Mars Shelleystein

I'm open to RP, say hello if my tag is up!If you poked/whispered me in game and I didn't respond, it's most likely I missed it in chat and am not ignoring you! Promise, I LOVE social interactions.My writing style tends to be 2 sentences to a paragraph depending on the situation.Mars is solely devoted to Bell, so ERP or romance is NOT an option. However threeways may be considered but usually it's Bell who initiates those.I hesitate to approach people outside of my natural habitat [rp workplace] so saying hello to me first def helps me get comfortable if you're interested in Mars!Not open to long term relationships RP IC or OOCBeing that I'm 21+ years of age, I'd prefer to only RP with people 18-21+ years of ageWill not do RP that could involve in permanent consequences for Mars.Always appreciated to respect Mars' pronouns, thank you! [they/he]

The Black Mamba of Ala Mhigo

-TRIGGER WARNINGS: Murder, implied attempted abuse, child endangerment, war/violence-Mars was only a child when the Garleans invaded Ala Mhigo, just after the Mad King had been removed from his reign.Their merchant parents refused to give up their fine estate for a high ranking imperial and were murdered in front of his eyes. The commander thought to pacify Mars but it only fueled a fire deep in his chest. A flame lit for revenge.Thrown to fend for himself on the streets, he allied with fellow orphans also recently left homeless and became a notable gang. Called Vipera for their penchant of striking swiftly then slinking away into one of the many alley mazes of Ala Mhigo. They would target the especially cruel Garleans that abused fellow Ala Mhigans.

One day, at the age of fifteen years old, Mars' gang got captured by a traitor in the ranks. All of his buddies were carted to who knows where and he never saw them again.Mars was hauled to front of an imperial commander, the very same that killed his parents. There was a hunger in his gaze. Mars shot a defiant look back.Tied up and led to the outskirts of the city, the young teenager had suspicions for what fate lay ahead of him. Though whatever nefarious deeds his tormentor may have attempted, it never came to fruition.When Mars opened his eyes, he saw the vile Garlean slumped to the ground dead. And a sleek snake, the color of pitch black night with the gleam of the stars. It had bitten him in the artery, causing instant death.
Then suddenly it spoke.

Since that fateful encounter, Mars has caused new terror amongst the ranks of occupied Ala Mhigo - going by name of 'Black Mamba' for their devastating guerilla tactics, done in the dark of the night.Since recruited by Ala Mhigans underground resistance, Mars has made a name for himself, as a skilled assassin. He was most displeased when he was asked to leave the city and look for further assistance afield, knowing none of the Eorzeans had ever come to help. But he understand he was the best person for the job and so soon left with little complaint.He would take various odd jobs to pay his way, also earning repute as a mercenary who always got his job done. And bit of a fighter for taking his frustrations out on others who angered him.Until he met Bell. After the calamity, he found them in need of assistance and offered it. And since then they were inseparable. Mars would die and kill if it ensured the happiness of their love, Bell wishes he really wouldn't be so drastic though.Now that Ala Mhigans has returned to its true citizens, Mars itches to return to his old home and see whatever became of their home fellows. Perhaps even get their former mansion back, where it all began...

"But what of the snake?" You cry out and ask.True, I skipped over that part didn't I? All you need to know is that, a shadow follows him and seems to waver when there is no light to flicker. Even where there should be no shadows at all.That Mars' fierce golden eyes seem to glow and he sees more than he lets on.That he keeps a number of highly venomous snakes in large tanks, properly made for them with enrichment and like. And he has never been bitten by any of them once. Neither his partner. Such is the bond Mars holds with serpents.And perhaps it's better that secrets are kept secrets.