fightingevilbymoonknight | The Canyon: Application

PLAYER INFORMATION

✘ Name: Gail
✘ Age: 40
✘ Contact: cacopheny @ plurk or PM this journal
✘ Character(s) currently in game: None
✘ Favorite horror tropes/events: Body horror and monsters, survival.
✘ Limits/Triggers: Mind control/loss of mental autonomy. I don't mind seeing it written or playing off someone else under an influence, but I can't write it myself. Changes related to the transformations are fine, as they're an internal source, and possession is fine since it's less willpower being removed and more locked-in-my-own-head.
✘ Invited by: Swirl

CHARACTER INFORMATION

✘ Name: Marc Spector (and Steven Grant and Jake Lockley)
✘ Canon: MCU: Moon Knight
✘ Canon Point: After Episode 6/end of the series

✘ Age: 36
✘ History: MCU wiki. CW for child abuse. The character is made up of three distinct alters, people made to protect the self during childhood trauma. Marc and Steven are aware of each other and work closely together. Jake is aware of Marc and Steven, and they are vaguely aware there must be a third, but they do not know who he is or anything about him. Jake will come up much less in play than the other two, until we find a good plot for him to reveal himself.

✘ Personality:

Plain text = Marc
Italics = Steven

You're assigned a group project. What role do you end up taking?

Marc shrugs. "Depends on the project. Are we hunting somebody down? Building something? Doing a research paper? You'd handle each of those things pretty differently."

Steven pipes up in the back of Marc's mind. Their mix of elemental water and air magic means you, the interviewer-slash-reviewer, can hear him, too, and see his face in the reflection on the table, or maybe the window, any reflective surface nearby. He looks just like Marc, but at the same time clearly like his own person, with a slightly different hairstyle, less upright posture, and a more open expression. Right now? That expression is smug.

"If it's a research paper, I handle it, obviously."

Marc rolls his eyes. "Shut up, Steven." Then he pauses, sighs with something like defeat, and has to admit, "You're right, though. I definitely do not have the patience for a research paper. Anything else, though, I'm good."

Steven leans closer in the reflection and says, mock-conspiratorially, "He'll probably take over and try to do it all hisself, too. Marc's got a bit of a problem with that."

"Shut up, Steven," Marc groans. "I work fine with you, right?"

"It's a start," Steven answers dubiously. "I'm you, though, sort of. So I don't think it really counts."

You have the chance to anonymously send a letter to someone who's wronged you in the past. What does it say?

Marc clams up for this one. There are plenty of people who've wronged him, but one in particular always comes to mind first. He taps the table, avoiding both the interviewer's gaze and Steven's. "Do we really gotta do this? Seriously?"

"It might help, Marc," Steven urges.

Marc scowls, taps the table a few more times, then says, "Fine. The letter says 'Fuck you'." There's a beat of silence, as if Steven (or the interviewer) is expecting more. "Nothing else," Marc reiterates. Then, after another beat, he growls, "What, you think she'd listen? She wouldn't. It wouldn't do any good. Besides. Anything else I said would give away who it was, and then it's not anonymous anymore, is it." He tucks his hands in against his stomach, scowling more. "She's dead, anyway, so what's the point."

In the reflection, Steven winces. That still hurts to hear, even though he knows now that his mum isn't who he thought she was. "I think this exercise is less about, you know, the other person. And more about you. And me."

"Steven, I am not interested in doing this, okay? Drop it. I answered the damn question."

"Fine, fine," Steven says, with the air of someone giving in to humor someone else. Marc pointedly ignores it.

Someone you admire very much has just done something you find reprehensible. How do you deal with the situation?

"Well, that depends on what they did and who it was, dunnit?" Steven answers first, possibly in a hurry to get off the topic that upset Marc so much. "Maybe they had a reason. Maybe it was a good reason. We'd have to ask and find out."

There's a bit of a chuckle from Marc. "So, Steven would find some way to rationalize it, no surprise there," he says, to Steven's squawk of protest. He continues, possibly still in a bad mood from the last question, "I'd run away, clearly, because I'm good at that. I'm good at not dealing with shit."

He meets Steven's eyes for a minute in the reflection, then sighs, and admits, "If it was a real problem, though, if somebody was trying to hurt people, we'd probably find some way to stop them. So there, that's what we'd do."

"Maybe even if they were hurting themselves," Steven agrees, a little sadly. "We'd try to help."

