Who am I?
Born in the place of O'ahu,an air force base
A comedy gamer, a inspiring gamer.
When I started I was alone
joined Youtube May 26,2012
studied to become a biomedical engineer
dropped out of college to pursue my YouTube career
Enjoying life on the internet.
Comedy Gamer with 11.2 million subscribers
Generous Youtuber done many charity livestreams donating to charities
I am just a normal person
But everyone sees me as a Hero
Time Line of Markiplier
- 28 Jun 1989--Mark was born, in Hawaii.
- 19 Apr 1990--Mark moved to MURICA Ohioalong with his brother Thomas, and his parents.
- 31 Dec 1990--Mark loved this game console, because he'd always play on it when his parents were fighting. It also helped him bond with his brother.
- 20 Apr 1992--He broke his arm on the monkey bars. He wasn't exactly a super smart kid.
- 20 Apr 1994--Sadly Mark's parents divorced, but his father eventually found Dee.
- 20 Apr 2000--Graduated from highschool.
- 20 Apr 2001--
- Mark read a letter that his Father gave him and after seeing it he knew his dad got cancer
- 20 Apr 2006--
- Markiplier had a VERY hard time choosing between doing what he wanted to or engineering, but he looked to his heart and he knew that he wanted to play games.
- 20 Apr 2007--
- In the middle of the night Mark hears his mom scream and sees his father on the ground. He was able to say "I love you so much"
- 20 Apr 2009--
- He had a fight about his girlfriend, who left him eventually, and he was kicked out, then he was fired.
- 20 Apr 2009--
- He had delt with the pain sooooo much that his body couldn't handle it and so while he was at the hospital he thought he could do better with his life, so he started gaming!
- 20 Apr 2009--
- Markiplier finally started his gaming career.
- 28 Jun 2012--
- First vlog on the new channel
- 20 Dec 2014--Got 5 million subscribers
- 7 Feb 2015--
- Update sketch comedy
- 20 Feb 2015--6 Million fans
- 21 Mar 2015--
- He is in the hospital
- 5 Apr 2015--He is back for making videos
- 20 Apr 2015--
- How much he has changed from his first picture and have7 Million Subscribers
- 21 Apr 2015--continuing to make videos
HaiKu
Markimoo's HaiKu
Mark is a Legend
inspiered lots of peaople
My Truly hero
Mark is a Leader
Donated lots of money
My Truly Leader
Mark is a Leader
Donated lots of money
My Truly Leader
Bio Poem
Mark is a beautiful person
A true hero
Races through the finish line
Kite that never drops
Infinite happiness
Physical muscular
Laughter indeed he was
Inspirational leader
Effective user
Running into loads
Published work about markiplier
Markiplier x Deaf!Reader: See What I'm Saying
So many things surrounded you. People and costumes and booths. You loved panels like these.
Unfortunately, you hated this one. Mostly because you didn't have your hearing aids with you this time.
You were deaf, or at least partially deaf. You had a cochlear implant, but because you knew it'd be too loud for your taste most of the time, you got an interpreter instead to sign in ASL what was happening everywhere else, leaving your aids in your purse until it got a little bit quieter. Sometimes, well, you hated not being able to hear well. You couldn't read lips, and you couldn't talk without hearing yourself.
Plus, of course, many people were bound to make fun of you and your interpreter.
You felt a bump on your shoulder, causing you to look back at who the culprit was. They turned, their lips moved, but you simply turned to your signer to see he was apologising.
"It's fine," you signed. The man walked forward. Oh...
Oh.
It was him. It was Markiplier. And he looked curious.
"Are you deaf?" he asked, facing you, but through the interpreter.
"Yeah, but I have hearing aids," you replied. "It's too loud in here for them, though."
"Don't you... I mean, is it hard to get around?"
"Not really." Another person bumped into you, causing you to probably sigh loudly, though you weren't sure. "Why?"
"I don't know. I'm not saying you're really disabled or anything, but maybe you could use some help." You bit your lip. Markiplier and the deaf chick. It sounded like a bad band name.
"Is it okay with you?" you asked your interpreter.
"I'm here for you," she signed back. "Besides, I watch him sometimes, too." You laughed, feeling it in your stomach.
"I'd really appreciate it," you told Mark. Mark grinned and stepped to your side.
"This way, ma'am," he said, leading you towards whatever booth you wanted to go to.
That was last year.
This year was going to be your second year going to a Markiplier panel. Same interpreter, no hearing aids until you were safe at the panel, yet again, and most likely more shoving around. You stood outside the building.
"You think he's inside already?" you asked her. She shrugged.
"He might be," she replied. She didn't seem so sure, but she was, in fact excited. You had made the grand choice to befriend her, so it was comfortable to sign everything to her often.
Tap, tap on your shoulder. You turned.
Of course. It was Markiplier. He grinned. But he didn't speak. He signed.
