Marshall, Paul

[marshall]

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We ArE tHe FuTuRe!
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Paul Gibson Marshall

Play By:Seth Green

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Name: Paul Marshall
Age: 29
Gender: male
Birthday: may 17th
Height:5' 5"
Weight: 130
Clique: loner
Sexuality: gay
Group: gifted: Psych
Power: tele-puppeteering and telekinetic
Occupation: recon
Alliance: trusted

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FaMiLy MeAnS wOrLdS tO uS!
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Mother: Marla Johnson
Father: James Marshall Jr
Grandparents/Great Grandparents:

• Miles (psy) and Jillian Grant
  
• Seth Green (psy) and Clare Grant (psy)
  
• James Marshall Sr. and Dana Green (psy)
  
• James (Jr.)and Karen Marshall
  

Siblings:

• James Marshall III
  
  

Aunts/Uncles:

• Donald and Vicky Johnson
  
• Reggie and Carol Johnson
  
• Terrance Marshall
  

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I dOn'T kNoW yOu LiKe ThAt!
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Personality:
[Paul is a very intelligent and simple man, much to the surprise of others. For some reason he has never been able to grasp why him being simple is surprising. He likes things to be done in order and adheres to a strict priority list in his head. Like the ordered notes of a concerto he goes about life doing exactly what is expected of him and maybe a little more to round out the melody of events. His faint smile, frequently found on his face, can be chilling to some, especially when his actions don't match the way others think they should. He enjoys his job and feels if a gardener can smile at the flowers and fruit they conjure from the earth why can't he smile gently at apprehending and brutally subduing some lawbreaker as the dictates of his job describe.

He is a man of a few soft spoken (and usually sarcastic) words and detests being made to repeat himself. A firm believer in actions speaking louder, he prefers to show someone what he means or let them suffer the consequences of not listening, it is of little concern to him. Over the years he has found that those that know him listen all the more when he opens his mouth. A good joke is always appreciated by him, though what he finds funny may be a bit dark for most people.

He is neat to a fault an even finds himself wrinkling a brow at some offender that has gotten his clothes disturbed in some way, even though the struggle with him was what caused it. His coworkers get a kick out of how most of the people he drags in to an asylum are so calm and docile but half ready to repent of their ways if they never have to see Paul again.

Like most he can become quite angry. At times it takes a lot to make him mad, but there are buttons that some offenders push that can really push him to the edge quickly. One of them being his clothes. He hated getting anything on his clothes. An odd pet peeve for one who's job it was to chase down the worst of criminals. ]


Likes:

• his job
  
• men
  
• twinkies
  
• classical music
  
• chess
  
• family
  
• children (well behaved and especially babies, they make him melt, though he is reluctant to admit that.)
  

Dislikes:

• liars
  
• repeating himself
  
• judgmental nitwits
  
• being made the center of attention by someone else
  
• law breakers
  
• being stereotyped
  
  

Fears/Secrets:

• is very sensitive to what others think of him
  
• loosing control one day
  
• loosing control... and absolutely loving it
  

Dreams/Goals:

• to find that special man that understands him
  
• adopt children
  
• get promoted
  
• gifteds being accepted by society and not a secret anymore
  

OvErAlL HiStOrY:

[Paul's family is an odd mishmash of mixed up people from all walks of the life. A large extended loving family that is willing to kill to protect its own, which is one of the many things he loves about them. His mother came from a family that whose roots were deep in Hollywood and married into one that was just as involved but not as glamorous. Where his dad was made of the supporter and managers and personal assistants to the stars behind the scenes, his mothers people were the actors and the glamorous that stood in front of the camera. Among them all were those the had duel roles in the government but such things weren't talked about as openly though it was known. All in all, due to the dominant trait of psychic abilities on both sides, it wasn't a family of great wealth, but it was one of significant power.

Almost all of the known psychic abilities can be claimed by one relative or another, the most common on his mother's side being telepathy with one or two tele-consumers. His dad was a straight up psychic and was not surprised when Paul explained to him what school he wanted to attend for college.

