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Character Name: Tarius Merlot
Board Name: Tarius Merlot
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 23
Zoids: Shadow Fox, SnipeMaster
AIM Screenname: TariusMerlot
Referred By: Corben Cypher

Character Description:

Is 5’ 11’ short cut blond hair bearing a scar over his right eye and over his entire back, and torso. A small tattoo on his left hip bears a skull and the phrase “Acta Non Verba” and a blue rose tattoo on the right hip. Tarius is also fairly muscled from working out regularly in the morning.
Personality: Is quiet and secretive, favoring the shadows and sidelines while still manipulating the front line. Tarius is also fiercely loyal, taking a great deal a pressure before losing friendships and allegiances. Tarius seeks no ill will towards anyone unless they betray him. And though quiet and secretive, will carry a conversation, and talk to people, if not just for a contact, info, or advice in some situations, has made a few friends
History: I was born out of wedlock, and dropped off at an orphanage, where I grew up quickly, out of surviving daily beatings from both the teachers and other kids. At the age of 12 I got in a fight with five other orphans, breaking my nose and a rib, that night the administration came and woke everyone up, including the younger kids, to “discipline” us for fighting, and making “examples” of us. We were whipped, and the orphanage’s medic was to scrub our body with rock salt to “purify” us. And that is how I got the scars on my back. From that day on I spent a lot of my time, defending myself, and getting beat. Until the leader of the bullies was pushed off the stairs by another kid he beat. on December 24th Christmas eve of my 14th year, I met Sophia Marie White, who ran away from her abusive father, and found shelter in the hell of the orphanage. On Christmas we kissed as children do, only to be caught by the administration, as we ran and ran, we decided to “run away” and be “free”. She was standing at the end of the stairs when I got tackled by one of the administration’s prefects knocking over a candle onto the curtains starting a fire. I wrestled the prefect off of me, and we continued to run as the orphanage caught on fire. We left though the garden, and the last thing I remember of the orphanage was waking up on the ground not far from the garden, and seeing Sophie laying there lifeless with blood near her head and a blue rose next to her bowing over her as if in reverence and respect to her, as I passed back out. The image has been forever etched in my memory. I wandered the world trying to survive and redeem myself for harming Sophia, trying to survive and waking up to nightmares of her screaming to save her when I couldn’t. I was in the desert celebrating my 16th birthday when passed out, from lack of food and water. I was woken by a man in a military uniform and his wife caring for me after my desert fiasco. It seemed as if they took me in. they told me there names, and told me to stay with them for a while. One day the man, Mr. Cypher, took me out to the base, and asked if I would like to serve under him, I promptly said yes, and for the next year he trained me in piloting Zoids, from terrestrial, aerial, and aquatic Zoids. On my 17th birthday he gave me a Shadow Fox with a blue rose tag on its shoulders, bearing some “scars” from past battles, but otherwise excellent condition, telling me that I was like a son to them, and that he had a son once, until he went missing 2 years before they found me. I served for two years after that, before going my separate way in search of the truth, unconsciously searching for Mr. Cypher’s son, and my real family. Mostly wandering the world searching villages, cities, and towns trying to find who my mom was, why she left me, what they are like. Everything and anything I could. I searched for two years finding nothing, until I stumbled upon an old nurse helping a lady deliver her baby. She was a war medic, and saw my face, and thought I was some man by the name of Vincent. She was the nurse on call to help deliver me, and told me the grim story of how she died after during the delivery. And that she dropped me off to the orphanage when my father Vincent was sent to command a squadron of Iron Kongs. There was an ambush that destroyed them all. She also told me of a mysterious red gun sniper that was the one that killed my father, and how it was a mole within the military. The nurse took me to an old sniper that worked under my father, he gave me his old black snipemaster with a skull on the top of its head, and from that day on I was in search of the red Gun Sniper that killed my father.