Marcus Reuben Wolfe
:: Know My Name :: Full Name: David Marcus Walker (CLASSIFIED)
Alias(es): Marcus Reuben Wolfe
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his late twenties to early thirties, but is actually in his seventies.
Species: 51st Century Half Human
Home planet: Centauri IV
Allegiance: Time Agency
Occupation: Time Agent Assassin, Rank: Major (Retired)
Any skills: Specialized in repairing temporal paradox, Sniper, has Auditory Thymesia (audio memory akin to photographic but with sounds), Computer Specialist, Historian
:: Know My Face ::
Face Claim: Jamie Bamber
Eye color: Blue
Hair color/style: Rumpled Deep Brown
Height: 175 cm / 5'9"
Weight: 11 stone 11lbs, 165lb, 75kg
Distinguishing features: Piercing Stare
General appearance: A slight man. Not overly tall or short, but rather fit regardless. Considered handsome, pretty, or cold... depending on who's asked. Tends to keep his hair cut short, but doesn't do all that much to manage it. Ends up looking a bit rough around the edges, especially when he's on assignment. Has an infinity symbol behind a quill tattoo on his left shoulder. To him it represents infinite history still being written.
Generally wears contemporary clothing in the period he's assigned, Marcus prefers longer coats to help hide his ceramic sonic carbine. Protective boots are always a necessity, but the rest is pulled from the Agency Wardrobe. Tends to not shave when he's on the job. This has more to do with separating himself from duties, more than anything else. The first thing he does when he's done with a job, is shave his face.
Off the job, he gravitates towards tailored clothing. Shifting to the darker side of the color wheel, his civilian attire usually consists of slacks, a button up shirt, vest, and a deep brown jacket that is a blend of an anti-ballistics material and fake leather.
:: Know Who I Am ::
Likes:- The Female Anatomy (not particular about the species)
- Believe it or not, the man loves to cook. He could be a chef if he wanted.
- Stimulants (He's a caffeine junkie)
- Chocolate Anything
- Hacking
- History (Periods of interest change with his mood)
Dislikes:- Has a Deep Loathing of John Hart
- Being idle for too long.
- Forgetting anything
- Alcohol
- Chaos
Strengths:- Professional Marksman. (One Shot, One Kill.)
- Remembers everything he hears.
- Has Rudimentary Defensive Martial Arts training.
- Is able to hack into most computer systems.
- Telepaths have a hard time 'reading' or 'getting a lock' on him.
- 51st Century Human Pheromones
Weaknesses:- Chocolate
- Has been "reset" too often, making him a little absent minded - if you'll pardon the pun.
- Remembers everything he hears due to his Auditory Thymesia, hence the resetting that's been done to him by the agency. Of course, there's no telling why they did it in the first place.
- Can hear loud emotions. Whether this is due to the natural evolution of humanity, or as a side effect from his alien DNA has never been determined.
- Borderline Fatalistic Cynic
- Has picked up the horrendous habit of nicotine smoking.
Dreams:- Prays for a job that doesn't involve killing someone... at least often.
- Retiring Early Going back to work
- Wants to have children
Fears:- Getting so lost in his work that he forgets his ideals.
- Becoming Sterile
- Thinks he is a recovered narcoleptic. (His explanation for the missing time in his memory.)
- Running out of chocolate snacks.
Personality:Mostly an introvert, Marcus loves spending his free time reading instead of partying. His reading goes into his being a workaholic, as most of what he reads are history books and biographies. And that's actual books. Trying to read a holoscreen for hours strains his eyes. Besides, he likes how they smell.
If he knows a person well, he'll socialize and be rather charming. The only other time he goes out is when he gets the itch for female company. Then he's a more than charming, one night stand predator.
He never wants to get close to any woman until after he's resigned from the Agency, and that's not anytime soon. He's actually a bit scared of a long term relationship.
On the job, he's completely focused. When paired up with a partner, their only complaint of him is his by the book mentality. Which most likely means never stopping for drinks or chips in the local time frame. The higher ups like this though, and have paired him with individuals that need some taming. Although, he
's getting was rather tired of consistently being placed on assassin duty. He'd much rather snatch and grab the perp.
