Peterson_MarDoctii

The biological brother of Grace_MarDocti...





”Even gods bleed if cut the right way.”

Full Given Name: Peterson Preston MarDoctii II
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Chaos Blood
Species: Human...?
Preferred Weapon: sword, especially a rapier
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 144 lbs
Eye Color: dark crimson
Hair Color: dark brown
Hair Texture: rough and coarse, like his soul...
Style of Dress: wears a dark crimson suit at all times.
Alignment: Evil. Fluctuates between Chaotic, Neutral, and Lawful.


Relationships:

Sister: Grace_MarDocti
Lover(?): Angela_Drake
Son: Alphonse_Drake

Born into a high-class aristocratic family, Peterson MarDoctii is the heir to a considerable fortune. Because of this, as well as the way he was raised, he is selfish, conceited, and ruthless.
Peterson has grown to despise the chaos running through the blood in his veins, so he has made it his mission to destroy all Chaos Bloods permanently, with himself as his final victim. The plan is nothing short of genocide, and... rather slow going. He cannot even begin to accomplish this goal until he acquires a weapon that can permanently harm Chaos Bloods.
Peterson has only a small amount of Liquid Chaos in his blood, so it is next to impossible for him to find any Chaoite, the only material that can permanently harm a Chaos Blood.

Just because he has nothing to permanently harm a Chaos Blood, however, does not mean he is not a threat. Peterson is a dangerous, powerful assassin, capable of killing gods when at the peak of his power... But... if he is slain at the peak of power, he takes a long time to revive... At his weakest, he takes approximately 30 minutes... but at his strongest? It can take days, even weeks for him to revive... And once he does, he is powerless for a time, until he slowly begins to regain his strength... During that time, he is quite fragile, easily breaking bones...
...While his hatred of chaos was often enough to keep him on his task in the past... Recent events have caused a shift in his perspective... Unfortunately, he has already earned the Mark of Oblivion, a pentacle with a scarred eye burnt into the back of his neck. This mark forces him to continue his task... and if he tries to resist... the mark burns him, and takes control of his body... and he kills... relentlessly...

This is a man that was never meant to have friends. He finds the very idea childish and trivial... Or so he claims. In actuality, he does not want friends

This man, by default, deserves to be punished... at least, in his viewpoint...


(Profile in progress...)