Name: Marcus Alexander Beith.

Aliases: Marcus, Mark, Marc, Alex, Alecto, and Trey

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Class/Occupation: Space Pirate

Physical Description: Marcus is a tall (6'4'') human male. Although his facial features and light grey eyes could be described as 'average' he is not your average human. His muscles are very well-developed, the results of years of weightlifting in prison yards and at home. He has several tattoos, the most prominent of which are tattoos of his arm bones running down his arms, and a bar code and inverted peace sign on his shoulders. He wears his numerous scars with pride, believing that the experiences and knowledge contained in them assist him in life.

His black hair is rather short, his logic being that the shorter his hair, the less chance he will have of being grabbed by it. Though tall and menacing, he is surprisingly soft-spoken, much like an old-world intellectual, and it is a manner he cultivates in some circles.

His face is surprisingly blunt and average looking, the kind of face that would get lost in a crowd very easily. Marcus has no distinguishing facial features at all apart from two thin scars that wind down from his temples like sideburns. His nose is slightly longer then average, but apart from those, his face is relatively unremarkable.

His torso and arms are remarkable only for their muscles and tattoos. In addition to the more obvious tattoos on his arms and shoulders, he has a purely fictional rendering of a battle between the Gutter Rat and Ternix warships on his back, and a silhouette of a woman on the sides of his chest. He usually goes around in either a T-shirt or a sleeveless shirt, although he usually goes shirtless in raids for the intimidation.

Mental Description: Marcus lives for the day, consuming whatever chemicals, women, and drinks are within reach, more often then not resulting in him waking up in a deserted alley come morning. Though initially distrustful of groups, Marcus will nonetheless warm to people fairly quickly. Coincidentally, he also thinks in the short term, having little time for plans, preferring to go in with guns blazing with little or no information about the target.

Marcus is not exactly intelligent, as he considered school a waste of his valuable time and youth, opting instead to earn his education on the streets of Opcio, his homeworld. What followed over the years seemed to be a combination of tech school, high school, and fight academy. While never receiving a classic education, by the time he was 18 he could repair most hoverbikes and could diagnose starship and starfighter problems, and speak several languages. His final education was earned in the street brawls in Opcio's ghettos and docks, often educating himself the hard way in forms of assembling and disassembling bodies.

Marcus also has a tendency to lie compulsively, and in dense crowds he quite literally acts jumpy. While it is uncertain whether both of these traits were always present in him, or only made themselves known after years of abuse. Though they don't happen often, his crew has come to recognize the warning signs. At first, he shuts his mouth, something Marcus almost never does. Second, he starts fiddling with his hands, although he has been known to put them in his pockets. Then, he opens his mouth and some of the most blatant lies anyone has heard begin to come out. If he can't escape the crowds, then he literally begins to jump and twitch slightly.

Religion: Agnostic

Language(s): Galactic Common (fluent) Human Common (fluent) Poros (fluent) Binary (fluent) Opcio (fluent)

Equipment/Possessions:
- 'Gutter Rat' a modified Human battleship that he conned a Poro pirate out of. The ship houses his crew, ten Vanderbilt starfighters, and four recreation facilities (Gym, Mess Hall, 'Gentlemen's Club', and Game Room) along with a prison. It also holds his complement of hoverbikes.

- Modified NK-33 slugthrower (80 shots a clip, almost 200 if he uses a duct clip) modified to use both regular and 'duct' clips (two or more clips of ammo held together, commonly with duct tape) An old semi-automatic rifle that he converted into an automatic. It has several possible barrel lengths, and comes with a laser sight.

-Niffelheim T-2 Heavy Repeater rifle. The black-market rifle uses both clips and a chain of ammo, normally held in an armored backpack, although Marcus chose to dispense with the backpack due to it's weight, opting to keep the ammo along with any grenades on his bandoleer.

-Bandoleer, more for display then anything, although he uses it in conjunction with his Niffelheim T-2 heavy repeater.

- An unknown amount of ammo stored on the Gutter Rat for both weapons.

- Poro dart gun. A weapon designed by the Poro species, the dart gun fires conventional shells with a twist- when the shells approach a target, they shed their casing, revealing themselves to be a series of miniature saw blades and pointy ends, sawing through flesh when they hit. 20 shots max

- 5x Spare ammo for the dart gun

Skills: [25/25]
Weapon Proficiency: Automatic Weapons: Marcus loves running into firefights spewing lead all over the battlefield. [-1-][-1-][-1-][-2-][-2-][-2-][-3-][-3-][-4-][-4-][-5-][-5-][-6-][-6-][-7-][-7-][-8-][-8-][-10-][-15-]

Weapon Proficiency: Pistols/Exotic Weapons: Marcus uses his Dart guns when the quarters get too close to for his other weapons. [-1-][-1-][-1-][-2-][-2-][-2-][-3-][-3-][-4-][-4-][-5-][-5-][-6-][-6-][-7-][-7-][-8-][-8-][-10-][-15-]

Technical Proficiency: Galactic Cartography: Marcus understandably spends a lot of time running from planet to planet. [-1-][-1-][-1-][-2-][-2-][-2-][-3-][-3-][-4-][-4-][-5-][-5-][-6-][-6-][-7-][-7-][-8-][-8-][-10-][-15-]

Mechanical Proficiency: Ship Repair/Modification: The Gutter Rat requires constant maintenance, and the Harlequins have to be proficient in mechanics. [-1-][-1-][-1-][-2-][-2-][-2-][-3-][-3-][-4-][-4-][-5-][-5-][-6-][-6-][-7-][-7-][-8-][-8-][-10-][-15-]

History: The descendant of criminals, Marcus grew up on the prison planet of Opcio. Though the sentences of it's former inhabitants were lifted centuries before Marcus' birth, the Human military kept most of the 'citizens' on the planet, turning a blind eye to crime and corruption.

