Marcus Tate
Witchslayer, Avowed, Oathkeeper, Immortal, Mortal Blade
Height: 5'10â (7'1â in armor)
Weight: 221lbs (347lbs in armor)
Handedness: Right
Age: 156
Occupation: Paranormal Bounty Hunter (Witchhunter)
Marital Status: Widower (Twice)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Marcus Tate has presented but one appearance to all he meets, and that is the face of his powered armor and the cloak he wears over it. Dull green and brown metal, the occasional hose and cable bundle, the faceplate of his helm appearing to either smile or grimace, depending on the viewer. His figure is one of hulking size, the bulky armor he wears giving him the cast of a giant of a man. Underneath his cloak is an array of weapons that are at the same time, arcane and advanced. Wooden stakes set alongside folding shuriken with edged blades of silver, an augmented war-axe slung on the opposite hip as a massive revolver. His is a world that seems confused, until his reputation and story fall upon the ears of the beholder.
For Tate is a Witchhunter of the new age, one who has made a terrible pact. He has forsaken death itself for the sake of his craft, avowing that he shall not rest until he has cleansed the creatures of night and darkness from existence. A fool's vow, yet it has kept him alive and hale for over a century and a half, and in that time he has earned a vast amount of experience in slaying the unslayable, shattering the preconception of mortals having no place doing battle with those far more powerful than they.
For those who know of him and see him, they know to mark his slow lumber as nothing more than a charade. For his age means nothing to his health, and that the lazy strides of the armored giant can turn into a lightning surge of sudden motion.
Marcus's personality is one that leaves much to be desired, for though he does not mind company, he tends to be direct and remote, speaking more like a machine than a man. Twice a widower, he reveals that he is capable of emotion, but after such a long life of death and killing, it is unknown if he can bring himself to love anew. Even anger seems to have fled him, for his actions are done with a cool hand, his refusal to rile in the face of insults and arrogance legendary in its capacity. To most, Tate seems to be a mere shell of a man, but then he has not presented a face that is his own flesh and blood in almost a full century.
His array of weaponry and equipment with which to kill the supernatural is simply frightening in its size. See list below.
Armor of the Laughing Priest
The powered suit of armor Marcus wears has earned itself a name, it's appearance of either smiling or scowling the odd eccentricity. However, it is highly functional, the metal alloy of its making dense enough to turn enchanted blades away, blessed silver wrought in its making to make its very touch torture to the unholy. A surge current can be triggered to run through it, the fluctuation of power disruptive to supernatural powers and magic, and it magnifies the strength of the wearer by a magnitude through its gears and pistons. Sensors and augmentations enhance Tate's ability to percieve the imperceptible, as well as pick out a nonhuman from a crowd of humans with ease.
The Slayer's Tools
Tate carries the traditional array of Witchhunter tools, wooden stakes, silver crosses, holy water, rosaries, various herbs and talismans. However, he's augmented this arsenal with enhancements to his armor and armaments. He bears a massive revolver, the weapon firing supersonic shells of varying kinds, primarily UV, silver nitrate, or mass reactive explosives. On his other hip is slung a modified war axe, its silver edge bearing pores to deliver a poison derived of wolfsbane and holy water. Additionally, this edge recieves of varying current of high amperage electricity at the push of a button, and vibrates at a high frequency in a direction aligned with the blade itself, thus acting like a high frequency saw. Varying other weaponry, such as an armor mounted whip, gauntlet and boot daggers, garrote, flamethrower, and even a rocket launcher with very special warheads round out his impressive arsenal.
Avowed
Marcus has made a vow to both God and Satan, one made with such faith and will that it has become far more than he imagined. He has become an immortal, and one of much more power and endurance than a normal human, capable of taking wounds that would kill a mere man outright, and fighting creatures that would have little ease overpowering him otherwise.
As far as Marcus Tate's history goes, bits and pieces are known, but most of his personal past is known only to himself. And luck to the one who tries to learn it from the source, for if one thing has not changed of the Witchhunter, it is that he is a very, very private man.
