[center][h1][color=Silver]Arkheus Identification Card[/color][/h1][color=Gold]Bureau of Public Citizen Management[/color][/center]
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[color=Gold][h2]“Hey, I'm just along for the ride.”[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=gold]"Call me Alex. 'Marcus' is just too uptight for my liking."[/color]
[b][color=Silver]Name: Marcus Alexander Solidor[/color][/b]

[color=gold]"I deserve this name..."[/color]
[b][color=Silver]Aliases: Whirlwind, Lunatic Pyker[/color][/b]

[color=gold]"Put 'overwhelmingly'."[/color]
[b][color=Silver]Gender: Male[/color][/b]

[color=gold]"Old enough to know better, young enough not to care."[/color]
[b][color=Silver]Age: 21[/color][/b]

[color=gold]"I'm not sure if fugitive is a job, but it certaintly is a full-time occupation, amIright?"[/color]
[b][color=Silver]Job Title: Fugitive[/color][/b] 

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[b][color=Silver]Height: 6' 4"[/color][/b]

[b][color=Silver]Weight: 165 lbs [/color][/b]

[b][color=Silver]Hair Color: Blonde[/color][/b]

[b][color=Silver]Eye Color: Pale Blue[/color][/b]

[b][color=Silver]Skin Color: Tan [/color] [/b]

[b][color=Silver]Scars:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Surgical Scars from Experimentation 
[*] Several all over from various accidents like falls from buildings, crashing into walls, getting shot, and once from being mauled by a dog.
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[b][color=Silver]Tattoos:[/color][/b][list]
[*] N/A
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[b][color=Silver]Modifications:[/color][/b][list]
[*] N/A
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[b][color=Silver]Cybernetics:[/color][/b][list]
[*] N/A
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[b][color=Silver]Other:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Loves Coffee
[*] Knows how to play a guitar, and is moderately good at it
[*] Fond of any kind of music.
[*] Has a hard time remembering names, so he gives out nicknames, usually insulting ones.
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He is always wearing his gold vest, and a pair of googles around his neck. Other clothing is whatever he can beg, borrow, or steal.

His shards are few in number, he has one big one on the right side of his face, two on his back, and one on his forearm.

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[hider=Job Description]

   Alexander is currently on the run from the government for being a Pyker. Not much to say, except the only reason he has lasted so long, is that having a precious Psyker on the loose is such a massive potential embarresment, they are taking great pains to not let the information go public.

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[hider=Biography]

   Alexander was born to a rapidly rising middle-class family. His father was a very sucessful entrepreneur, he single handedly brought them from living in the slums of the Core to living in moderate comfort in Aetherdale. His mother worked odd jobs, but mainly his father supported them. Alex went to school and had a very normal life growing up.

When Alex was old enough, he became a police officer. The pay was crap, but he joined because he enjoyed helping people. He also had a nack for the foresic science which helped. However, he didn't fit in with most of the other officers. They were rich and spoiled kids from the uppercust of society. Alex frequently mouthed off to them, and to his superiors, which did not endear him to them.

Life was pretty good, until his father's business prospects earned the wrath of one of the wealthier businessmen. The detals are unimportaint, but his father's business was an obstacle to one of this man's businesses. At first, he tried to get Alex's father to sell out. When he refused, the man resorted to more violent methods, he sabotaged his business, he bought off most of the workers, and beat the ones that refused. He pulled strings, and had Alex's mother fired from her job, and had Alex kicked from the police force. In the span of a month, they were financially ruined. His father met with the man, and tried to reason with him, but on his way back, he died in a car wreck. An "accident" of course.

With debts looming, and no way to support themselves, they were force to move back to the core. They were hardly there for a week, when Alex's mother fell ill. Desperate for work to pay for her illness, Alex got hired as a core miner, along with several small jobs on the side.

Sadly, the small amount of income he made barely scrached the debts they owed, and dispite what medical treatment she got, his mother died of the sickness.

