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ubermarcus (I am the black pirates)

Member #160199 created: 2005-09-29 02:51:51Simple URL: http://www.elftown.com/ubermarcus   
Email: ubermarcus@hotmail.com

Name: Wes

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Description:
My name is Wes and this place confuses me.
But here we go, an attempt at making this interesting in some way.



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This is me.


I was the keyboard guy in Black Thorn, whose wiki can be found njah: http://www.elftown.com/wiki.html?n=1160954570&name=Black%20Thorn
But we broke up, so now I just play video games all day instead.


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More drawings!

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Maybe some 3D stuff to go with that?


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I bet by now you're all wondering who the hell this crazy weirdo is who made this page. Well here's a section dedicated to my favourite subject: ME!
Find out who I am, where I came from and where I'm going, along with all the gorey details in between.
 

I was born on a dark and stormy night in a stable somewhere in England. The wind was blowing, trees were swaying and the mournful howl of a wolf could be heard in the distant hills. The land was ruled by an evil and tyrannical King who was taxing the common folk and making life miserable for all the land's inhabitants. That was until the Fourteenth day of the Fourth month of the One Thousand Nine Hundred and Eighty Fourth year. As the clock struck midnight a deathly silence fell over the land. Some say they awoke from their sleep by terrible nightmares, cows produced sour milk and crops died. Wise men far away knew that they were entering a new era and that somewhere "he" had been born.

The first twelve years of my life were full of hardship and woe, working the farm with my seventeen brothers and sisters while helping my father at his Smith in town. All that changed when one fateful day a carriage pulled up outside our cottage. A tall man dressed all in black came calling for me, claiming that these were not my real parents and that I had been separated at birth from my real mother.
After bidding my family farewell I rode into the night bound for my new home in Castle Alucard deep within the Carpathian Mountains.
Upon my arrival I learned that my Father was a jackal, and my mother a French prostitute who obviously had a thing for jackals.

It wasn't until the eve of my twenty first birthday that I was to realize my destiny. My destiny to lead the people in a revolt against the false king and bring peace and well-being to everyone.



If you would like to know more, please read my Autobiography: "Marcus - The Life, The Legend, The Lipstick", available now from all good and possibly mediocre bookstores.


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Various people I know, and thus you should like, would include the following:

[Treelo] - Smelliest. Feet. Ever.
[schmoo] - He is only alive because he built us a jamming room.
[-elv-] - Is level 60. Fear him!
[The Magus] - The grimness knows no bounds!
[woundedsoul] - Mixes drinks like a pro, and I salute him for it.
[little miss mystic] Dear Countess Ally, the lady who wears purple like no other.
[Magron] - Troo Lady Magron, whose singing and piano playing would put most people to shame.
[brokenbutterfly] - Sweet Lady Bel, whose grimness and hatred of preppy things knows no bounds!
[+eyes of a scared little girl+] - Fair Lady Saxony, whose love for Kid Kid could reduce a grown man to tears.
[failingexistence] - Brootal Lord Jason, whose growling could make dogs wet themselves.
[999999#####] - Widdly Master Tim, who will guitar it up like nobody's business.
[gav-vern] - Beardly Baron Gav, who rocks out with his cock out apparently.
[imbacon88] - Huggable Maid Charlotte, whose knowledge of cartoons is the envy of chickens and sheep alike.
[Foetus] - Bouncy Mistress Ani, who is likely to stab out your eyes while you sleep.


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And no profile is complete without some lyrics, so here goes.


LOVE WITHOUT A WORLD

Let's go outside, let's go and play
Let's forget we're going to die today
Let's go run and let's have some fun
Let's go out and play some more in the sun

Take me away, take me so far
Travel with me way past the stars
We'll look back and see the cities fall
Tell all our friends goodbye and then turn around and leave it all

Let's go outside, see what has become
Let's go out and look towards the sun
Where is our world and where are our lives?
Where have your loved ones gone and where is our will to survive?

Skies are dark and no birds fly
Fallout rains like dead men cry
Hold me and tell me that we are not alone
Can we be forgiven for the careless and the stupid things we've done

Black clouds part, the sun is still around
Brightening the blackened, charred remains of the ground
One beam reveals life struggling through
The light returns, reflects your eyes
And I see that the future lies with you.



What the hell, let's go for some poetry as well.


Desolate, lonely, I struggle to see
I have reason to love
So now why do I grieve?
I gave to you everything
You were my light
Since you left now my tears
Will obscure only night
Neither Green Fairy's nectar
Nor Mary Jane's leaf
Can give peace to my slumber
Nor waking relief
As I lay in my bedroom
Grandfather strikes three
Give me comfort and peace
Lest I die of ennui
Her sweet scent but a memory
Her touch but a breeze
The moon stares down and mocks me
And dares me to breathe
Clutching tight to her picture
Her soft smile sets me free
My eyes close as I whisper
"Don't forget about me"



Thankyou and goodnight.
Esto perpetua
Go away



Age: 26Year of birth: 1984Month of birth: 4Day of birth: 14

Gender: male
Elftownworldmap 34°57.840'S 150°27.144'E

Place of living: Australia

Town: The Depths of Picton

Known languages
Dutch

Favorite drawing objects
dragonswarriors

Computer interests
action gamesemailmusic

Music
alternativeclassicalgoth
heavy metalprogressive metalpunk
rock

Other interests
animalsbeersinging

Civil status: involved

Sexual preference: opposite sex

Body shape: thin

Height: 196


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