[hider=Markus Smith][center][b][u]Name:[/u][/b]
Markus Smith

[b][u]Age:[/u][/b]
21

[b][u]Gender:[/u][/b]
Male

[b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b]
[img]https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/910/430/large/curro-rodriguez-durnobasic-front.jpg?1443931244[/img]

[b][u]Augmentations:[/u][/b]
[u]Cybernetic hands:[/u]Complete hand replacements allowing for greater punching power and deterity of weaponry 

[u]subdermal armor:[/u] A layer of nanotech steel embeded in the chest and back area to prevent damage to the vital organs protecting from all but the most concentrated of arms fire and enhanced blades 

[b][u]Weaponry:[/u][/b]
nanotech katana: merely a hilt when not activated. But when it is the nanites in the hilt form to create a katana sword sharper then any normal blade

Iron shield: a normal shield crafted from iron. Not considered important to him and is merely to offer protection from gunfire

[b][u]How did you know the prophet?:[/u][/b]
The prophet saved me from the relentless pressure from the top to work hard until his fingers bleed. They did and as a result he needed replacements. I was merely a cog in the machine till he opened my eyes

[b][u]Role:[/u][/b]
Lord of the monks
~[b]Our faith is uncshakable, none may dare touch the prophet![/b]~

[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b]
Markus is a devout follower in the prophet believing himself to be a chosen disciple of the faith. He knew that the prophet would bring about a new world and he was determinde to be the shield that protects him until that time comes. He is a calm person by nature and is only agressive to those that doubt the prophets holiness. When it is or someone tries to do harm to him his personality does a complete 180 and he will become a berserker ready to tear the flesh off his enemies with his bare hands. (which he has actually done at one point)

[b][u]History:[/u][/b][/center]
	Markus was simply groomed to be a cog in the wheel. He was meant to work as a bean counter, a typist to work in the cubicles of death. He was groomed from a young age to simply be another face in the crowd, someone forgetable and easily replaceable. With his implant he saw nothing to really strive for or care for but simply work. He spent what little free time he had in a bar inside a hole in the wall called "the cybershot" He drown himself in booze on his weekends hoping that the next shot would actually kill him but it never came. He worked so hard tot he point that the bones in his hands suffered severe stress fractures and forced him to get replacements at docked pay of course.  
He was getting drunk once more on the weekend at age of 20 it was his birthday and he had no one to share it with. Instead a young man came by dressed in a suit and they started to talk. He didn't think much of him until the man who was known as elliot pulled out a strange looking barcode scanner or at least thats what he thought it was. Then he placed it behind Markus neck and with a single press it felt like his entire life changed in the second. 
He felt rage, depression, happiness, ecstacy all in that single moment and he felt human. He wondered what happened so he turned to elliot and he explained that the corporations implanted him at a young age. He heard this and felt enraged but when the man said that he wanted to take them down. All he could feel was pure happiness and devotion. He believed that this was the reason he was alive all this time. He dropped to his knees and begged to help him. Elliot then reached into his bag and took out a sword hilt. Then he pressed a button and a sword appeared. He tapped his shoulders with it before ordering him to rise. He had been named a monk that day and has ever since followed his teachings.
Ever since he had helped to spread his message and called him a prophet and soon enough once the others were freed of their implants they believed the same and he has been a devout monk ever since. 

[center][b][u]Other:[/u][/b]For the Prophet[/center][/hider]