Whoops. Made another Arbiter. Sorry!
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Marcus Howell
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5'6"
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127 lbs.
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Marcus is a very disheveled human being, but he doesn't necessarily mean to be; he always looks like he just woke up and someone told him that he immediately needed to get ready for some important event, regardless of how much time he's had to get ready. However, one gets the feeling that it's almost on purpose. His hair is a calculated type of messy, and his clothes are always purposefully plain; although a careful observer would notice that he never wears anything but long sleeve shirts.
His face bears some scarring; two slashes underneath his right eye and a small slash across his mouth. If one were to look underneath the long sleeves he always wears, one would find that his left arm bears some serious burn scars. Despite this, Marcus's eyes always twinkle mischievously, and he tries to maintain a smirk or smile. Around his neck, he wears a set of dog-tags, which he tends to fiddle with when he gets nervous.
His face bears some scarring; two slashes underneath his right eye and a small slash across his mouth. If one were to look underneath the long sleeves he always wears, one would find that his left arm bears some serious burn scars. Despite this, Marcus's eyes always twinkle mischievously, and he tries to maintain a smirk or smile. Around his neck, he wears a set of dog-tags, which he tends to fiddle with when he gets nervous.
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Marcus, despite everything that's happened in the last years, tries to play the funny guy. He's always got a quick quip or humorous joke to try and lighten the mood. Even if he can't make people burst out laughing, he reasons that a brief chuckle is better than a moment of sullen silence.
In moments where he's alone, he finds himself prey to the same sullen silences that he tries to avoid. Very often, he sits by quietly by himself, doing something to occupy the time. Most of the time, he's lost in his own train of though, eyes reading over pages in a book without comprehending them, or some other task.
If confronted in these quiet times of his, he's quick to snap out of it and return to his funny guy persona. Usually this will be accompanied by some sort of light scolding, but it usually takes a moment for his words to stop sounds hallow and get back to the innocent cheeriness of his usual guise.
In moments where he's alone, he finds himself prey to the same sullen silences that he tries to avoid. Very often, he sits by quietly by himself, doing something to occupy the time. Most of the time, he's lost in his own train of though, eyes reading over pages in a book without comprehending them, or some other task.
If confronted in these quiet times of his, he's quick to snap out of it and return to his funny guy persona. Usually this will be accompanied by some sort of light scolding, but it usually takes a moment for his words to stop sounds hallow and get back to the innocent cheeriness of his usual guise.
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Marcus and his powers were discovered by what could tentatively be described as a nurse. At the time, he was in a make-shift hospital near a recently destroyed town. He found himself bedridden for a while, having been brought in by a search and rescue volunteer team. This gave him plenty of time to mess around with his powers a little bit, and he did so carefully, after re-positioning his arm where his IV wasn't; it didn't take long for one of the more attentive nurses to notice something off. Three days before he was to be discharged, a couple of government 'recruiters' showed up and gave him an offer. Now, he finds himself a new member USARILN East.
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Marcus has the ability to rewind his own personal timeline, but only by small amounts. He rewinds back to his position and state of being as he was exactly two seconds before activation. If he was damaged in some way in this two second interlude, then all damage received immediately heals itself. To people who are viewing him, it would appear as if he'd just teleported a short distance. Before he 'jumps', anybody around him can hear a burst of static; immediately before his rewind and emanating from the spot where he started the 'rewind'. The effect is limited to himself and his possessions only, and he has to wait at least three minutes for his power to 'cool down'.
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Marcus found himself seated still, in inky darkness. Before he could comprehend what was happening, two bright lights shown out directly in front of him, startling him with a sudden noise. The world tumbled and turned into a maelstrom of sharp objects and loud noises. As he felt he could not bear it any more, he found himself sitting back in his original position, strangely relieved. Everything was calm, and he could relax. Around him, he found friendly faces, all of them his, and all of them reaching a hand out to help.
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Marcus found himself face to face with a man. This man stood still, but held a gun to Marcus's face. He did not fire, nor did he move as Marcus walked around him, examining him closely. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he took the gun from the man's hand, and the man did not resist. All Marcus could see was the fear in his eyes as he pointed the weapon at the man's head, and pulled the trigger. As he did, he saw the flesh of his arm wrinkle, sag, and rot away to reveal bleached bone underneath.
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