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Mark, the Unremarkable

Do I know you from somewhere..?

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Jerico Do'Lantul

Description

Standing at about 5'10", he is of average height. Everything about him seems remarkably unremarkable, to the point where one might question whether or not he was a person, at all..
As of the Lt. "Ironhand" Straken character arc, he has changed his appearence. He now wears his hair shorter, and wears more rugged, military-style clothing.
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Personality

Real name Mark Sellers, but rarely, if ever, uses this name. Instead, he goes by a variety of fake names, sometimes using as many as three in a single outing. In spite of all appearences, Mark carries with him a dark secret that only a few in the entire multiverse know; Mark is an assassin. One of the best, in reality, in the fact that he has never been caught in all of his many years of activity. This may be due, in part, to the fact that Mark posseses a special ability unlike any other; the ability to, for lack of a better term, be unremarkable. For reasons unknown, Mark's face is just the perfect ballence between handsome, enough so that people will trust him, and generic, to the point that one will never be able to place his name with his face. This goes beyond an ordinary play on the fickle minds of sentient beings, however. It doesn't matter if you're the most intelligent, memory-bound individual in the entire multiverse. You will never remember Mark's face. Even within moments of losing sight of Mark, many have reported being unable to pick him out of the crowd.Even in pictures, Mark will be unrecogniseable. In a side-by-side comparrison, it MAY be possible to identify him, but this would be a stretch. It is highly suspected that Mark has some innate ability to make his face change, over time, enough to where one would never know it was him. This is a fallacy. In truth, it is the person's mind, itself, which plays tricks. The contours of his face trigger no residual memories to be stored in one's brain, meaning that no memories will be triggered by simply seeing his face. The only way that one is able to remember Mark is if he reminds them of the name he gave them.

An example is the only way to aptly explain.

Suppose Mark comes across and attractive woman. They strike up a conversation, in which Mark introduces himself as "Steven". One he and the woman part ways, all memories of Mark's face will leave her mind, and she will, ultimately, forget him. Now, let's say they meet, again, the next day. The woman's brain will struggle to place Mark's face with past events, but, because Mark's face doesn't trigger residual memories, she will fail to remember him or anything they shared the previous day. However, if Mark reminds her of the name that he gave the previous day, "Steven", her mind will be able to compensate from having no memory of his face and will, instead, work off of the name. Only through this method are people able to remember Mark.

There is, however, one exception.

If Mark were to, for whatever reason, give one his true name, this ability becomes moot. Knowing Mark's true name makes one able to remember Mark's face, because he is being genuine, for a change. Once he had given his true name, he will be fully open and honest with that person, to whatever end. Even after Mark leaves, his face will remain in that person's memories. There is no going back from this, once it has been set into motion. As of yet, only four people have ever known Mark's true name. His parents, sister, and his employer. His parents are dead, and his sister's whereabouts remain unknown. His employer, name unknown, works descretely as he commands thousands of assassins all across the multiverse.

Equipment

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Carries a Sig Sauer 226 at all times, but will not use it unless absolutely neccesary. Ussually tucked into the back of his pants, though he will, occasionally, wear a holster on his leg. This will, usually, only be when on the job.

NOTE: As a result of several run-in's with men and women of the vampiric persuasion, he has seen fit to carry custom-made silver bullets on his person, at all times. The base and tips of these rounds are standard lead composition, but the outermost layer is silver, which is enough to cause great harm to most any vampire.

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A hidden blade is worn beneath the sleeve of his left arm.

NOTE: as a result of several run-in's with men and women of the vampiric persuasion, he has added silver engravings to the flat sides of the blade. Though the edges are still hardened steel, once the blade enters a vampires body, so too, will the silver, which will serve to cause great damage to most any vampire.

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Small, balenced throwing knives, usually worn strapped around his chest. Accessible by unbuttoning one of the middle buttons of his shirt. Not visible from without.

