Lord Markus Woodrow

[Lord Woodrow]

Character Name:
Lord Markus Woodrow

Gender:
Male

Race:
Aasimar

Character Age:
Thirty nine

Height:
6'3"

Weight:
One eighty five even.


Character Appearance:
Woodrow is an intimidating man, he is tall and well muscled with a pointed chin and features that give him a look that manages to be refined and yet savage. His thin eyes are brown with the smallest traces of a gold giving them an edge that manages to pierce into you with a single one of his hardened glances. His nose ends at a point and works perfectly with the point of his chin. His lips are thin and rough, chapped. He is often seen licking them to keep them moist. They all fill his face with skin of a pale, pale hue.

Woodrow's hair is a dark brown, a dark sheen seems to cover it and when the right light hits it it appears to be black instead of the brown the silken locks truly are. His hair is clean cut, him having cut it after having to deal with the annoyance of long hair for too long.

It comes as a surprise to some that Woodrow is not in fact royalty as he displays the gems of one and holds himself as one as well. His usual clothing consists of a cream chiffon shirt with a fabric-bunched dickey covered in a sapphire and a ruby gem brooch.

Atop of this he wears a naval jacket that symbolizes his stature in his Brigade. A large collar overtakes his ears in a teal colour and gold thread embroidery lines the jacket that falls past his well formed buttocks. Tassels decorate the buttons and sleeves of the jacket.

On cold days or nights, or when going out at all, he also wears a deep purple cloak that pulls together in the front by use of a sterling silver chain, gold accents and two rubies in the clear shape of a wing on either side of the chain.

His bottoms are black silk, bunched at the heel. Black boots that reach up to the knee do not reveal the end, however, nor does it reveal the white cotton socks hidden inside of them. These pants are held up solidly with a gem encrusted belt with his family's sigma decorating it all along its length.

His hands are covered by cream gloves that only act to accentuate hands that may be considered feminine due to their spidery movements - but when the gloves are removed all one sees are blunt fingertips and rough skin, and thus the gloves belay the truth.


Special Power/Ability:
None.

Personality:
Woodrow is a person who finds himself above everyone, above the current state of law, above anyone anywhere. He believes that he has a heightened sense of justice that no one else can comprehend, and will only respect them if they agree with him completely.

Woodrow believes that almost everything is evil, or at least detestable, and should be stopped - however he was taught to take things one step at a time, and so he (at this point in time) believes (most whole-heartedly) that piracy is evil, should be illegal and punishable by death.

He is an ambitious person, and filled with enough greed to bring him to the top with nothing standing in his way. He is very political, and plays the game well to get what he wants. He knows people, he knows the games they play and is good at manipulation. Woodrow is very persuasive and his connections only make him that much more powerful.

He easily looses control of situations that get too hot, whether its a chase or direct combat he finds it difficult to keep his cool and gets annoyed easily. The same is true for when people below him do something against his wishes that ruin his plans - he is very likely to blow up at them.

Despite all of this, he believes in the world for one thing - love. And he has vowed to himself that when he finds that woman who will receive the honour of being his wife, his love, that he will treat her with as much (or with greater) respect as he (/than he) does himself. Other than true justice, he does search actively for a woman who will share his sense of justice and will know her place, and thus finds himself using manipulative powers to find and woo women. Of course, he will not allow himself to love a woman who has already been plucked - though he will not hesitate to plunder such a woman again.


Sexual Orientation:
Straight


Likes:
Woodrow is fond of, of course, his idealistic world. He can often be seen drawing up drafts for laws and constitutions, creating ideas for even more ways to eliminate evil and create peace. As well as that he quite likes the sounds that rain makes, but he prefers the feeling of sun on his skin rather than the wet of the rain. He likes pets that tend to be loyal - like Azras - and sweet tasting alcoholic beverages.


Dislikes:
Woodrow dislikes a large list of things. Casual sex and one night stands (for women and vagabonds, for himself and other of wealth it is a distasteful habit - though one that may not break easily), disloyalty, people who think they are better than him, pirates, robbers, murderers, aborters, rapists, the list goes on for quite some time. He dislikes windy days and snow as well. He would hardly dream of going to Aissic unless it was completely necessary. He hates sour tastes, especially in drinks, and anyone who disobeys him.


