"I smell a storm comin'. Ain't gonna be no small one, neither."
Personality: Marcus is a serious man by nature, never taking the opprotunity to make a joke. He's hardened and cold to things like humor, but he houses a compassion for the weak in his heart, and harbors a very moral sense of justice in his mind. To Marcus, nothing is as important as a man's freedom, and no raider, monster, or other work of nature is going to impede on that. Marcus hates raiders and supermutants, and has a prejudice against ghouls as he doesn't trust them at all. They're all zombies to him.
Interactions with others: Marcus isn't a people person per se, meaning, he doesn't like being followed helplessly by some random wanderer. He prefers to go it alone, dealing with things his way without worry of a casualty. That isn't to say he's not a smooth talker. Marcus can talk himself into and out of just about anything.
Likes: Guns, penguins, alone time, good whiskey, the sound a raider's brains make when they splatter on the ground, quiet, peeled seedless oranges
Dislikes: Incessant noise, raiders, ghouls, supermutants, cats, lack of sleep, the fact that he might need help
Allegiance: Revivalist Army
Sexuality: Straight
Weakness: His own stubbornness and pride. Compassion could be counted as a weakness in some cases.
Habits: Strokes his beard when in thought and palms his face when in frustration.
Addictions: Whiskey
Karma: Neutral
Weapons: M4-A1 Assault Rifle w/ Foregrip and Scope
.44 Magnum Revolver
Combat Knife
Frag Grenade x2
Items: Purified Water x2
Stimpack x3
Iguana bits
Caps x20
Perks:
Lady Killer
Commando
Gunslinger
Ninja
Jury Rigging
History: Marcus was originally from the crumbling wastes of Georgia, living in the reconstructed slums of Atlanta until, at nineteen, he decided to move west. Armed with his knife and daddy's old pistol, he set out on one of the longest treks of his life. He eventually wound up in the northern parts of Texas, where commerce and bustling business was the norm. Marcus figured he could get used to being out here, making a living off of the place. With the little caps he had in his pocket, he figured these big city fantasies of his would carry him to higher places.
However, he soon found life here a bit more real than he dreamed. His money was gone, he was running low on supplies, and had no means to make any more of either. Stealing was about all he could do to live. He stole from houses, stores, and even pickpocketed people from behind their blind backs. It wasn't until he was caught stealing by a man named Skull that his life turned an interesting turn. Instead of killing the boy, Skull made him a proposition: use his skills for a better cause. This offer inadvertently led to Marcus' enlistment in the Revivalist Army, a secret army dedicated to the reconstruction of the wasteland. Of course, people would oppose the Army, so Marcus was trained to his physical limit to repel any and all opposition.
When he finally turned twenty-five, Marcus was admitted into the Gunslinger Regiment, a faction of the Revivalist Army trained heavily in the art of warfare. He was a real prodigy with all sorts of weapons, and his stealth skills he adopted as a thief paid off in his execution of sneaking and knife techniques. Marcus proved to be a true warrior, braving the harshest conditions to become the man he turned into. The experience made him hardened, and combat made him cold. It was after the death of Skull at the hands of a supermutant called Torn that Marcus decided to head north to the Tornado Alley Wasteland, following a lead that Torn was there.
Occupation: Revivalist Army Gunslinger
Marital status: Single
Family: Father/Ethan Draves (Status Unknown)
Mother/Sarah Drave (Status Unknown)
Mentor, Commander, Friend/Skull (Deceased)