:: Know My Past ::
Birth planet: Centauri IV (in the Centauri Trinary, Four LY from Sol)
Parents: Orphan?
Siblings: Unknown
Love(s): No one. It's a hazard. However, he does crush on some holovid stars.
Children: None that he knows of.
History:David Marcus Walker was raised in an orphanage in the domes on Centauri IV. He kept to himself mostly, and tended to solve harassment with his fists. After taking some lengthy tests for money while in university, he was approached by the Time Agency. For service, they would fund the remainder of his education. He didn't know whether to be petrified or thrilled.
After graduation, he spent the next two years in intensive training. Mostly history, but a lot of weapons training as well. He was spotted for an additional course when they discovered his skills on the firing range. Not knowing why at the time, he was furrowed into a specialist course for long range targeting, infiltration, and advanced courses in computers and computer engineering.
Coming out at the second in his class, mostly due to the manipulation of figures by the first, he was partnered up with a veteran and spent the next year catching temporal criminals. Once his vetting was completed, he was sent on his first assignment. Marcus was to halt a project in the 1940's by assassinating the lead German turncoat, which was a criminal from the forty ninth century. Had he succeeded, the Third Reich would've won the war. It was a dubious experience for him.
The next several years, the renamed Agent Wolfe had a spotless record. During this time, he met and had an affair with Noriko Beauregard, a fellow Time Agent. Their attraction was that of magnetic opposites. And like fire and water, their affair was steamy. Likewise was their separation. His strict adherence to the rules and her 'ends justify the means' mentality was the wedge that drove them apart. Even so, he never stopped loving her.
Noriko's death ripped him apart, and he swore to love never again. Marcus fell into a deep alcoholic depression. This was close to the time that the Agency started falling apart. Several of the top agents went rogue over claims of mental tampering.
The Commander convinced Wolfe to go along with the rogues. And under orders, Marcus allowed himself to become caught up in the apparent coup, under the truthful pretense of grief over Beauregard.
Running with the rogues was difficult for him, as he tried to deny that he was eventually enjoying himself. Things got worse as the renegades appetites grew exponentially. Unable to take it anymore, he took it upon himself to halt things when one of them didn't come back from the past. Testifying, his auditory recall damned the rogue agents and had most of them sent to rehab. The courts would've condemned him as well, were it not for the signed order from The Commander.
As it was, Marcus was sent to recover in a forced vacation of his own, if you could call it that. He was never fond of therapy. The intrusions by the telepathic therapists always rattled him. What was worse, they had to use three of them to get through his natural defenses. Once he was able to face what happened and what he had to do though, it was over.
Wolfe received a promotion and was permitted to be reinstated. This was just before the Time Agency was officially disbanded. Receiving full retirement benefits, Marcus settled into obscurity in the high towers of London.
:: Know What I Have ::
Weapon(s): Collapsible Ceramic Carbine Sonic Sniper Rifle (it folds). Instead of puncturing something, it imparts enough force to induce a Myocardial Infarction, which aids in the preserving of timelines. Backup sonic pistol - Stun/Kill settings only (mini squareness gun).
Important Tech: Wrist Strap, Psychic Paper, Embedded Communication Device in his temple and right ear.
Other items: Assortment of tools required for data infiltration/extraction/erasure, Reset Mister (reset drug in a spray), and a basic sonic screwdriver which he doesn't remember acquiring.
:: Know My Abilities ::
Sample RP:Marcus loved this part as much as he hated it. His target was a sadistic bloke that liked to slice up ladies of the night in Jolly ol' England. Nine murders that included an ancestor of a Time Agent. Dressed in Victorian clothing, he had to remind himself to not fidget with his collar. At least he still had his silk underclothes. Wool of this period chaffed like sandpaper.
One thing was for sure, Whitechapel in the nineteenth century was a sight to behold. Not to mention the stench. While posing as Detective Inspector Benson, he backtracked the murders from last to first. Unorthodox to be sure, but he kept himself in the background while listening to his contemporary counterparts discuss the details while interviewing potential witnesses.