History:
Woodrow was born into nobility, not so far as royalty - but far enough that his family was well known. And far enough that they had more than enough money to supply teachers to teach their son Markus the dos and don'ts of the world. Do? Believe in this peaceful world, this extremist visions. Don't? Let people stand in your way.

His mother died early on in his childhood, when he was three or four. She died during labour of the second child to the Woodrow name - the child did not live either. Woodrow would not remember it if no one mentioned it. He was far too young to remember such things, he didn't remember anything before his schooling started.

As well as high-paid teachers, his father enforced lessons as well. He had to ensure that his son would carry on the family name of dignity. He had to ensure his son would procure a peaceful world for future generations of Woodrows. A world without pirates or without disgusting vagabonds and criminals of all flavours.

These teaching did exactly what Markus' father hoped they would. All the money Markus inherited when his father died at age sixty (heart failure, Markus was twenty) went toward the creation of the means to the end that Markus idealized. The Sumish Sea Peacekeepers Brigade.

It seemed as if Woodrow could do no wrong. The GSPB was an instant success, many people agreed with his principles and many sons were sent to fight for the side of good. The seas were soon being treated for their affliction - pirates. Each pirate ship was being sunk, any survivor of an attack was being hung.

However, it seemed as if whenever Woodrow eliminated one, another popped up. And even as this statistic dwindled, there was still one crew that continuously evaded capture. An amateur crew crowded with freaks and misfits. He only understood why they continued to get away when he captured one of their most valuable members.

Mia Holken did not want to die, and she most certainly did not want to go back to her crew who had left her for dead. He offered her a deal - he wanted the Defiled Grail and she did not...

And now in his chambers, on the table conquered by a detailed map of the oceans, there lay only one miniature ship coloured an evil black colour. The Defiled Grail, and he continues to move his attack closer and closer...


Base Stats:
From the old site.
Strength: 7410
Dexterity: 1240
Wisdom: 100
Luck: 4582
Level: 21
Gold: §1,458,617
EXP: 22,777
Health: 164
Fate Points: 3


Roleplay Example:
Woodrow was of course interested in the (at least) one apparent member of the Grail. At the same time, however, he was very interested in Tehodis. Especially when, as he watched, the man (whom he felt jealous of already; it was like him, but still… He had met her a mere ten minutes ago) pulled her aside and spoke to her. Even more interesting to him (he made to edge slowly away and pretend to greet the important people attending) was the fact that she looked angry. Angry as she spoke, the loose tendrils of her hair falling about her face wonderfully. The lines of her face deepening in a way he had never seen as sexy before. And then she walked out all in a huff – and Woodrow frowned. He moved to follow her, but then his gaze caught sight of ‘Iron Leg’ and his cohort. He looked from the door of a window, to the two again…

“Only make a move if they appear to be acting criminally, or if they intend to escape. Keep me posted...” He spoke quietly into his piece, still staring at the door his prize had made her way through. He hoped she hadn’t been hassled by his men – at the same time that would make it easier to catch up. “He knows my face, so it would only be a mistake to reveal my knowledge of his being here.”

He finished his drink quickly, but not conspicuously downing it as he then watched Tristan Cowell escape through the same door. He hoped that he would offer no harm to Woodrow’s little bitty. “Do not reveal yourself,” He finally ordered, “I need an invisible man and you may become worthless to me if they learn your profile. The men will answer to you tonight.”

He lowered the volume on the magical ear piece and then smoothed out his clothes before finally weaving his way past the dancing couples to the same door-window that Tehodis (and Tristan Cowell) had made their escapes through. He caught sight of the tell-tale wings and gown of Pelagia Xista – and he grimaced. She was such a disgusting brute of a woman. He would have loved to tar her wings and then hang her… But that would have to wait. The day would come where warlords would be persecuted, but for now he had to concentrate on pirates… And tonight he had to concentrate on Tehodis. He couldn’t just go about and lose her before he had gotten to know her more.

