<div class="floatright">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/1e42ca85bf917fc1b4f91a93903f96fa/tumblr_mv8kkw3wPi1sk96xvo1_1280.jpg)(http://orig15.deviantart.net/4157/f/2015/334/e/3/corner_rose_by_relhom-d9ikyki.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Marc Duval<br/><br/><strong>Fairy Tale Role:</strong>Beast<br/><br/><strong>Personality: </strong>Marc is rough around the edges, a man who seems to simmer with barely-contained rage and the potential for violence.  When he speaks, which is rare, his gravelly voice is so deep that one can almost feel it in their bones and every word seems edged with an animal growl.  Even so, he is soft-spoken, almost never raising his voice unless he loses his temper entirely, and when that happens he seems to lose all capacity for coherent speech.  His appearance and aura can be off-putting, but if one takes the time to get to know him, or spends some time around him, they quickly discover that beneath the gruff exterior is a clumsy, socially-awkward, strangely naive person trying to find their place in a world where they don't quite fit.<br/><br/><strong>Modern Day Blurb:</strong>Marc was born on the wrong side of the tracks and he never quite managed to get across them.  Saddled with a short temper and learning disabilities that were never diagnosed or addressed, he paid little attention to school.  His youth was peppered with petty crimes, fights and eventually juvenile detention for assault.  He dropped out of school and ended up working as a mechanic/drug runner for a biker gang, gradually building his position with the gang until he was considered an official member and 'enforcer'.  His adult life was a mess of short jail sentences for violent crimes typically committed against members of rival gangs.  His difficulty fitting into polite society and his violent temper made it impossible for him to have the life that he sometimes longed for, and the biker gang was the only place he felt he could be safe.<br/><br/>When the memories of who he truly was began to return to him, first as dreams, he thought that they were nightmares.  He saw himself roaming a ramshackle castle alone, surrounded by broken furniture, dust and shadows, a terrifying creature of monstrous visage.  Gradually, however, he began to experience these flashes of memory when he was awake, his mind struggling to comprehend two realities at once.  He thought he was going crazy, and tried to hide the changes he was experiencing from those around him.  But, they only got worse, and eventually he came to believe that he<em>was</em>the monster from his dream.  The shining rose that so often featured in those dreams was real, and deeply meaningful.  In the midst of his confusion, he had the rose from his dreams tattooed on his chest, directly over his heart.  Now, he is determined to figure out whether he is truly losing his mind, or if the dreams and memories are real.  Is he mad...or monster?