Marcelis LaCroix

Social Security: 085-23-3556
Student ID: 198228876

Name: LaCroix, Marcelis
Formally: Matthews, Marcelis
Alias: Mars, The Knave
D.O.B: June 23, xxxx
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Nationality: Japanese/American
Ethnicity: Father side: French, Russian, American. Mother side: Japanese, American

Hobbies: Writing, Computer Programming (Hacking), Playing Cards (Slight-of-hand, and some parlor tricks), Learning new languages Training, Fighting, Betting, Gambling, Oriental Brain Puzzles and Reading Mysteries.

Currently Learned Languages: Japanese (fluent), Russian (somewhat fluent), Spanish (fluent) Latin (Only writing)

Height: 5 Feet 10 Inches
Weight: 155lbs
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Auburn

Body Type: Lean, Muscular
Misc. Body Facts:
Arm length is long, 29 inches (From Shoulder to extended fingertips) 

Persona:
He “grew up” more quickly than others. From just the younger years in learning fierce, life-threatening combat and losing most of his innocence to many different factors when living on the streets. Analytical and surprisingly polite, a soft-spoken intellectual, often addressing his subordinates by their given names. But beyond that, his leader-like qualities and strong demeanor gives of an edge of cockiness due to him able to back up the words he speaks. Albeit for someone to show overconfidence, he is willing to give “lessons” out to help those understand the ways of this world.

Marcelis is a natural born hustler, and with such skills, that was the only way he was surviving up to point of being recruited by his Mentor. Steal, swindle and deal your way to the top, is what his old master taught him to make sure he is never on the losing side, or as he would say, “Going Minus.” But he is loyal to his faults as in which if the risk of “going minus” meaning he would rat out, that is something he will not do. His adaptability is second to only one other who shall remain NAMELESS… but she would probably brag about it either way. But his Chameleon like tendencies are what makes him dangerous. Blending to whatever is around him to make sure he survives and/or able to come out on top. But he can become a focused human being, putting all his efforts, his resources and abilities to destroy one person or even a team of people if need be. You can easily see in some cases that he can be a simplistic man, letting certain joys and temptations lead his mind set.

Marcelis is a person not easily categorized as what he may show. He does have tastes of the finer things in life, good music, fine food, fine art and beautiful women. Only, There is more to be said behind his carefree and precocious ways. For they are only distractions to what he truly desires. He like thrills, the rush in fighting in life or death situations, Gambling, even doing things normal people won't do. He always training, trying to his body and his reflexes from getting slow and soft. But in any situations, he would consider not fighting, Only if it means for him "going plus" or not. Within him secretly feeling on edge, he rarely shows any sign of alarm or distress and often plays by ear to be unpredictable. Within himself, he has more to him. But THAT in itself is a different fear of things that happened to him before.

Fighting Information

Goju-Ryu Karake - (Started at 7)
At the tender age of seven years old, learning anything new was a challenge, unless you was a child prodigy with a innate abilities… But Marcelis learned like any other person, trying something new. He took in what he could have learned and build on it at a early age. He didn’t master the Katas to a tee, but from the stances and forms taken, he build on what he thought was proper hand to hand combat. Defensive and offense are a seamless transition, where use the ‘Hard-Soft’ concept of the art. Soft flowing movements, tempered behind hard strikes to specific points of the body. The fight can be won with one punch, but breaking them down deals more damage in a longer run. Meaning even after the fight, mental damage is considered when fighting a landslide battle. He also took an old way of defending, while taking a hit.

Softening the blows from throwing your body away from the initial contact. He uses this in both form of combat, getting hit is unavoidable, but taking less damage is always appreciated. Any kicks done are pretty much done below the waist, hitting the legs, and if he feels like it, in the groin. When he really uses this style when he doesn’t use a stance at all. He would looked more or less; formless and rigid, but that would be the time where he is the most dangerous. But he would only use his martial art as a last resort… Since he picked up his second style, he is content in using that until a worthy opponent could make him change. Most likely if he doesn’t fair well, he will retreat.

