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[b]Name:[/b] Marcus Johnson
[b]Age:[/b] 52
[b]Occupation:[/b] Teacher
[b]Personality:[/b] A stern but straightforward man, he has a tendency to say what is on his mind and as such can be a bit abrasive at times. Despite this, Marcus has a good, if dry and sarcastic, sense of humor, which he has used for twenty years straight as a method of coping with the loss of everything he knew. He has a tendency to attempt to take charge in many situations, but in the end is more of a philosophical kind of guy than an efficient leader.
[b]Backstory:[/b] Marcus grew up in the suburbs of southwestern Ohio, where he lived a rather normal life. From a young age, he took interest in subjects such as history, economics and law. Though he considered going into a political career, Marcus instead went to law school, and graduated near -- but not at -- the top of his class. From there, he traveled back to his home city of Cincinnati and became a practicing lawyer.

Life for the next ten years or so was largely normal -- Marcus settled down, got married and fathered two children, and generally lived a fulfilling life. As one might expect, this changed rather rapidly when disaster struck: At the time, Marcus had been lecturing at a nearby university where he taught law on weekends, and as such was spared when the downtown was hit by a small nuclear weapon -- he never learned of the fate of his family, but instead was corralled into the relatively 'safe' vault, where he spent the next twenty years. While he was certainly not a teacher by profession, he was one of the closest things to it on short-notice and took on a job as one of the teachers in the vault. He kept in good shape throughout the twenty years and emerged in decent condition, while rather old compared to most of the survivors, some of whom had been born in the vault and who he had personally educated at some point or another. As the date of the vault's opening drew closer, Marcus made plans to return home and search for his missing family, on the off-chance that they might still be alive.