He slipped quietly through the last of the tables, pausing briefly to schmooze with some powerful officials whom offered him generous funding. He laughed and proffered a topical joke, shook hands and then – finally – he found himself outside. He closed the door behind him, the clicking telling him it would not blow open and distract the party. He stood to the edge of the balcony and then gazed over the hedge gardens, the beautiful fountains and the lovely flowers. Really a beautiful place – and it had all been put up in a few days. He was certain that when he was in power he would have a place like this to himself. He would hold lovely balls, parties for all occasions. His wife would be on his arm, admiring his every well-said word and his wonderful skill on the dance floor. Tehodis seemed to like dancing, and that would only give him more reasons to hold parties consistently.

He several couples necking, he shook his head and scowled. Young people these days. So eager for sex that they disregarded marriage. The man, he could not blame as he had no control over his actions. But the woman? She was supposed to be stead fast and resilient. She needed to offer a chase which would not be stopped until the ‘I Dos’ sealed the deal. He hoped Tehodis would proffer a chase. He would not mind her to easily submit to offers of proposal, but at the same time he would want a woman tough and as ambitious as he. It would offer a wonderful game of cat and –

There she was. Leaning over the balcony and squinting his eyes he was finally able to make out her form on a bench, her face was not clear – but the dress he so appreciated was. There was a problem with the situation, however. First off, there were three people around that ought not be there. She should be left alone – well, by anyone but him at least. And not only that, but as he raced down the stone steps (with the beautiful beveling on the rail) and moved closer to where the group was located – he recognized two of the ones that weren’t supposed to be around the woman he was sure would end up in his arms for another dance.

Both of the ones he recognized were of Lamini descent, the pale green and teal skin tones were giveaways. One was dressed in gaudy colours like one would expect of a festive tree. A woman, well… a girl. He knew who it was, of course. She bore a resemblance to her parents, parents whom were of money and whom he had spoken with previously. She was a Milerand – he didn’t know her name. Just the family name. It was enough to make him frown, however…

Of course, it did not make him as disdainful as the other Lamini did. This one was a man, relatively short (compared to Woodrow) and wore a pristine suit and his teal eyes glittered in a sort of angry fashion at Woodrow’s new interest. Tristan Cowell. And he had his eyes on Tehodis – that would not do at all.

“Excuse me Miss Milerand,” He said in more of a command than a request as he pushed between Milerand and her scraggly companion. He moved forward towards the woman who had so easily piqued his interest and to the man whom had so easily elicited his anger time and time again. “Lord Cowell, I think I may have to interrupt. I don’t think this woman here is appreciating your company, and I don’t think you would get good publicity if one but me…” He gestured to Milerand and her poor person, “Were to see you and give the information to tabloids. ‘Famous warlord assails woman’… I doubt that would do well in the way of your sponsors. Why don’t you let me bring her back inside, I’ll convince her not to go public about anything that was said between you two.”

His flashed his eyes toward the girl he was certain would now populate his dreams, and they told her to just be quiet for now. Let him handle this. He didn’t know the situation, but he did know that Cowell had a temper. He did know that Cowell was terrible. He did know that if this were a bench he wanted to sit on and she wouldn’t move, he would likely attack; that if she refused anything from him he was likely to attack. It was who the man was, and Woodrow would not stand and allow him to do that to such a wonderful person.

“It’s nearly midnight anyways, so I’m sure whatever the issue is, it doesn’t matter enough to miss the grand countdown. I’m sure you found yourself a lovely young woman with you to share the first kiss of the New Year and I’m certain she is wondering where you’ve scampered off to.” Because little boys scamper, and he always acts like a little boy throwing a temper-tantrum when something doesn’t go his way. But scampering will never help you get away. Not when you’ve sins that need paying for. Woodrow kept his distaste from his features. He merely showed patience although it was nothing like what he was feeling. He merely showed his tolerance for Cowell and his kind. He would not reveal anything until it was time for the Warlords to be punished for their innumerable crimes.

Country of Origin: Submiere

Country of Residence: Submiere

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