Boxing - 4-5 years (Started at 12-13)
For anyone who seen, heard or done boxing… there are many different ways to approach it. Most people tend to like the flashy fist flying, Knock outs where people swinging with no regard to themselves. That’s the stupid way to box… or the quickest way to be punch drunk in your future. Mostly Boxing can be considered an art form, a martial art itself. But of course to many “ignorant” people would disagree. In the way Marcelis uses boxing is his OWN way… taking from all aspects of the art and putting it together from what he already knew coming into it. The one thing he didn’t take from it was the tall-tale signs of how punches were thrown. Starting from the elbow, snapping the arm other than leading from the shoulder eliminates the way people watch your arm to dodge, but it doesn’t make the punch unblockable or unable to dodge, but more or less if your eyes are a bit keen enough and you have dealt with fighting such things in the past, it would make it easier. He would know of all the proper punches, as well modified version of certain punches. He didn’t master them all which would be insane due to his recent study of it, but at this point the would have grasp of all of them.

His legs aren’t used in this art, as he know its not proper, but he knows that streets, there is anything BUT proper. He will kick you… but that would be anywhere that would be placing him in a better position. Kicks above the rib-cage would be silly, as that would knock the center of gravity and stance to throw a power punch out the window. He’s a solid infighter, that is where most of the action begins. He is familiar with outfighting, in which he uses his footwork, weaving, feints and ducking to set up a counter as a finishing blow. Marcelis is nearsighted so he doesn’t like to try to gauze distances, getting in close, he doesn’t need to worry about not landing a blow. He would try to quickly enter a close-range and then plant his feet. But he would lift his foot up to check a leg kick, he not completely solid down to just accept getting hurt when he doesn’t need to.

-Physical-
Mostly his body was trained in subtle ways in building endurance, fortifying the core strength from the Goju-Ryu. Also from training in Boxing, he adapted most known training regiments, that would help in core strength (Medicine Bag) Hand Speed (Speed Bag) Strength Training (Heavy Bag and Calisthenics) also full body dodging, sharp head movement. (Striking bag and reflex bag) His body is pretty much perfect for his weight/height distribution. Also he may have a different reach to others, Which helps him out in opening strikes like his Jab, which is pretty fast without 8-10 oz gloves wrapped around his fist. He never skipped leg day, so he trains his legs as much as everything else. Sparring and fighting with multiple people gave him an opportunity to see different types of fighting styles and techniques, especially with a certain someone. Also when in certain situations, when a hit is inevitable, he has been working on throwing his body back or absorbing the blow with just pulling back from the point of impact, lessening the power, but not nullifying the attack. He has a pretty good chin, for lessen face attacks would land

-Mental-
He doesn’t let many things get into his head. That would be only if the person knew his past, maybe but other than that, he can be as cool as the other side of the pillow. His mental state in fighting isn’t erratic, its more calm and serene, giving all the fights he been in beforehand. His experience allow himself to feel confidence in himself and what he capable to do in a fight. When knowing he fighting another human being, they would have the same flaws and weaknesses that anyone would have. He is perceptive but only if he has time to study his opponent, meaning, longer the fight, the more time he can get a bead on them. As boxing, he can have weird way of striking but he also uses feints, and sways to confuse the opponent as much as possible.

-Physical-
He is not a machine so his endurance is not unlimited. After a good blow or two in the body his fatigue would show if he didn’t have a minute to breathe and assess the situation. He can also lose to relying on the “Absorbing Blows” technique too much in which the attacks can stack and add itself on once a good shot is landed on the same place. The main thing is that his guard is mostly for his torso, but only mostly SMART and PERCEPTIVE combatants are able to tell that he would be guarding there mostly. It due to his confidence in his chin and his swaying to get away. He can get cocky at some points and would go for something “overextending” which could open him up for a counter-punch. The window would be small, but it can be done, but if it fails, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. But in that aspect, he would rather be in close, because he is near-sighted. Fighting at certain distance can mess up his depth reception.

-Mental-
Mostly mental weaknesses are for people that have issues, well… he does but its not like in realm of mental illness. One of his main weaknesses would be that he could be his naivety. After knocking down an opponent, he wouldn’t go to kick them while they are down or the like. He was taught traditionally in both his arts. So in some cause he would be respectful, but in the wrong times. Certain tactics do disrupt him and tends to break his focus. Dirty tactics and odd fighting style(s) even a weird punch/kick at the right moment tends to throw him for a loop as well. But in those cases, his mental fortitude helps him to grasp the situation, and recover before the gap in judgment could do big damage.


