Name: Martin Thatcher
Codename (Radio Call): Kingmaker
Age: 45
Nationality: British (English)
Role: Section Leader
Appearance:

[img]http://cryptome.org/info/usss-hands/pict74.jpg[/img]

Picture taken approximately nine years ago. George W Bush did indeed photobomb this rare picture of Martin. 

Martin stands at about 6"1, and looks intimidating, an agent of Sierra Vanguard in years past. He is bald, with his hair almost completely shaved short. Brown eyes, and a broken nose, as well as a scar running down the length of the side of his neck, not noticeable immediately at first but mostly healed. He has a fairly moderate build, and keeps in a moderate level of fitness, neither at his peak or lazy. He can usually be seen wearing a bespoke suit from Anderson & Sheppard on Saville Row, a distinct dark grey and with a black tie, his pin as Kingmaker attached in the building. A pair of Oxfords sit on his feet, and a pair of immaculate Ray Ban sunglasses sit on his face on a sunny day, when he is forced from his office to venture outside. He has no tattoos, or any other distinguishing feature, apart from his wrought steel appearance when he stares you in the eyes.

Personality:
Martin is an individual who unites the chaos that is Sierra Vanguard, being a former field agent and someone who has risen the ranks. He is not remorseless, but he has seen it all. Death, love, duty, honor. He has seen them come and go, and knows that Sierra Vanguard agents are one of a kind. He likes to say he runs a tight ship, but he knows full well he lets his agents do as they please, as they do their jobs as they know best. He will bring them in line whenever it is needed, and will be a bollocking that usually hits home, proving the point. Martin may appear on the outside as a tough and loud superior, but is sharp and intelligent, with both in copiously good quantities; being able to often hammer the point home. He is gentlemanly, and understands ettiuquette, though being from a middle class background, he doesn't forget his roots and probably swears more than most, this being perhaps anger at times. He isn't as cocky as perhaps Lancaster is, but neither is he as unorthodox as Liberty, taking a path as the section leader that balances the two quite well. A lack of criticism from his superiors on Sierra Vanguard's efforts in his last three years as section leader show that perhaps, Martin is quite good at keeping the team on point. 

Service History:
Martin Duncan Thatcher was born in Oxford, England, in 1970, to a middle class family, growing up in a mixed environment of his dad's Army glory, and his mother's job as a doctor. He consistently proved to be stubborn as a mule when it came to doing well in school, but he did get good grades at the end for some reason- he was just born smart, and able to pull good results from nowhere. Martin was destined for something better than fucking around doing donuts in car parks and smoking weed, it would appear, whether he liked it or not. In 1988, he accepted an offer to the University of Cambridge, studying Philosophy, a subject that he studied for three years. He was a member of their Rugby Society, a highly prestigious social grouping, and number of others. He served in the TA as an officer, and while this wasn't anything notable, Martin's father was a former Major that had influenced his sphere of thought on doing this. His intelligence was duly noted, as he was approached by a member of the British Secret Intelligence Service, working for MI5 in his third year. This was something that did surprise Martin. 

He was brought on board as an intelligence analyst, at first, being asked to work in MI5 in dealing with internal threats of terror. The dissolution of the Soviet Union had brought with it a variety of threats, and Martin was good at catching the gun runners and bootleggers before they became a threat to British society, picking up espionage work naturally, from 1991-1993. He was later placed into working on the field, something that he was taught to a greater extent by a variety of sources. From ex-SAS soldiers, to spymasters, he picked up the trade of espionage and the intricacies within. He learned languages rapidly, and was taught how to shoot, stab, and generally stop someone from killing you. It was something that came late, but Martin wasn't a physical slouch, back in these times. Skills that an agent would need, were ones that he picked up. For the next five years, he worked in MI6's division in South America, and from here, he was offered a spot in Sierra Vanguard in 1997.

In his time in Sierra Vanguard, for the over fifteen years, Martin was involved in a variety of operations. An assassination on Blair by hardline activists that never was reported on in 2001 (politics is not Martin's game- he does not care for political figures in the West), or the destruction of North Korea's long range missile capability in 2002. The killing of two infamously corrupt Swiss bankers at a hotel in Geneva under "mysterious circumstances" in 2005, of whom were funding Taliban-related insurgencies in Central Asia. The bust of psycho-active drug shipments from Columbia in 2009, that were responsible for the deaths of tens of party-goers in Ibiza, and virtually turning almost a whole grouping of farmers and insurgents beserk. He may not have been former military, but his sharp mind, and his even more efficiency nature, made him one of the agency's top. Of the skills required for a Sierra Vanguard agent, he mastered most. Speaking ten different languages with a pitch perfect fluency, being able to become almost someone else with a different alias, as well as perform high risk operations in countries with no backup, Martin proved he was very talented indeed in his time as an agent. 

By 2012, he had aged, and of course, there were plenty of new agents waiting in the wings. So with the departure of the Section Leader, he was promoted, the head of MI6 knowing full well that Martin was the best man for the job. With age, came wisdom, and Martin's mind as a leader found people who were more than willing to continue Sierra Vanguard's mandate. He is good at his job. And most threats, be they critical to world security or minor, he has dealt with. The one that he now faces is one that perhaps will be beyond even his reach, as an experienced operator...and that would take a very scary threat indeed. 

Other: Martin drives a black Jaguar XFR, proving the epitome of class is still with the British Section Head. Crossing London can sometimes be a boon at rush hour, so for when his team needs to be inspected arming up at the London Docklands, a black, unmarked Agusta-Westland AW109 is his heli-taxi across the nation's capital, with a capacity for the whole team. Usually carries a Samsung S5, with a custom built titanium case. Like a Swiss Army Knife, it contains more than just a smartphone in tools.