Growing up, the only people he was close to was his family, mainly his brother. In school he didn't make any friends, though he was a friendly person. He just wasn't a people person believing people, as a whole, were dumb. Being teased for his height and his lack of fitting into some little group at school made him a ripe target, but because of his strong abilities he was usually left alone, with only a comment made here and there.

One of only two siblings it was no surprise that the quiet young Paul, who was always alone but not necessarily lonely, grew up to become an agent within the ministry. His older brother took the more flashy route and became a model. He had the height and good looks for it. Both brothers, within their individual circles, still gained a small amount of fame. James was known in the fashion industry as an exotic redhead beauty and Paul was known for his time bomb temper and for catching exactly who he was after. The brothers were close only being three years apart and growing up James always talked to Paul with telepathy, even though their mother tried to forbid it. She believes it's one of the reason Paul doesn't talk much. The sarcasm she blames on his father like any good wife would.]

RP Sample:
[Paul waited by the elevator as the numbers above ticked down to the glowing number one, or it would have been had the light been working. The bell chimed just as he shifted his weight off the wall he was leaning on and stepped closer to the reflective metal of the elevator doors. Only one man was in there and Paul was the only one in the lobby. It was evident that the man was surprised to find anyone there this time of night especially with the detailed security that was normally assigned to hotels he stayed at.

As usual the taller man thought nothing of Paul, a short redhead in gray slacks and black button up shirt. He was just another late guest making his way back to his room after a long day right? Wrong.

Paul put his finger tips to the left side of his head and flicked them back as if his was mind blown to see the famous actor. "Oh wow. What a nice end to a busy day. Chris Pattinson? This is truly an honor." An honor and a relief, if he finished this early he could have the next two weeks off. Paul pats the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a folded piece of paper and a pen. "I know you've heard it all and are in a rush but seriously, could you please sign this for me. My mom would really be impressed." Paul abhorred lies, particularly when the truth was so much more fun. His mother would be very impressed... that Paul took down the gift abuser so quickly. It was just the day before he'd received orders to bring in Chris, a known offender that had been warned by enforcers on three separate occasions.

The man sighed and looked him over for a minute. A full head taller than Paul's five feet five and probably a good twenty pounds heavier, the man finally grinned and took the paper from him. "I guess I can do one more. For your mother, right?" He grinned that familiar 'I'm so full of myself' smirky grin that irritated Paul so much. Relax Paul. "Would you like me to add a note?" Paul stepped closer, a little too close and the man reflexively stepped back into the still open elevator doors.

"Oh no that's okay, just sign right there on that line. The one that reads you are aware and understand you are being detained after proper warning by no less than three en-force-ment agents." Paul smiled broadly enunciating each syllable, casting his smiling blue eyes up at the trapped man. He relished the wave of slow understanding as it washed over the actors face. But it was too late. Paul lifted his eyebrows in mock pity as the elevator door suddenly squeezed shut on either side of Chris making the man scream out in pain. A sickening crunch of bone breaking was audible and echoed in the empty lobby.

"Oh no, no, no. We can't have any of that. It's so late and, really, my head is starting to hurt just a bit." The mans mouth slammed shut, obviously not of his own will. "So you will sign the papers, yes? Or do you need my help? This really isn't done until I drop you off but I'm in a hurry and this seemed a logical way to speed things up."

The man spit at Paul. "Rot in hell." Chris growled through his permanently clamped jaw. A wet spot with a tinge of blood stained his crisp gray jacket. Paul looked down at it with a blank stare, then he looked off to the left randomly and sighed in disbelief.

"Why do they always fight?"...

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Three hours later Paul was ignoring a guy he worked with as he signed over Chris to the Asylum. The man was retelling how Chris had to be taken immediately to the hospital wing before processing because of the way Paul brought him in. In Paul's defense another man added how Chris was a fighter and had attempted to manipulate two enforcers that had tried to warn him.

"That's what the little shit gets for staining my jacket... and being related to fucking Robert Pattinson."]

[Joshua Hedgrove]

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