Most of the past is irrelevant. Of how I was born and how I grew up from being in my parents' care which was nice. My father kicked major ass being a mercenary for the US government and my mother was a very good Singer, she was well known in Japan and also Korea as great ballet singer and also singing coach. Both their families didn’t like their joining… of course more after my dad died. Well that was due from what my father’s side thought that she was the reason he died. He was taking a very risky contracts to get more money to feel us… which, sucks but he was willing to provide, which I can say for most of the dead beats. But of course my mother’s side blamed them back, due to my mother’s grief, when losing dad she moved to America. Away from her family, away from her job, and away from the singing that she loved so much. I mean, I was sad when I was only kid in my elementary class without both parents coming to pick me up… or being at parent-teacher conferences. But she did damn good for what she had, and she never complained… not. Once. But working double shifts did take its toll on her, she fell asleep with the stove on… and a oven towel was too close to the flames… I was at school.

A hour and forty-five minutes later, I get a call. She was late. I was sitting in the office as people was trying to call her to find out where she is and they did… moments before finding out she was dead from inhaling too much smoke and three degree burns… She was making my favorite meal. Six years old and having no parents sucks. Suck more that I was able to know only one grave… My old man could be buried in sand if anything, hopefully, but that would be too optimistic for a child who lost his parents before reaching the age of eight. New family came into my life around this time, from my father’s side, his sister… Very. Bitter. Sister. So bitter than I was only adopted, so she would get extra money for the government for me. Makes sense now that I think about it. Well, this was my time with them, and shit that makes me who I am. Well for one, they at least feed me and clothed me, the least they could have fucking did. They already had a child who only two years old than me, he was fucking prince of the house. He couldn’t do no wrong, and I blamed for everything… So to avoid that, I just never came home on time… and the little bullshit allowance they gave me for lunch, I used to go to Karate classes. I know what you thinking… How could some kid afford Karate classes probably getting 10-15 dollars a week? Easy. One, four time ten for the month, equals forty. Classes for the month was 55... Well that doesn’t add up right? Well that’s another thing, I was doing something else on the side to get money. Hustling… And not I wasn’t dealing dope or anything. I was smart, I wanted to be strong like my dad, and I thought learn martial arts would be the key. And when a test came up, I studied hard, harder than anyone, and I just gave my answers for money. Simple. My brain got me more money, but I guess that is where I went wrong at… Or right if it’s a different point of view.

I kept learning and kept hustling, until I wanted more. So I thought up different ways to hustle. Need info on a girl you wanted to date, I was your Private Inspector. Needed dirty on a random dork to have over them forever… Or until the end school, sure. Blackmail, Bribing, loan sharking… Threatening… I was pretty lean kid entering junior year, training and all. Hell, I even got money from the Prince of the house, my eyes are most keen when someone is doing something dumb, like having a pot stash somewhere mind numbing easy to find or the like. Well the hustle was good, until someone stupid had to mess it up but coming directly to the house… Ask for me in some weird code… And now they think I am a drug dealer. Great. Once those connections dwindled, and also being watched like a hawk, I resorted to one of my other skills. But that was only to help when out of nowhere, my family left. Walked into the house, no one was home, and I was alone… Once again. And as child services was trying to find me, I left, I knew what happened to kids in the system, especially as old as myself. Twelve years old and no where to go I found this Gym, I picked the lock, I learned from the internet and stayed there. But then I found myself being woken up by a bell sound, it was the owner of the place. Mid-thirties guy, built like a house, his muscle like they was put together with concrete. He was going to kick me out, but I told him my story… Crying like a bubbling idiot, he let me stay. And I changed my last name… For reasons of course. And I also met a girl who came in the Gym often enough. And her name was… Cereza

After being there for as long as I was, I created a bond with her. First she didn’t know me from a hole in a wall, but then, she was a person who would call me friend and that was after years of knowing her. But you see, for the way she was I didn’t mind that. At least I was as close as I can be with her, compared to family. And funny thing… I needed more friends, but then I found a gang. A gang that was more quirky than I realized but they admired the skills and traits I had. And with that… Here we are now, I was send to PHS 552 under my new name to at least continue my education. “A smart man win more battles than most who can just swing their fists.” Those words I can take to bank for what I have been doing. So now, I wonder how much I can get from this place…?