Post by Marcus Grant on Sept 2, 2010 22:10:35 GMT -5
Marcus Grant
Full Name- SSgt Marcus Tobias Grant III, USMC
Gender- Male.
Age- 26
Date of Birth- August 23rd, 1985
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Camp Leatherneck, Helmand Province, Afghanistan (initial location), later Las Vegas, Nevada; also transient.
Celebrity Claim- (character's play by) Tatum, Channing
What should we call you?- Laz/Zack
Play anyone else?- Adrian Kilvayne
Have You Read the Rules?- Sly is the best cat EVAR.
Personality-
Marcus is a former Marine, recently having ended his tour in Afghanistan. He is dutiful and respectful at all times. He respects authority and hierarchy. He sees the new world of the special as a dangerous world, a chaotic world that needs to have a force to create and impose a strong order. Because of this worldview, he turns his military mind to the end of finding a way of controlling the specials.
His personal feelings are subverted to the needs of the mission he has been given and he will see it through to the end. He has difficulty relating to people in a casual sense, but has great skill with handling people professionally. This is due to his serious attitude, and uncompromising drive. He strives to maintain great discipline.
Marcus is used to working in the grey areas, morally speaking, but he has an ethical viewpoint that is strong despite that. His ethics are essentially related to his concept of honor. He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal or mission objective. Marcus is kind enough in his personal life, but there is a general coldness that underlies his external face of the heroic soldier. Details are essential to Marcus, as little details can change everything.
He is a lonely person, secretly having to cope with his experiences in the recent wars overseas. He doesn't show the inner struggle, but instead tries to convey an image of stoic strength. Friends and family are the world to him, having been raised with working class values. He views his friends and family as a tribe, and he is a defender of his tribe. He will often become enraged at any perceived slight to his family or friends.
Marcus has a code of honor he follows. It holds the following principals as the most important rules to live by: Obey your superiors, respect others, don't harm the defenseless without just cause, loyalty is a virtue, remain honest in all things, defend your own to the death, and stand with courage to the last breath.
Likes-
- Sports
- Hard Rock
- Organization
- Guns
- Dogs
Dislikes-
- Disorganization
- Cats
- Intellectuals
- Admitting he's wrong
- Insults to his family and friends
Strengths-
- Discipline
- Professionalism
- Loyalty
- Sensible
- Devoted to a code of honor
Weaknesses-
- Unforgiving.
- Uncompromising.
- Loses his temper when someone insults his family and friends.
- Narrow minded.
- Suppresses emotions.
Skills-
- Combat training and experience as a Marine
- Marksmanship
- Survival skills
Flaws-
- Chronic nightmares about his experience in combat.
- Tobacco addiction
- Underlying his desire to control his world is a deep hubris that he knows what the world needs.
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
(Civilian)
Combat Training: Marcus was trained in field tactics, and mission protocol as a Marine. He has also had much experience putting this training into practice, as he is a seasoned combat veteran, having served tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Survival Skills: Marcus has been trained in wilderness survival, covering a variety of environments, from arctic to desert terrain. He knows how to build improvised shelters, forage and hunt for food, find water sources, and has a mastery of navigational orientation.
Marksmanship: Marcus is a skilled sharpshooter, and trained in the use of several firearms, from sniper rifles, to handguns, and of course assault rifles. He is not however, a sniper primarily, but rather has a general mastery of weapons.
Limits-
As a civilian, he has no powers to use in a fight with a hostile special. All he has are his guns, and tactical training. He is a capable fist fighter, but his strength is limited to that of a fit man of his age. He can only move as fast as any other fit and young man. To make a long list short, his physical limits are the greatest limits he has.
Appearance-
Marcus prefers a military haircut, and to remain clean shaven. He is approximately six feet tall, and is built like a warrior. He was worked hard for years in the USMC, and because of this, he has managed to be in great physical shape, and possesses a good deal of athleticism. He has blue eyes, and dusty brown hair.
Marcus wears crisp, well maintained clothing, regardless of what particular fashion he is in. His casual flavor tends toward the mainstream, and reflects his background in the military and as a good 'ol boy in the southern Midwest. In formal wear, he either wears his dress uniform (in a military situation), or a well maintained suit.
Faction- Neutral, Company (pending approval/acceptance)
Birthplace- Kansas City, Missouri
Mother- Susan Grant, 50, housewife, civilian.
Father- Marcus Tobias Grant II, 48, retired Air Force colonel, civilian.
Siblings- n/a
History-
Born to a working class family in Kansas City, MO, Marcus was raised on a mix of Middle American and Southern values, and thus became drawn to the military, to serve the country he deeply loves. His family had been traditionally involved in military service of one kind or the other.
Growing up, he was an avid football player and a skilled athlete. He wasn't the star player, but he knew it wasn't about that. It was about teamwork, and achieving the goal. Everyone was needed, and everyone was expected to work for the win. In high school he was an average student, but he was more interested in other pursuits.
Upon graduating, he enlisted in the USMC, and entered basic training. Upon completion of basic training, he was shipped off to Iraq, and was stationed there during the hunt for the Hussein regime fugitives, and for much of the fighting against the Insurgency.
He had also served tours in Afghanistan, fighting against the Taliban. His military career has been longer than he had intended, but it draws to a close. On one patrol recently, he encountered a squad of enemy soldiers who changed everything for him. His unit was near the Pakistani border, looking for Taliban strong holds, when something unexpected happened. A strike force of Taliban guerrillas had come upon their position and they hit Marcus' men hard. Not with bullets or RPGs but superhuman abilities that devastated his men. He was lucky. or maybe skilled, but he made it out alive that day, with a new purpose in his mind. He was going to make the world safe from these people, and the things they could do.
He received several commendations for his actions during this incident, but he would always remember the horror of his men being fried with electricity. Of seeing a man explode, several times to re-form and do it all again. The terror that had been caused by a man who could manipulate minds. And there was the worse, the man who could crush vital organs with a thought. With his tour ending, Marcus is looking for someone who understands his concerns for the future, in a world where such things exist.
Anything else?- nope.
Sample RP-
SSgt Marcus Grant III of the United States Marine Corps stood on the precipice of entering the private sector. In thirty days he would be heading home to Kansas City, Missouri, and he would need a job. They had pressured him to reenlist, but he felt a higher calling. The incident with the so called "specials" had altered the very course of his destiny. He couldn't just go back to the way it was. The threat was beyond a rough and mountainous country, the threat was growing the world over. Worse, it was growing at home. It needed to be contained, for the safety of his family.
He was intent on following his new mission. He would seek allies, and build a coalition, an organization to do what needed to be done. Assuming there wasn't such a thing already. He had horrible nightmares since the incident, and a growing dread that one of them might hurt those he loved. Marcus, had very little time to really muse on the deeper issues here, though, because at the moment he was in a firefight. RPGs and snipers were making his day hell. He had his own tricks though, and he was just biding his time, and trying to set up a tactical advantage. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of a way to do that.
He was lucky today, because in came the cavalry as he thought it was all over. It looked like some snipers on his side had come to join the fun, and they picked off the enemies rather quickly.
Deus ex machina, he thought watching the skilled sharpshooters at their work. They said in Lit class to avoid it, but in real life it was a damn good thing.
"Thank you," he whispered to the men who couldn't hear him.