His second hop backwards had a bit of unsettlement. There was an actual witness to the crime, a lady of the night that went only by Daphne. The laughter at what she described was what caught his attention. Apparently, the man vanished in a foggy blue haze. After being fobbed off by the constabulary, he caught up with her and gained her attention by saying, "I believe you."
She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Oh right. You believe me? What makes you so special?" A curl of red hair fell out from under her bonnet and annoyed her eyes. She futility blew at it.
Marcus held up his psychic paper. "Detective Inspector Benson." He then mirrored her by crossing his own arms, letting the sleeves expose his wrist strap. "I've seen it before. Would you mind telling me what he looked like?"
"I dunno." She eyed his wrist. "He was wearing one of those things. What is that?"
His mouth tightened as his suspicions were confirmed. "It's a university bracelet. Was he a Caucasian man?"
"What's that?" she asked.
He pointed at his face. "Was he white?"
She shook her head. "No. That's what I tried telling them about. He looked all sickly. Green in the face like he had a bad apple or something."
Devenshire, Da**it. he thought to himself. Pulling a spritzer from his pocket, he said, "Here luv, something to wash away the smell of death," and sprayed the mist on her face. She inhaled and sneezed, then looked wobbly. "Now go on home for the night. No sense in doing anything else this evening. You've had a go." She wobbled her head, nodding at him, then turned and went on her way.
Looking around, he walked briskly into a side lane while tapping coordinates into his wrist strap. He paused to check the gun at his back, which was under a cloak, then activated the vortex. Still walking, he blurred backwards two weeks, and five streets over.
Cracking his neck from the transfer, he immediately heard a scream. Cursing under his breath, he spotted a very out of place man who had just grabbed a woman from behind. Pulling his carbine out and unfolding it, he shouted, "It's over Lukas! Let her go and we can talk about this!"
Lukas Devonshire spun on his heel, pulling the poor woman around with him. "Marcus? Marcus! Damn him. Damn that man!" His left hand came out from around the woman and held a knife at her throat. "It has to stop! We're toying with history! It's not natural! It's not right! I have to stop him!"
Aiming his carbine at Lukas' forehead, he shook his head slightly. "That's not how it works, Lukas, and you know it. Now let her go!"
Lukas pulled his lips back to reveal his sharp yellow teeth. "I know his secret, Marcus!"
"I said let her go!" he yelled.
Inhaling, Lukas' voice went a couple of octaves higher, "I have to stop him!" and went to cut the woman's throat.
Thumbing the safety off, Marcus pulled the trigger and figuratively took Lukas' scalp off. The woman shrieked and spun out of his grasp as he fell backwards, nicking the underside of her chin on his knife as she did so.
Moving forward, Marcus kept the gun trained on him till he was standing over Lukas, who was still breathing. Concussion most like. Lukas looked at him cross-eyed. "You're just like him, you bas***d," and slit his own throat.
Shouting "No!" Marcus knelt over him and tried to stem the green blood that was flowing freely. It was pointless, but he had to try anyway. After he died, Marcus wiped his hands on the ground and his trousers. Putting his weapon away, he stepped over to the woman to check her wounds. "You all right, luv?"
She was shaking and couldn't answer from her crying. Pulling a dermal mender out of his pocket, he tilted her head back and treated the cut. "There now. All better."
Her voice all quivery, she asked "Who're you?"
He smiled and spritzed her face. "No one special."
:: Know Beneath the Mask ::
Alias: Wolfe
Member Title: Time Agent Assassin
Contact Information: opakwa(at)gmail(dot)com
The Secret Code: -admin edit-
Anything else: I'm most likely to be considered an old fuddy duddy compared to most. I'm 38 years old, and disabled. What I'd like to get out of this place is a lot of good stories that I can participate in. To paraphrase, 'The Story's the Thing!"
I write fan fiction. If you'd like to see some of it, just send me a tell.
I'm an avid Whovian, and my first Doctor was the Fourth. Lovely man, Tom Baker. Still funny as hell too. There are some interviews with him on youtube. Fascinatingly funny. About the only Who show I don't follow regularly is the Sarah Jane Adventures, although I did get to see the wedding.
Marcus Wolfe, Time Agent Assassin
