Ortega, Marco

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Marco Esteban Ortega



"I know. You want to ask me out. All the foxy ladies love my accent.
It drives them crazy." Carlos Oliviera

NAME Marco Esteban Ortega ALIAS N/A AGE 34 DATE OF BIRTH 17th/Jan/2548 GENDER Male

PLAY BY Oded Fehr SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual AFFILIATION Neutral OCCUPATION Contractor PLACE OF BIRTH Disraeli/Opinicus

HEIGHT 6' 1½" WEIGHT 185 Lbs. HAIR Black EYE COLOR Brown

PHYSICAL BUILD Broad, Muscular DISTINGUISHING MARKS He has Anya's name tattoo'd on his left butt cheek, as she does his. Although, I doubt you'd ever get a good look at that... GENERAL APPEARANCE Nothing particularly unique. He has an accent from being from Disraeli. CLOTHING STYLE Usually just dressed in something comfortable like jeans or slacks. When he's on the job, Marco prefers a light tactical approach, and wears clothes suited to hotter climates and sand.

LIKES Marco has led an odd life adrift with his wife, and they spend most of their time, for better or worse, with each other. He is utilitarian to a fault, but also enjoys a rich life within the boundaries of the Opinicus. His joys rather reflect that. Anya in the morning, before she's awake enough to start complaining, and honestly, who doesn't enjoy a hot wife? Tesurban Whiskey in large doses. Quick sly wit, and hard skinned people. A solid fight that's fair and where both parties put forth their best. A good problem to work out, something that takes time to work through, and fortunes the best man with the spoils. DISLIKES As I said, Marco spends most of his time on a rather small ship with Anya, and while this can and does contribute many things to his life, it can also have some negative affects. Anya's dad. He's not on their ship or anything, but Marco isn't looking forward to ever seeing the guy again. Mint or spearmint. Haggling or prices changing at the last second. Maintenance or any type of repair work, if it requires having to dig through tons of research to draw up how to change even a windshield wiper, that's why Marco has a job, to pay someone else to do it. Anya about twenty minutes after she wakes up, and realizes that there is something she doesn't like happening. People trying to play him against his wife or vice versa. Just because they fight and bicker, don't try to come in between them. QUIRKS/HABITS Marco enjoys pranks, and will laugh and point if someone allows themselves to be on the butt end of a joke. FEARS That Anya will do something incredibly stupid and get herself killed.

STRENGTHS Handling an automatic! This guy has spent years fighting with his hands, but along with that street fighting, he has learned the value of close quarters combat, but he is at his best in mid range encounters. If you're within fifty feet of the man, and you two are trying to kill one another, watch your back! Astronomy, not just that he knows a lot about the system he flies about in, but where you can go to be off the radar in certain systems. Slick talking people, and running up the price on goods. WEAKNESSES Can spend too much time trying to figure out a way to avoid a fight. Can cause delays on a job, or send his wife off on thinking she can do something better and faster, which can lead to even more delays... Overdependent on his friends and family to come up with a solid plan. That doesn't mean that he won't do it, but meh. Anya's smile, and telling her "No". TALENTS/ABILITIES Darts to the point of cheating. It's one of many ways that Marco brings a few extra shekels into the coin purse. Explosives. Not the big stuff, although give him a chance! Household items and things he finds, it's amazing how much stuff will go boom if you apply the proper proportions. Remembering details that his wife forgets. SECRETS Marco is from a poor planet, and was the lowest of those with social status when he was very young. Since he left Constance he has hidden this part of his life, and never even speaks his native tongue, just the primaries. ASPIRATIONS Enjoying every day he has to live, and causing as much trouble as he can. Imparting one fifth of his knowledge to his poor understudied wife.