"I remember you from the last panel," he said. "I helped you around. You gave a surprised look to your interpreter.
"When did you learn ASL?" you asked incredulously.
"If you watched a couple of my vlogs after the last panel I did, I said that I was doing a couple activities on the side. ASL was one of them." He shrugged. "I hope I'm not too bad at it, I've only been at it for a year." You watched his hands, fluent and moving easily.
"You're really good for only a year. You could be an interpreter if you practiced."
"Thanks." It was still for a moment. "I'm not sure if you need help walking around this time, but I'm here if you do." You looked to your interpreter, who nodded a yes, before you nodded to Mark.
"That would be really, really awesome," you signed all too quickly, maybe too fast for Mark to catch.
"Again?" was the appropriate response he gave.
"See what I'm saying," you said, then held up a hand. You reached into your purse, you grabbed your hearing aids and set them up to connect to your cochlear implant. The world instantly became noise-filled and a bit loud. "I would love to hang out, Mark," you said, voice and all. Mark's grin widened as you disconnected your wire and the world went quiet again.
"This way, ma'am," he signed, very regal-like, which was probably how he had said it last time. You grinned, nodding yes as you were lead unity the building.
Markiplier and the deaf chick. Yeah. It could work.
My comments: This was actually touching looking at a article which is wrote by a person that has hearing aids and was inspired by markiplier. it was meaningful. I think he tought me and this person that never stay in one shape.I love this article
Unfortunately, you hated this one. Mostly because you didn't have your hearing aids with you this time.
You were deaf, or at least partially deaf. You had a cochlear implant, but because you knew it'd be too loud for your taste most of the time, you got an interpreter instead to sign in ASL what was happening everywhere else, leaving your aids in your purse until it got a little bit quieter. Sometimes, well, you hated not being able to hear well. You couldn't read lips, and you couldn't talk without hearing yourself.
Plus, of course, many people were bound to make fun of you and your interpreter.
You felt a bump on your shoulder, causing you to look back at who the culprit was. They turned, their lips moved, but you simply turned to your signer to see he was apologising.
"It's fine," you signed. The man walked forward. Oh...
Oh.
It was him. It was Markiplier. And he looked curious.
"Are you deaf?" he asked, facing you, but through the interpreter.
"Yeah, but I have hearing aids," you replied. "It's too loud in here for them, though."
"Don't you... I mean, is it hard to get around?"
"Not really." Another person bumped into you, causing you to probably sigh loudly, though you weren't sure. "Why?"
"I don't know. I'm not saying you're really disabled or anything, but maybe you could use some help." You bit your lip. Markiplier and the deaf chick. It sounded like a bad band name.
"Is it okay with you?" you asked your interpreter.
"I'm here for you," she signed back. "Besides, I watch him sometimes, too." You laughed, feeling it in your stomach.
"I'd really appreciate it," you told Mark. Mark grinned and stepped to your side.
"This way, ma'am," he said, leading you towards whatever booth you wanted to go to.
That was last year.
This year was going to be your second year going to a Markiplier panel. Same interpreter, no hearing aids until you were safe at the panel, yet again, and most likely more shoving around. You stood outside the building.
"You think he's inside already?" you asked her. She shrugged.
"He might be," she replied. She didn't seem so sure, but she was, in fact excited. You had made the grand choice to befriend her, so it was comfortable to sign everything to her often.
Tap, tap on your shoulder. You turned.
Of course. It was Markiplier. He grinned. But he didn't speak. He signed.
"I remember you from the last panel," he said. "I helped you around. You gave a surprised look to your interpreter.
"When did you learn ASL?" you asked incredulously.
"If you watched a couple of my vlogs after the last panel I did, I said that I was doing a couple activities on the side. ASL was one of them." He shrugged. "I hope I'm not too bad at it, I've only been at it for a year." You watched his hands, fluent and moving easily.
"You're really good for only a year. You could be an interpreter if you practiced."
"Thanks." It was still for a moment. "I'm not sure if you need help walking around this time, but I'm here if you do." You looked to your interpreter, who nodded a yes, before you nodded to Mark.
"That would be really, really awesome," you signed all too quickly, maybe too fast for Mark to catch.
"Again?" was the appropriate response he gave.
"See what I'm saying," you said, then held up a hand. You reached into your purse, you grabbed your hearing aids and set them up to connect to your cochlear implant. The world instantly became noise-filled and a bit loud. "I would love to hang out, Mark," you said, voice and all. Mark's grin widened as you disconnected your wire and the world went quiet again.
"This way, ma'am," he signed, very regal-like, which was probably how he had said it last time. You grinned, nodding yes as you were lead unity the building.
Markiplier and the deaf chick. Yeah. It could work.
My comments: This was actually touching looking at a article which is wrote by a person that has hearing aids and was inspired by markiplier. it was meaningful. I think he tought me and this person that never stay in one shape.I love this article
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