self-centered, mildly egotistical.
Jaded: (in love) he seems to not be able to find that elusive ‘perfect woman’ He believes he’s just not trying enough, or is flawed in some way. Can be dismissive at times.
Aggressive: he is a dominant male.
Photography: Loves taking photos. Is rarely without his camera
Gambling: has a soft spot for it. If he can bet on it, and win, he will try to.
Appearance:
Marc Dahlmaine is a rather striking man in his mid-thirties. Dirty blonde hair with hints of red, trending toward brown is usually middling length, enough to run his fingers through. He is known to have facial hair, as well as going cleanshaven on a whim. He is 6’3”, and toned, due to his rather extensive workout regimen, and his extreme sports hobby. Blue eyes are usually jovial. He speaks several languages, but French is his first and primary love, English spoken with an accent.
Personality:
Marc Dahlmaine is man with fine tastes that extend into food, drink, company, and leisure time. He has a discerning taste for all of the above, and works hard, as well as playing hard. He is a focused individual that tends to indulge himself first, and anyone else that is worthy of his time and efforts, second.
Often brash, he is quite egocentric in a monied, affluent manner. There is nothing that is out of reach for him, and if there is a limit, he’s often more than willing to pursue, persuade, or break that limit. A man with good humor, he often likes to attend art, wine, or other luxury hobbies.
He tends to be an adrenaline junkie, and when irritated, can show a darker, violent side at times. That in which he owns is his, and he is quite fond of showing off such things he deems his own. Unlucky in love, he tends to find his high standards not too often met, but does like the company of the ‘fairer sex’. When he is gentle, it’s usually with certain trusted people, and not in the midst of many, because such actions could diminish his demeanor of power.
Background:
Marc is a well groomed, poised, and monied man. Growing up as the eldest of two children with his younger sister Emelie, in the countryside of France, he was schooled at the best of everything. He was taught to speak several languages, learned several athletic disciplines, and was beloved by his parents, Amie and Benoit. His father was a dedicated, hardworking man, and sought to instill high standards and a proper work ethic in both of his children, especially his son. Raising the bar and grooming him to dedicate not only the time, but the effort into his goals, Benoit had specific procedures and etiquette he groomed his children in. His mother, on the other hand, taught him to enjoy the arts, to speak different languages, and the finer aspects of how to respect, and treat not only a woman, but a lady. In their home 'if Momma's happy, everyone is happy' was a truth.
Enjoying his formative years, he chose to attend university in the cities, where he honed his skills already acquired, and focusing his studies on art, and business, as he was looking forward to taking a part in his family’s vineyard. While attending University he developed his dedication to exercise, and honed his physical activities. While hanging with his contemporaries, he indulged in card playing, going to the Disco, and the nightlife, later on taking his sister under his wing as well, as to keep an eye on the blooming beauty.
During University, he met a fellow student, who was a friend of his sister's, courted her, and was successfully was engaged, and married for a short time, before becoming separated. After graduating, he retained his close group of friends and expanded his family’s business to include the making and bottling of wine, which allowed him to increase his own worth, and spread his wings. Post his separaton, there was a brief 'dark period' where he had almost lost a majority of his stake in the family business due to over-gambling.
Soon he had a home in the countryside, as well as a flat in the city. His branch of the family vineyard, and vinting had allowed him to travel, and indulge in courting several women, to which none had ever fully met his expectations. After several years, he sought a new city, and set his sites on Gotham, of the United States, for it’s bustling mix of ingenuity and status.
Current Associates: Close friends from college, business associates.
Current Enemies: N/A as of now
Other Relationships:
Amie and Benoit Dahlmaine; parents
Emelie Dahlmaine, younger sister
Sia, His ex-wife.
RP Sample:
As uncouth were his methods, as his eyes regaled the feminine form, he was a studious man. Most assumed much from the suave Frenchman, each and every time he was given a number, or when he toasted a drink. But his friend knew his ways. His heartbreaks. His joys. His business. To Luthor's sleek lines, his own were erratic. To the calm and collected Metropolitan man, he was a foreign vagabond.
So while he collected napkins with numbers as trinkets, his friend was bemused. "To success, Luthor. A man of your sort fails to never garner such a luxury. Share some of that with me, would you!" He added, glasses clinking, words mulled upon.
"Have you loved, Luthor? Have you ever lost yourself in the laughter of a woman that brings you so much joy, that you cannot live without her touch? That you become wholly possessed by even a mere whisper of her name? Of a woman in some ways so wicked, it's painfully glorious to hold her in your arms? Now you tell me if it is better to have tasted of that, and lost it, than to have never had it at all." His mood darkened at his friend's words momentarily, thinking to the past. As much as he tried not to, the past is where he dwelled time to time.
But Luthor changed topics, and Marc changed positions, skilled in more things that vineyards and dressing well. Hunched over the table he contemplated his glass. It would need a refill. "A gala. To what endeavor? And white, Gran Cru, sweet, dry, red? I can supply you with what you need, send me the menu, the caterer. There are some good places here in this Gothic city." Thumb brushes against his lower lip as he contemplates an event as such.
"Ever an eye for expansion. Wise move. Another interesting woman? I have met many. And a blonde. Vivid. Helpful. Full of love." He was talking of Ms. Vale, and not his Sia. "Is this woman you are working with a lesbian? Why would she run her own company. No man at home?" He scoffed as his brow rose. "I wish you luck. I am seeking my own expansion here, but my face attached to a glass of wine is not the way. You need to experience the food. The wine. The atmosphere to figure out if it is the proper place to eat. To peddle my Bacchanalian goods. You are aware." He waved the statement off and finished his liquor. The bottle tipped to fill it once more.
"Mention my name, as donator. That is all I will require. And I will help." Lex rambled about a reporter, and his interest was picued. "Falaccio's. Over on Broadway and 32nd? Quite a fine establishment. And for a reporter. You old dog. I don't need to even ask why she caught your attention. You've bestowed less on women for pleasing your tastes!" He chuckled, contemplating the amber liquid in his glass. "I heard their amuse bouche is delectable. Small plates to die for. An oral expedition in cuisine. You have invested wisely." Rubbing at his jaw again there is debate of an elemental style.
"It is because I am European. While I majored in Business, the Louvre was my playground, Italy my backyard. If your woman seems to lack in ingenuity, I will take a glance. But for you to pair with her, she must have a certain joy in life, no?" Those eyes tracked a redhead across the room. She was balanced atop at least four inch heels. Drunk. But she moved with a predatory ease. "You see her? She is alive." He hissed, eyes meeting his friend's.
