[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]Name:[/b] Marius Fletcher
[b]Age:[/b] 41
[b]Noteworthy Skills:[/b]
-Ex-Career Criminal: Marius has a host of experience in the more shunned aspect of society, whether it be the application of brutal violence and terror to knowing just how to break into whatever building, in some ways human society prepared Marius well for survival.
-Languages: Marius speaks English, Spanish and Portuguese.
-Authority: Both in the gangs and out, Marius has grown used to being depended upon, to dealing with stress and leading people through it. He rarely cracks under pressure, at least openly, and can quite readily switch to commanding people in the next moment.

[b]Weapons:[/b]
-Model 986 Smith and Wesson Revolver.
-'Gladius' A Machete, nearing 3 foot long.

[b]Personality:[/b]

In his somewhat advancing age, Marius has become a far more patient and gentle man, living a hot headed youth of extremes to get by, he distances himself from his past somewhat, only staying at all attached to provide the skills and mindset for him to survive. In the community in Kansas he is seen as a fairly respected figure, at worst a man with useful skills and an attentive ear, at best, a clear second in command to the community. While very rarely speaking English with any hint of his once-Mexican accent, Marius' appearance, and indeed his stories, paint him as coming from the nation to the South, however he rarely takes part in any debate as to the superiority of people from here or there, Mexico wasn't kind to him, neither was America. His general consensus were people are equally great and terrible where ever they come from. It is clear he is protective over the community, although that stems to the people and not the place, in dire circumstances Marius has often suggested leaving to secure general survival. A nomad in life, Marius has not time for last stand heroics, at least when it's over this patch of dirt or the other.

[b]History:[/b]

Born in Norhern Mexico to a less-Anglicanised name now lost to a past no one else was present to witness, Marius struggled, as he would for most of his life, as a child. The fourth child to a family which couldn't support half that number of children, Marius' descent into crime was almost a given with the opportunities presented to him. When the Cartels came snooping for fresh grunts, Marius took the opportunity, if not, his family may very well have pressured him into doing it anyway. It wasn't long before the guilt of his actions disappeared, lost to survival and mob mentality, Marius had killed his first man within a month. That said, he generally stuck to thefts that required little in the way of such actions, his guile considered a more valuable resource then his capacity for violence. It was this that got him involved in the schemes across the border. At first ferrying illegal immigrant families in appalling conditions, he eventually permanently crossed the border himself, taking his role in the drug rings of New Mexico. Inwardly, he was relieved. While brutality was still the way of life, it had to be more contained than it was in his home nation, and so his soul began to heal some, even if to be dashed again each time he was called upon to smash in a skull. 

By this point, Marius' natural charisma and ability to lead had brought him up in the ranks of operations in New Mexico. This eventually led to him being involved in joint-operations further North in the US, operations that involved other gangs, those connected to local markets that the Cartel Overlords could benefit from. In the end however, they would be outmaneuvered by the American criminals, until those who hand once stepped in with arrogance, now did their bidding more than that of the Gang bosses back home. It made little difference to Marius, he was now one of the biggest fish in a smaller organisation, and his job changed very little. As time went by, he performed less and less work himself, founding more of a legitimate life as the owner of a series of grocery shops, while helping to co-ordinate a number of drug rings, occasionally being called in to provide the intimidation he had inspired throughout his career. Despite 'settling down' he did not marry or start a family, instead becoming a key figure in his local community, a godfather of sorts that many would come to for assistance, or even just the odd friendly chat.

When the Fall came, the coalition gang that Marius was still loosely a part of became one of the more dominant gangs in the area, eventually moving into Kansas looking for greener pastures as the United States collapsed. Once more, Marius was thrown into the brutality of the front line, even if he did hold a very secure spot in the Inner Circle, the new leader an old friend, despite originally coming from the American side of the business . That said, Marius soon found his taste for the horrors he had committed in the past to have truly died and so one night, simply disappeared. He shortly resurfaced at the Airport, one of the first survivors to arrive after the very original founders, in fact, most now simply assume he's been there since those very first days, how comfortable he is with the few remaining who founded the community. Besides a few rare individuals, he never shares where he was in the time before arriving, and given how useful he is, no one seems to want to question him. Recently, one of Marius closest friends in the community, a US Park Ranger, has died, leaving a German Shepard bitch, 'Lola' for him to look after, the dog rarely being seen far from Marius' side.