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Flies a ship know as The Resonance. It is a long-range fighter modified to withstand Slipspace travel. It's cargo bay was filled with the core needed to power the Slipspace Drivers, making it rather heavy and cumbersome. It is primarily used as a means of travel, and not as an actuall fighter, as it was originally intended. Seats two people, the pilot and the gunner/bomber, though there is never a payload onboard, any longer.

History

Not much is known of Mark Sellers. Everything one might glean from a conversation with him has been forgotten mere moments later. it is common knowledge, however, that he works for a man who command several thousand assassins all across the Multiverse. It is said that he has sent one of his best to Wing City to complete an unknown task. Mark Sellers is that man, and will stop at nothing untill his task is complete.

So begins...

Mark, the Unremarkable's Story

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Mark, the Unremarkable returns her nod and spoke, as well. "This is Captain Grisham. General Straken is making an attempt to flee the area. He is currently on a motorcycle-class vehicle, but the compound is locked down. His odds of escape are dubious, at best." He turns and heads into the building. For this to work, he would have to stay as far away from Admiral Boeing and his men as possible. He heads for the 20th floor of the main building, and enters a vacant office to watch what went on from the window. He could see just about everything that took place on the compound, from here.

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Mark, the Unremarkable pulls up a chair from the corner of the room as he spots the Saving Grace, breaking atmosphere high above. He sighs. No doubt, someone on board would know that he, Captain Grisham, did not exist. Hopefully, it wouldn't go much further than that. He pulls out a pair of binoculars to keep a close eye on the proceedings. The Saving Grace would begin landing proceedures in the Parade Grounds, as Merceigh's soldiers stand clear.

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Mark, the Unremarkable chimes in. "Sir! He's in the main building. 45th floor. He and his regiment as probably holeing up, there, in preparation for a final stand."

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(Bah. I have to get going. NOTHING happens, at this point, alright? It's been a pleasure, and we'll finish this next week. Have a good weekend, everyone.)

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Mark, the Unremarkable had chosen to sit in the corner just to the right of the front entrance. From here, he had watched Merceigh come into the room, but had been unseen, by her. For a time, he simply sat and watched her. How she moved. Her body language. Her rate of breathing. Simply studying her, Mark remained silent, as would a photographer, documenting a lioness. Merceigh seemed very worn down. She had every right to be. A lot had happened, and she had remained standing through it all; the assault on the base, Straken's assault on her, as well as countless other battles, in which men and women who had been as a family to her had died right in front of her. Truely extrordinary, was the woman who now sat at the counter. Mark remains where he is, for the time being, content to let her have a moment's rest. What he had to say to her would not be easy for her to process.

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Mark, the Unremarkable smiles slightly, to himself before rising from his seat. "If only it were so easy.." He makes his way towards her. "I had half expected you to be on some kind of leave. with what you've been through, you deserve as much." He sighs as he takes a seat next to her, staring forward as he sets both hands on the counter. He was wearing civilian clothes, albeit more rugged than was the norm, for him. He had changed, somewhat. His hair was cropped closer, now, and didn't drop around his eyes. He looked more like a soldier, now, than he had when impersonating a Captain. He turns his head to look over at her. "How have you been, Miss Gabriel?"

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Mark, the Unremarkable lowers his gaze, slightly. "Merceigh.." He breathes her name, barely audiable. He turns from her and sighs, slightly. "Things could be better. I'll admit. Life.. my life.. has been turned upside down by all of this. I never.. never expected any of this to happen, and I'm sorry.. for getting you involved. I can't begin to imagine how you can just sit there and speak so casually to the man who put you through everything you and your regiment has had to suffer through." He stops himself before continueing on too far.

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Mark, the Unremarkable blinks as the strange fellow rises from behind the counter. It was a wonder he hadn't been detected, before. Knowing Gambit's, though, he had probably fallen asleep in a drunken stupor. This man was, in all likelyhood, a drunk, and of no consequence to Mark. As such, he chose to avoid the man's gaze, and resond in a droll. "No assassinz, 'ere.. ye'd best be on yer way, bub." He turns back towards Merceigh and continues in hushed tones. "We'd best save this conversation for later. Prying eyes and ears, and all that." He couldn't bring himself to trust anyone. Knowing that his employer probably wanted him dead, now, this man could tip off someone to his location, later, should he be confronted by an actual assassin.