OVERALL PERSONALITY

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Marco isn't the same kid he grew up as. That said, it can't be stressed enough how much of the Ortega's life connects them to one another. Anya is too brash and naive to know what she does is excessively dangerous far too often, borderline stupid. So he's become an expert at negotiating with people to calm them down. Generosity has thus crept into his life as something Marco just does without thinking. Giving up the last biscuit, buying a round of beers, helping someone he see's struggling. It's just his way. And as they say, "With the measure you judge..." Don't get it twisted, Marco loooooves to see his own family succeed, and his first gift is always to his wife and himself, but after that, he'll help if he can. He has a strong work ethic if you can call scavenging work. Not just salvage jobs either, but bounties as well. Anya lives on this edge of danger that is just scary enough to keep him feeling exhilarated, and that is also something he has found he enjoys above all things, a rush. All in all, it's those little moments of life that most people refer to as "Memories" that he enjoys living out. When he and Anya are old and grey, he wants to be able to look back, and know they did all they could do, while they could still do it.

FATHER Sudador Ortega MOTHER Catherine Ortega SIBLINGS N/A OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES N/A

SIGNIFICANT OTHER Anya Marie Kovach Ortega CHILDREN N/A OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS Friedrich Hoffman PETS Anya

BACKSTORY

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

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[/font] Marco said to his wife, he lowered his binoculars, and pointed in the direction he meant. She didn't even look up at him.

"I can take him right now. From here. Job done."

"Babe... we aren't taking him from anywhere. Bounty is twice as much alive as it is dead, we need that money."

"If you could see what I could see-- I mean, I could shoot him in one ball and leave the other to cry about it." Her eye still hadn't left the scope, clearly impressed by just how good the scope was and not listening to a damn word said.

"Don't. Look, over there." He said, pointing again, and again she didn't look. "There's an opening wide as a highway, we could stroll right in and put him in cuffs. Plenty of places for you to sneak in."

"Bring me out here with this new toy, and you expect me not to shoot it?" Again, she was still buried in the scope.

"Babe." He looked down at her as she sighed.

"You have any idea how heavy this thing is?"

"I'll carry it down for you."

"Okay, how about I just tag him? One shot, clean through the kneecap, he screams about it, but he's still alive. Everyone wins." She asked, adjusting the sights, and baring her shoulder, which was a clear sign to him who knew his wife well, that she was preparing to fire.

"No."

"I'm doing it."

Marco rolled his eyes and mimed cussing. "Anya no. Alive means alive, he could bleed out you pop him with one of those rounds. And we agreed that we'd only shoot that thing if he tried to get away, and only to use it on his landcar. Besides, you don't want to shoot anywhere near there anyway, right behind him is a fuel.." The deafening sound that interrupted him mid word was bodily painful. Even through his hands that threw themselves up out of pure instinct to cover his eyes, the light from the blast was blindingly searing. The desert sand around them was hurled by them so fast, it was like a tidal wave of ferocious power! The noise was the most prevalent. His ears were ringing so hard, that Marco wasn't really sure when the sound stopped. At long last, the explosion settled, from dust it came, and to dust it returned, leaving behind a blackened crater, and two figures far away on a hilltop. Marco lowered his hand, and said one word, while surveying the damage done below. The word was the end of his earlier sentence, perhaps the blast was so powerful, it had temporarily stopped his brain.

"Cell."

His wife looked up to him slowly, dust covering her face and hair, and her eyes the only thing plainly visible. She had this expression of apology, and innocence, as though she hadn't really realized what she'd shot into down there. It was so pitifully sweet to see her like that, that he stopped being mad a heartbeat later and just sighed after she announced, "Uh... oops."

Marco looked back at the carnage. "Lets..." He started to walk without her, "Just go see if there's a toe left or something..."

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Player name/alias: Call me Baby! Just don't put me in the corner. Or Onas, I mean, its whatever, baby could work too.
Roleplay Experience: Started as a non canon Sesame Street RP, but after some TOS PDA issues, the site was shut down. But we think they were being a little conservitive... Other than that, its been a Wonderful Three Weeks Of Writing!!! Lovin this keyboard stuff, all the buttons, it's like a spaceship!
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