Lucius Marci

Full Name: Lucius Marci
Age: Forty
Birthday: Winter 16th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Says he's an author, but there must be something else.

Standing at a height of five foot ten inches, though his face seems much older from stressful times (his looks suffered from his depression and not properly caring for himself in the past--he was quite the handsome fellow), Lucius is very much young at heart. His light brown hair is shaggy, but yet a bit wavy/curly, resting just above his shoulders. His almond shaped eyes are a bright blue that shine like the morning sky. Around his mouth, and running slightly up his jawline, is a slightly bushy goatee, which he always takes great care of--he never liked being messy. His built is nothing too muscular, but if ever given the chance to see under his slightly odd choice of clothing, one would be able to see a man who was in a marvelous youth, but there are some mysterious scars running from his belly button and just around the bend of his waist. Along his biceps are smaller scars.

Personality: This man is certainly not afraid to walk up to another person to meet them, of course, he will be a little wary at first, but he could quickly warm up to you, if you give him a good reason--otherwise, to put it simply, he may not bother with you again in the future. He's a friendly man, he see no reason not to be kind to a person, unless driven to be angered by another. He tries not to let things anger him quickly, and often plays things off like some sort of a joke; it's much easier for him to make a light hearted joke about another person, regardless of the thought of it possible hurting some feelings, which is odd about the man. He's nice to people, but is able to make fun of them without another thought (Though in the recent, he's been a lot better with his choice of words so he may or may not crack a joke).

Sadly, the man keeps to himself on certain matters, such as family and his personal beliefs, hopes, and the like. He doesn't begin bragging about things until he is able to maintain a strong relationship with another person, otherwise, Lucius doesn't speak his mind. Though when angered, he has a rather exploding temper. One may call him an oddball, or some sort of hypocrite, of a personality, since he seems to switch traits every now and then--but him in a bundle is him being is a kind man who has an odd sense of humor, but doesn't really like to open up easily. But once he attaches himself to you, you will have such a loyal friend who will never let you down or leave you stranded when help is needed.

Likes: Wine, the piano, taking walks, reading a good book, Autumn, learning new things, dogs.
Dislikes: Extremely hot weather, annoying people who disrupt his reading, strawberry cake (He's allergic to all things strawberry)

Dreams: He doesn't really know--he growing through his teens to his mid-twenties, he learned that dreaming is almost worthless and will get you no where. He doesn't have any major hopes, some small ones that he doesn't care to share.
Fears: Being forced to go back to his family. Dying.

Family:
Father ~ Vincent Marci -- Lucius was never very close to his father, but that's not saying that he was a terrible man--he was a very respectable man in their society. Lucius hardly mentions any of his family members to anyone. Growing up, people say that Lucius closely resembled his father, in both intelligence and appearance.

Mother ~ Sinead Grey-Marci -- Much like his connection with his father, Lucius wasn't attached to his mother after he left home. As a child, it was a much different story, but he doesn't like talking about his family, even if you ask him sweetly. He won't bend.

Sister ~ Isabella "Bella" Marci -- Lucius's younger sister. Him and Bella were never on great terms with each other, even if they were siblings. Sure, there would be that small bond that would tie them together, but due to several mishaps, Lucius refuses to associate himself with his sister, or any of his other family members really.

Ex-Wife ~ Elizabeth Marci Williams -- Perhaps the one person who could ever win the approval, and in return be able to manage of his family, on top of himself. She was a wonder to him--striking blond hair with dark green eyes. She was a few years his junior, and while he showered her with wealth and jewels, she always found herself with another man at the end of the day.

History: He came from a large home in London. That's all he may tell you--he grew up in a city named London with his parents and his one sibling.

The Marci family was one of wealth, but Lucius tried not to brag about it so much. He remained very much an introvert as a child. His father was never home; always working. He stuck by the side of his mother often, and learn trade secrets about their heritage, until mother would sneak off into the night as well. It wasn't until he was about sixteen that he learned that his father was having an affair and that his mother was going insane--she was soon placed in a mental institution after hearing this. He prefers not to talk about his past life. Lucius had turned five years old when his younger sister was born and it wouldn't be until she was 13 that she would show signs of her mother's illness. Could he ever truely hate Bella for what she done to him? No, she was his sister and he would be forced to live it for the rest of his life.

When Lucius turned nineteen, it was off to university, where he met his ex-wife, Elizabeth. Oh how he loved his darling Elizabeth--one would say he was almost obsessed with his darling Elizabeth. And true, she did love him in return and soon they were married at the church down the street from Lucius's home. Two years into their marriage, and with the idea of children popping up into his mind, Lucius was curious to see if she would agree as well--apparently she would agree with another, walking into their home and finding her on the cough with another topping her. After the death of their marriage, she admitted to never really loving him at all fore his family was truly insane, including him himself. He was torn; he really was. He locked himself away in his home for several years, just sitting in front of the crackling fireplace, slouched into his armchair. But one day, he came out. He walked outside for merely a moment and the neighbors caught only glimmer of his disheveled appearance, something they were not used to seeing from the aristocrat.

He doesn't really recall knowing when he had to leave London. He just left. He packed up his belongings and sold his large house and left. No word to his family, no word to his neighbors. Just left as the sun rose on horizon, as if signaling him that it was time for a new beginning.