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*responded in a droll

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Mark, the Unremarkable nods, raising his voice so that the 'assassin' could hear. "Soundz gud, to me.." He would rise from his seat, faking a drunken stumble as he turns for the door. He half-waves to the man at the counter. "S'long.."

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Mark, the Unremarkable wouldn't be remembered by the assassin, in a few minutes.

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Mark, the Unremarkable sighs as he drops the drunken act almost immediately, turning to her for a moment. "Good work, picking up on the act, so quickly." He takes a seat, nearby, but doesn't say anything, just yet. He was still trying to decide how to proceed.

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Mark, the Unremarkable doesn't meet her gaze. He had half a mind to simply walk out. How simple would it be, to simply leave Terra, forget all of this nasty business, and start anew? Damn near impossible, he concluded. His employer had his real name, meaning it was only a matter of time before he was able to find him purely through video surveilance. He knew all of Mark's passports, his currency cards, everything. Is Mark so much as moved an inch, his employer would hear about it, leaving Mark with very vew options. He looks up, then, into Merceigh's eyes. "I.. have something I need to tell you, Merceigh."

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Mark, the Unremarkable leans forward, his fingers interlaced, and his eyes closed. For a long moment, he would sit in quiet contemplation, alone with his own thoughts. The cieling fan above their heads would seem deafening, in the ensueing silence. Finally, he would open his eyes. "We have to leave Terra.."

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Mark, the Unremarkable rises from his seat to stand behind her, his own gaze now following hers to the men and women below, as well as to the area surrounding the compound. "I can't stay here, Merceigh.. when I failed to apprehend Straken, my employer sent out an order. With it, is a price on my head, the sum of which could buy out a small system of planets." His gaze meets hers as she watches him. "Now.. they seek, above all else, to end my own life. It would have been as simple as me leaving the system, but.." He lowers his gaze. "But, it's not so simple, now."

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Mark, the Unremarkable nods. "Yes.. in short, it's the only way I can ensure your safety.." He looks back up. "My employer knows about you.. about how I was unable to kill you. He knows that.." He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "..if he were to find some way to get to you.. that I would come out of hiding to.. to save you." He clears his throat, continuing quickly. "But, I can stop him. I can find a way to get to him, and put an end to all of this."

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Mark, the Unremarkable stands still, for a moment. He hadn't expected her to decide, so quickly. He shakes his head. "As soon as possible. For all we know, there could be men on Terra, now, looking for us." He points off to one side. "East of here, my ship waits for my return. It's equiped with Slipspace drivers, which will allow us to get out of the system, quickly." He stops and looks her in the eyes. "I wouldn't be suggesting this if there was any other way.. I hate to seperate you from your regiment.. your family, and everything you know, like this. But, if we seperate, we will only be easy targets." I don't want to lose you. Not now. Mark wouldn't say it. He couldn't. His emotions were a wreck, a direct result from the stress of the impending situation, compounded with sleep deprivation.

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Mark, the Unremarkable remains in the room, slumping back down in his chair. He buries his face in his hands. Could he really do this? Take Merceigh away from everything, like this? Surely, her regiment could protect them.. They could keep only those who they trusted nearby.. they could stop accepting new recruits.. they could seal off the base.. They could totally hole up, dig in, and make a life for themselves, on the base.. No. No. No. No. None of it would work. As easy as it had been for Mark to infiltrate Straken's regiment, the same would happen with Merceigh's. Hell, it could have already happened. No matter how tight they made security, no matter how well they locked it down, and no matter how well they trusted the men inside, the assassins would find a way.. as had he. This truely was for the best, and Mark had to recognise it. That didn't mean his had to like it. And it didn't mean he didn't hate himself all the more, for it..

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Mark, the Unremarkable takes a deep breath before looking up. "Alright." He said plainly. "We make for the Wing City Gardens, to the east. At the very edge, is The Resonance, my ship. We can talk more, en route."