Alexander was all alone now, he had more debt then he could pay in a lifetime, and no chance of ever making anything of himself. Still, he smiled, and got out of bed, everyday.

However, fate still had plans for him.

He had been working as a core miner for almost a year before he started showing signs of core sickness. He was almost immediately snached up, his death faked, and stolen away to top-secret research labs. There he was tested, and examined. They found that he was remarkably resistant to the deterioration that came with the core sickness, they predicted that he could live for a good thirty or forty more years, with treatment.

However that was not to be.

Seeing his power, and resistance, he was selected for weaponization. He had no choice in the matter, but if he had, he would have volunteered for it anyway. He underwent numerous treatments, experimentations, and intense forced physical and mental training. In short, he became a Pysker.

In short order, he was consided of their best, obeying orders like an obediant dog, all while plotting his escape. He spent two years planning, and when he saw his chance, he took it.

What he did, or how he did it is something of a mystery, but he did the impossible. He escaped, and now he is living in the core like a hunted animal.

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[hider=Inventory]
[b][color=silver]Weapons:[/color][/b][list]
[*] [url=http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131008041101/finalfantasy/images/b/bd/DrCid-Rifle-ffxii.png]Mk XI:[/url] A powerful rifle that runs off of his powers, and who's firepower can rival or exceed even gauss weaponry. Its big, and conspicuous, however so toating it around when one wants to stay hidden is difficult. It certainly falls under the category of Illicit
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[b][color=Silver]Armor:[/color][/b][list]
[*] N/A
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[b][color=Silver]Gadgets:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Goggles
[*] Multitool
[*] Gas mask
[*] A radio
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[b][color=Silver]Key Items:[/color][/b][list]
[*] 
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[color=Silver]Miscellaneous:[/color] 
Literal fluff, in his pocket.
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[b][color=silver]Manifested Phenomena:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Gravity Manipulation
[*] Telekinetic pushes, and pulls
[*] Increased/Decreased weight
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[color=Silver][b]Proficiencies:[/b][/color][list]
[*] [b]Gingerbread Man-[/b] Very hard to catch, and very good at not getting caught. Powers aside, he is agile, fleet of foot, and slick as an eel. 
[*] [b]Elementary, Watson-[/b] He has a naturally keen and curious mind. (It often gets him into trouble, but thats another thing.)
[*] [b]🎶Last known survivor🎶-[/b] He will do whatever it takes to survive, no matter how humiliating, or amoral. 
[*] [b]Sticky Fingers-[/b] He has had to steal to survive, and so he is a sucessful thief.
[*] [b]To be or not to be. How know, brown cow?-[/b] He is an actor, with a flair for the dramatic, a ham, as it is called.
[*] [b]Deadpan Snarker-[/b] Armed with nothing but his wits, and a wisecrack or two, he will take on the world.
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[color=Silver][b]Limitations:[/b][/color][list]
[*] [b]Renagade-[/b] He is on the run so he has to maintain a low profile.
[*] [b]🎶He's just a poor boy...🎶[/b] He owns nothing but the clothes on his back, and what he carries with him.
[*] [b]Curiosity has killed...-[/b] He is curious, and meddlesome, where he goes, trouble is not far ahead.
[*] [b]Lone Ranger-[/b] He tends to act first, and plan later. He will dive head and heels first into danger, with a grin on his face and not a care in the world.
[*] [b]Loose Cannon-[/b] He does not have full control over his powers yet, sometimes he uses them on accident, sometimes he can't use them when he wants to.
[*] [b]Incurable Flirt-[/b] Dispite that most see Pyskers as abominations, he will still flit with almost anyone of the opposite sex.
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[b][color=Silver]Likes:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Coffee
[*] Music
[*] Freedom
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[b][color=Silver]Dislikes:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Cages
[*] Assholes
[*] Authority
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[b][color=Silver]Important People:[/color][/b][list]
[*] Dead, all dead.
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[hider=Character Relationships]
He had an interting, possible romantic reltionship with his handler that may or may not have been how he escaped.
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