"Probably not very well, given, you know, us," Marc points out. "There's some things that even you won't stand for, though. Child murder, right?"

"Well, sure, but we never admired Harrow, did we? No. I like to think we've got good enough taste not to admire somebody who was reprehensible from the start."

If you could achieve all your goals right now, what would your life look like?

After a moment, Marc finally opens up a little from his closed posture and says, "It'd look... safe." He scratches his head a little, mussing the curls. "I mean, Harrow wouldn't be a problem, obviously. Ammit wouldn't be a problem, she'd be destroyed or locked in a stone statue again. Hell, Khonshu wouldn't be a problem. Nobody'd be in danger of getting judged for stuff they haven't done yet. Nobody'd be stuck in service to any gods, at all."

"Our fish would never go hungry," Steven says, and Marc smiles.

"Heh, that, too."

"Layla'd maybe be with us," Steven continues. "That'd be nice."

"If she forgives me for lying to her, yeah, that'd be nice," Marc says with a small, sad smile.

"Oh, I'm sure she will. Won't she? She's on our side. And we're on hers. We're a team, all of us, right?"

Marc isn't sure what to say to that, so he changes the subject. "And you'd have a job as a museum tour guide."

"Ha ha."

Marc grins. "What, I'm serious."

"If we're being serious," Steven says, "I'm not sure I want to go back there. My boss is a right twit."

"Well, something Egypt-y, then. We'll find you somethin'."

"Okay, all right, something Egypt-y."

Someone tells you all your flaws. What did they tell you, and are they right or wrong?

That has Marc's expression going flat again. "That I'm a killer," he says shortly.

Steven's expression in the reflection drops into a determined kind of worry. "Marc, no. We've been through this. It wasn't your fault."

"I've killed a lot more people since then, Steven, I think it still applies." Steven's puppy-dog eyes are too hard to resist, though, so he gives an explosive little sigh and tries again. "Okay, yeah, fine. So this imaginary person would tell me that I'm closed off and I try to do everything myself. That I'm secretive and don't trust anybody, and I avoid and deflect whenever I don't want to deal with something. Got any disagreements this time, Steven?"

For a beat, Steven looks guilty, and he comes up with, "You're getting better."

"Whatever." Marc waves a hand at the reflection. "Your turn."

Steven looks startled. "My turn?"

"Both of us are trying to do this thing, right, and you've got faults, too. Somewhere in there. Probably."

"Oh. Okay. Um. I'm pretty weird. That's a fault, yeah? My boss always called me useless and lazy."

"Steven, you are not lazy," Marc interjects. "You just didn't get enough sleep back then, and that's on me."

"Well. I get too focused on one thing sometimes. And I jump to conclusions. Oh, and I panic easily."

Marc smiles. "You're getting better at that, too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, buddy."

Steven beams. "Well, thanks!"

✘ Type: Mist Elemental. Water primary, Air secondary. If possible, Marc will be more Water oriented, and Steven will be more Air oriented. (Jake wishes he got to be Earth oriented, but he just gets to grumble about it. If you wanted a say in elemental alignment, Jake, you should have told the other boys you exist.)

✘ Powers:
They have standard elemental water manipulation, with a particular talent for creating mist rather than straight-up water-bombs– though Marc can absolutely put together a ball of water and lob it at somebody. Obscuring mist is just easier. Steven is better at freezing water than actually controlling it, and working together they can make ice weapons.

They can manipulate reflections to allow other people to see and interact with both Steven and Marc at once (or Steven and Jake, or Jake and Marc, should Jake decide to show himself), and manipulate air vibrations to allow people to hear them both, as well. It's easiest to do this on water and ice reflections, and may at times happen accidentally that way, but with effort can be done on mirrors and glass as well.

They are always aware of where bodies of water around them are, no matter how small. All living beings have water in their body (well, maybe not fire elementals, but everybody else). Thus, they are always aware of where people around them are, and can track them by following where that particular piece of water goes. The sense's general range is only about 20 feet, but if they magically mark a source of water in particular they can track that specific source for up to a mile by blocking out all other sources of water and focusing on just that one.

✘ Inventory: Their magen pendant, their wallet and cell phone, and the golden scarab device that once pointed to Ammit's trapped spirit. It is probably pretty useless here, and now is more of a keepsake and worry stone than anything else. In one pocket of their jacket is their old wedding ring, which they've been considering wearing again.

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