Post by Chris Martinsson on May 6, 2012 12:12:10 GMT -5
christopher m. martinsson
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and i'm not sleeping now
----------------the dark is too hard to beat
----------------the dark is too hard to beat
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marcus - roman praenomen, or given name, which was probably derived from the name of the roman god of war, mars.
martinsson - surname of swedish origin meaning "son of martin".[/ul]
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and i'm not keeping now
-----------the strength i need to push me
-----------the strength i need to push me
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you show the lights that stop me
-------turn to stone, you shine it when i'm alone
-------turn to stone, you shine it when i'm alone
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and so i tell myself that i'll be strong
------------------------dreaming when they're gone
------------------------dreaming when they're gone
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never the most popular at school, martinsson was nonetheless respected for his quiet strength and great athletic ability. he was never on the quidditch team because he thought it was a waste of time, but he often went running and he occasionally would get permission from the headteacher to leave hogwarts ground and attend various archery, shooting, or martial arts competitions. life was, therefore, pretty happy for martinsson. a little sister had arrived while he was in his first year and being away so much meant it was hard for him to bond with her, but over the holidays he gradually came to love her very much and dany is still the most important thing to him in the world.
disaster struck during the summer between martinsson's third and fourth year. he was home babysitting dany, then three, while their parents went out to a play on the west end. martinsson stayed up long after dany had fallen asleep, getting more and more nervous as his parents failed to come home. eventually, in the early hours of the morning, a policeman appeared and informed him that his parents had been killed in a car crash when a drunken fool sped on the wrong side of the road. martinsson had to wake up dany and they were both carted off to the police station to be watched while the policemen contacted the next of kin. the next day, their grandparents moved in, and the reality of the situation hit martinsson. he never cried, but he became more reserved than ever, and his life gained a new kind of quiet purpose - he was determined to become as skilled as possible so as to find and kill the man who was responsible for his parents' deaths. he did so with fervour, spending most of his free time even at school training, practising, determined to be great at whatever he tried.
upon graduation three years later, martinsson found himself a little lost. he knew he wanted to keep training, but to what end? he needed to make some money to support himself, and he wanted to send some back to his grandparents who are still responsible for his little sister. the answer was found for him, however - a man in very plain, smart muggle attire cornered him after he won another archery competition and took him to the department of mysteries in the ministry of magic. there, after being warned that if he turned down the job offer he would be obliviated so as to have no memory of the encounter, he was offered a job with the department.
they called it a different name but it didn't take an enormous leap for martinsson to work out that what they essentially wanted was the wizarding equivalent of a spy, with a bit of assassin mixed in. thinking that no job would fit his particular skill set quite so well, martinsson agreed readily and began his training almost immediately, joined before long by his best friends from school - ironically, since he'd been worried about losing touch with them, getting the job just cemented their friendship further. he rose through the ranks quickly and became a well-respected agent, and although he can't tell anybody exactly what he does and why he often has to leave the country at very short notice for long periods of time, his other friends know that he's extremely good at what he does and, well, if they notice that when he comes back from an extended trip looking a bit thin and battered there is often news of prize information concerning a foreign enemy coming to light or a prominent figure dead far away, they don't say anything.
martinsson knows that he wants to stay in the field - he's refused further promotion on the grounds that he'd hate to be stuck behind a desk. however, his brilliance means that he gets entrusted with most of the most important (and dangerous) missions these days - and it also means that his superiors are more forgiving than they would be with a less brilliant agent when they find him asleep in his office yet again, or when he pitches up to a briefing thoroughly hungover after a night out drinking with lidia and christian. his sardonic humour and no-nonsense attitude makes him popular amongst his co-workers, and he might be quiet but he is always on-hand with a sarcastic quip when the situation is looking tough.[/ul]
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'cause they're calling, calling, calling
------------------------me home. calling, calling, calling home
------------------------me home. calling, calling, calling home
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lights, lights, lights, lights
------------------------lights, lights, lights, light
------------------------lights, lights, lights, light