As stated above, Marcus considered a conventional education to be a waste of his time- he opted to earn his on the streets instead, hanging around with pit gladiators, pirates, mercenaries, and other assorted 'scum and villainy.' At the age of fifteen, he stole a military hoverbike and went on a drunken joyride, causing several million credits' worth of property damage, landing him in prison for four years due to numerous behavioral problems. Upon leaving considerably more muscular, he demonstrated what he had learned from the ordeal by finding out just who had reported him to the military. When he found the said cop-callers store, he stole another hoverbike, filled several of it's storage compartments with crude napalm and flew it into the store, burning the whole block to the ground.

By the time he was nineteen, he had begged, earned, borrowed, and stolen enough money to find a crew and buy a retrofitted patrol ship, which he dubbed 'Honor Among Thieves' and used it to raid military convoys before being caught. Wisely, he had removed most of the surveillance systems beforehand, so all he and his crew had to do was jettison the ship's escape pods, lock themselves in the brig, and wait for the authorities to find them and 'free' them.

Learning that he needed a more powerful ship and a name to truly be a pirate, he dubbed his crew The Harlequins and went ship hunting. After a few months of searching, the now-twenty Marcus conned a Poro pirate named Hostisiss out of a remodeled battleship by challenging the Poro to a hoverbike race through the capital city: Opcio Correctional Facility and Industrial Zone I-37. In the ensuing race, Marcus had his crew steal the ship, which he dubbed the Gutter Rat, then had his lieutenant Qorl assassinate Hostisiss. Now free to do whatever he pleased in the galaxy, Marcus embarked on his journey, stealing, raping, and pillaging from the galaxies more privaliged liners, merchants, and convoys.

When he was twenty-four, he had an altercation on 'shore leave' on Camaradan with the Gosaan headhunter Valcix Urostocaotz, and Marcus barely escaped with his life. Unfortunately, he gained the enmity of Urostocaotz's android Apstic, who pursued the Harlequins, and probably still is. Unfazed, Marcus continued on, having characteristically learned nothing from the experience. Two years to the day, his location, along with the Harlequins, remains unknown.

RP Sample (I know it's not necessary, but I just wanted to test him out)

Marcus stood in the Gutter Rat's games room, his hands on his hips as he surveyed his crew. Slowly, his gray eyes scanned their faces. Fareed, Jackson, Uros, Qotzcia, Qorl, Al-Thawni, Hammerin' Harry... finally he grinned, just as the Gutter Rat docked at the massive orbital docks of Vela Hospi. He kept grinning, showing most of his perfect, white teeth. He said only two words:
"Shore leave."
The Harlequins roared their approval, breaking into shrieking war cries before they were quieted.
"We're on a planet very much like my home, Opcio. Vela Hospi is a prison planet, but with one difference- this is a tropical prison planet, not an industrial one. Most importantly, take what you want- our stay will be short."

Hours later, Marcus and Qorl (Marcus' second-in-command) were sitting in a bar, dimly aware that what they were drinking might well be drugged. Marcus didn't care, as he downed his first in one gulp, and Qorl, seeing no change happen to his captain, Qorl downed his too, and they began chatting non-chalantly about the planet, Apstic, and the state of the Gutter Rat. Slowly, both came to notice that two women were staring at them. They both grinned into their glasses, then ordered four more drinks and walked over to the woman's table.

In short, the women proved to e younger then they looked and very weak drinkers, as Qorl found out the hard way when one of them threw up in his lap. Thoroughly disgusted, Qorl brushed the vomit off his pants, noticing that Marcus' girl was drunkenly poking Marcus's cheek somewhat forcefully, something Marcus seemed to be trying to ignore.
"You think they're gone far enough?" Qorl growled, his prosthetic teeth gnashing the words as they left his brain. Marcus looked at his girl, and got himself poked in the eye.
"Yeah. Time they learned to live a little." Qorl grinned. It was amazing- though slavery was frowned upon, certain types of slaves were OK. Especially if they were attractive. Marcus groaned and got up, grabbing his girl under the arm as he did so.
"We gotta go, babe." She looked at him and mumbled something, but didn't try to resist as he and Qorl marched their conquests out the bar's door.

Once outside, Qorl and Marcus immediately put their charges in choke holds. Qorl, being sloppier, put his hand in convenient biting distance, and was rewarded by feeling the girl's canines ripping into his hand. He swore and lowered his grip, squeezing much harder then necessary.
"Qorl, you're strangling her. She's turning blue." Qorl relaxed his grip slightly, then hit her over the head with a brick. The girl collapsed in his arms. Marcus grinned, and pulled out a comm.
"Harlequins! We've got cargo! Return to the orbital elevator ASAP! When you get to the Gutter Rat, I want all cargo stowed and all crewers at stations, lets go!"