Witchslayer, Avowed, Oathkeeper, Immortal, Mortal Blade
Height: 5'10â (7'1â in armor)
Weight: 221lbs (347lbs in armor)
Handedness: Right
Age: 156
Occupation: Paranormal Bounty Hunter (Witchhunter)
Marital Status: Widower (Twice)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Marcus Tate has presented but one appearance to all he meets, and that is the face of his powered armor and the cloak he wears over it. Dull green and brown metal, the occasional hose and cable bundle, the faceplate of his helm appearing to either smile or grimace, depending on the viewer. His figure is one of hulking size, the bulky armor he wears giving him the cast of a giant of a man. Underneath his cloak is an array of weapons that are at the same time, arcane and advanced. Wooden stakes set alongside folding shuriken with edged blades of silver, an augmented war-axe slung on the opposite hip as a massive revolver. His is a world that seems confused, until his reputation and story fall upon the ears of the beholder.
For Tate is a Witchhunter of the new age, one who has made a terrible pact. He has forsaken death itself for the sake of his craft, avowing that he shall not rest until he has cleansed the creatures of night and darkness from existence. A fool's vow, yet it has kept him alive and hale for over a century and a half, and in that time he has earned a vast amount of experience in slaying the unslayable, shattering the preconception of mortals having no place doing battle with those far more powerful than they.
For those who know of him and see him, they know to mark his slow lumber as nothing more than a charade. For his age means nothing to his health, and that the lazy strides of the armored giant can turn into a lightning surge of sudden motion.
Marcus's personality is one that leaves much to be desired, for though he does not mind company, he tends to be direct and remote, speaking more like a machine than a man. Twice a widower, he reveals that he is capable of emotion, but after such a long life of death and killing, it is unknown if he can bring himself to love anew. Even anger seems to have fled him, for his actions are done with a cool hand, his refusal to rile in the face of insults and arrogance legendary in its capacity. To most, Tate seems to be a mere shell of a man, but then he has not presented a face that is his own flesh and blood in almost a full century.
His array of weaponry and equipment with which to kill the supernatural is simply frightening in its size. See list below.
Armor of the Laughing Priest
The powered suit of armor Marcus wears has earned itself a name, it's appearance of either smiling or scowling the odd eccentricity. However, it is highly functional, the metal alloy of its making dense enough to turn enchanted blades away, blessed silver wrought in its making to make its very touch torture to the unholy. A surge current can be triggered to run through it, the fluctuation of power disruptive to supernatural powers and magic, and it magnifies the strength of the wearer by a magnitude through its gears and pistons. Sensors and augmentations enhance Tate's ability to percieve the imperceptible, as well as pick out a nonhuman from a crowd of humans with ease.
The Slayer's Tools
Tate carries the traditional array of Witchhunter tools, wooden stakes, silver crosses, holy water, rosaries, various herbs and talismans. However, he's augmented this arsenal with enhancements to his armor and armaments. He bears a massive revolver, the weapon firing supersonic shells of varying kinds, primarily UV, silver nitrate, or mass reactive explosives. On his other hip is slung a modified war axe, its silver edge bearing pores to deliver a poison derived of wolfsbane and holy water. Additionally, this edge recieves of varying current of high amperage electricity at the push of a button, and vibrates at a high frequency in a direction aligned with the blade itself, thus acting like a high frequency saw. Varying other weaponry, such as an armor mounted whip, gauntlet and boot daggers, garrote, flamethrower, and even a rocket launcher with very special warheads round out his impressive arsenal.
Avowed
Marcus has made a vow to both God and Satan, one made with such faith and will that it has become far more than he imagined. He has become an immortal, and one of much more power and endurance than a normal human, capable of taking wounds that would kill a mere man outright, and fighting creatures that would have little ease overpowering him otherwise.
As far as Marcus Tate's history goes, bits and pieces are known, but most of his personal past is known only to himself. And luck to the one who tries to learn it from the source, for if one thing has not changed of the Witchhunter, it is that he is a very, very private man.
