Name: Mark Dean
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: A bit of a clown, Mark is always the joker of the group, laid back and easy going, he gives off the impression that he doesn't care about the fact that the planet is gradually falling to pieces and that his people are being enslaved by the Visitors, however, when in combat, his humour hides a strong sense of purpose and devotion to the cause, known to tear into his enemies with little care for his own wellbeing or remorse for his actions, as long as he ends up on top of the body pile, he walks away a happy man. In his own time, Mark has the curiosity of a child, always tinkering with technology that no-one else seems to have a clue about.
History: Initially, Mark was a soldier through and through, watching his family become slaves to the visitors at a young age caused him to hide. run and survive his way to the rebel camps, where, only 9 years old, he vowed to fight against those that had claimed his home. For years after that, he trained hard and learned how to survive the day to day alongside his fellow rebels, until he tasted his first conflict at the age of 13.
Having snuck out on a patrol with a rebel unit, Mark witnessed the entire team succumb to an ambush from the Visitors, who simply appeared and methodically obliterated the patrol with ruthless efficiency, Mark, despite having been discovered and told to hide, plucked up the courage to take a few shots with the Handgun he'd taken from his family home four years ago, managing to wound and even incapacitate one or two of the Visitors before he had the smart idea to retreat back to the camp they'd left from before he had been discovered.
Following the incident, he kept mostly to himself, gradually developing a sense of humour that had the uncanny ability to make most unhardened rebels at least crack a smile, while irritating those that had tasted battle and lived to see another day. At the age of 17, he learned while sparring against a newer recruit, that with each punch or kick he received, he grew slightly stronger, his own strikes landing harder, faster and after taking enough damage, he was landing crushing blows with unerring accuracy. Using this knowledge, his focus turned on his proficiency in the martial arts.
By the time he was 20, Mark's body was bigger, more powerful and almost always clad in thick, heavy armour with a steel plate over his face, the plate had been hardened and fashioned into a mask and interwoven with Kevlar and Microfilament weaving, making it almost bulletproof, with the exception of the eyes or the back of his head. This suit of armor as it were, is ALWAYS covering his body, and, seems to have an almost unending number of pockets, all containing some form of technology, be it from the second Era, or even from fallen Visitors, at 21, he created a device using this technology, which allows him to blend in to his surroundings.
Skills: Despite his size, Mark is remarkably light on his feet, making him an excellent choice for infiltration missions, combining this with the Active Camo module that he developed himself using salvaged technology from both the second era, and the visitors own stockpiles, which allows him to simply, disappear. Mark, is also a dangerous adversary in a close quarters fight, being proficient in the various methods of the old era's CQC combat, and being twice the size of the average 23 year old male, his blows come hard and fast.
Powers: At the age of 17, Mark learned that he can absorb impacts from outside his own body, storing that damage in his arms, legs and even his head, allowing him to return it all back in a single blow, while this doesn't always happen, for example, a bullet won't allow him to convert the kinetic energy into his own combat proficiency, and neither will a blade, but, get him in a fist fight, and you're walking away in a box.
