Markus Magnum

Markus Magnum
Player: @Markus Magnum
Commission By @timdoodles [Twitter]
Character Build
Origin:	Mutation
Archetype:	Blaster
Security Level:	50
Biographical Data
Real Name:	Aleksey Rumyantsev
Known Aliases:	Gunslinger Ursa Major-117
Age:	Mid-30s [Estimated]
Gender:	Male
Species:	Augmented Human
Ethnicity:	East Slavic
Birthdate:	[Uncertain]
Birthplace:	Saint Petersburg, Russian Federation [Praetoria]
Relatives:	*Aleksandr [Father] [Deceased] Ludmilla [Mother] [Deceased] Nikolai [Brother] [Deceased]
Characteristics
Height:	7'
Weight:	285 lbs
Eyes:	Slate Blue
Hair:	Black
Complexion:	Tan
Physical Build:	Heavily Muscular
Physical Features:	*Maintains a closely-trimmed beard Has a black armband tattoo on the bicep of both arms Twin rows of circular scars on his back Wears reinforced sunglasses with cobalt lenses
Status
Alignment:	██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ Chaotic Neutral
Reputation:	██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ Big-time
Identity:	Secret [Known only to a few]
Years Active:	[REDACTED BY FBSA-GIFT]
Base of Operations:	Paragon City, RI
Citizenship:	United States [Provisional]
Education:	[REDACTED BY FBSA-GIFT]
Occupation:	* Security Analyst Bodyguard Bounty Hunter
Marital Status:	Partnered
Known Powers and Abilities
* Dual Pistols Enhanced Martial Arts [Modified SYSTEMA] Enhanced Sensory Perception and Target Acquisition
Equipment and Paraphernalia
Confidential

Attributes
	Strength	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Endurance	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Agility	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Speed	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Fighting	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Projectiles	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Durability	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Resistance	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Intelligence	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Psyche	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
	Intuition	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █		Charisma	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
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"Every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; And oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow."

Interview

Makwa sits comfortably in a well-used recliner. He decorated his apartment in a way that was sparse but orderly. There is a lot of floor space, with most furniture hugging the walls.

His posture is one of a man who is constantly listening - his head cocked to one side, his posture ram-rod straight despite his advanced age. His hair is much longer now than when he first came to Paragon City, and cascades over Makwa’s shoulders and the tribal-print shawl wrapped around his narrow shoulders. There are many streaks of iron grey in his otherwise raven hair, and a stern resolve in his posture. There are also many laugh-lines on a face otherwise accustomed to serenity. His blind eyes stare at the opposite wall. Today, though, his demeanor has only become more solemn.

Makwa: “Hello, Agent.”

Agent X: “Hello, Makwa. Thank you for seeing me today.”

Makwa’s blind eyes suddenly shift to look directly at Agent X. There a long moment of silence.

Makwa: “You know, I never listened to ‘Frankenstein’ until I came to Primal Earth. The Ministry of Intelligence’s Office of Information Integrity had banned that book years ago in Praetoria. I have come to greatly love the audiobooks provided by the Paragon City University library system.”

Agent X: “Umm…”

Makwa: “I am not surprised though; a book which says ‘Just because science says we *can* do this thing, doesn’t mean we *should* do this thing,’ is certainly... questionable to any society built upon questionable sciences, wouldn’t you say Agent?”

Agent X: “That… that is very interesting, but—”

Makwa: *cuts off Agent X* “So. You want to know about Markus Magnum, do you? Hmm. Doesn’t your Federal Bureau of Super-powered Affairs already have a file on him?” Agent X: “Yes, they do. But the Genetic Investigation and Facilitation Team’s analysis focuses more on his genetic mutations, his weapons, that sort of thing. I want to know what sort of man he is; his personality and so on. Provost Marchand has asked that we allow Markus Magnum to join the New Praetorians, so we’re consulting with those who have worked with him before.” Makwa: “Well, he helped the Resistance and the exiles in First Ward greatly. Many owe their lives to Markus Magnum and his… nobility in action. His actions have given others an opportunity to atone for past crimes. Like the New Praetorians, yes? Considering his background, it’s astonishing to me, honestly.” Agent X: “His… background?” Makwa: *His facial expression takes a faintly shrewd expression* “Oh yes, Agent X. His background. The questions you have about him, that have never been answered. You know, the real reason you are here talking to me today.”

Background

  [Any RP Welcome] He moves like the great Dire Wolves of legend. His eyes, the color of slate ike the clouds that roll over the ruins of Saint Isaac’s Square, where he played as a child in Saint Petersburg. Can you imagine our stoic gunslinger as a happy, laughing dark-haired boy, chasing birds? The mosaics were so lovely there. Once. Then Hamidon came. Devouring. There were so many little ones. Cole banned The Lord of the Flies but it was still true, there. Then the old Corpselights of Leningrad arose, as if summoned. Why do they stare so? Trupoyedstvo. Why do they smile so? Lyudoyedstvo. The survivors were led to the House that Mercy Built. He was reforged. The injections. The mental conditioning. Sergei. Jason. One tattoo for each memory. Ah, love. Praetoria took that from him. But now that is gone, and he, like all of us, are rebuilding. Slowly. Quietly. - Interview, Makwa