I'm interested in this premise. Here is my submission.

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[b]Name[/b]: Marxion
[b]Age[/b]: 25
[b]Appearance[/b]: 
[list][*]A man of strong physique, standing at 6'1” and weighing 200 lbs. Has platinum-blond hair cropped short, especially on the sides, with a longer ridge down the middle. On his chin is a short goatee. He wears eyeglasses with rectangular black frames. His hazel eyes are almost gold in coloration, particularly right around the pupil, and he has golden open-faced [url=https://acimg.auctivacommerce.com/imgdata/0/2/2/1/1/3/webimg/14537303.jpg ]grills[/url] on his teeth. Marxion often wears collared button-down office shirts, usually blue, yellow, or gray, along with black slacks, shoes, belt, and suspenders, though given his line of work he typically keeps the sleeves rolled up and swaps the shoes out for boots. [/list]
[b]Personality[/b]: 
[list][*]'Passionate' is a word that describes Marxion very well. He's confident, outspoken, boisterous, and outgoing, but at the same time a fairly dedicated nerd and workaholic. Whether it's hammering away at a keyboard for hours on end on going a few rounds against fellow fighters at the nearest gym, he commits himself fully to his endeavors. This 'full speed ahead' sort of mindset also makes him blunt and at times insensitive or obnoxious, less than patient with fools, introverts, and anyone acting duplicitous. Still, as his friends can attest, he's a reliable pal and a force to be reckoned with. Most of all, despite his enthusiasm in various areas (and his grills) he's still a pretty down-to-earth and normal dude.[/list]
[b]Attribute[/b]: 
[list][*]Save (Conceptual) – Marxion's attribute allows him to make a record of something at a point in spacetime, a 'save point'. A save point is made when Marxion willfully touches or nearly touches a target (defined as someone else, an object, or himself), creating a small golden mark on the contact point resembling a clock face with an X across it. Once a save point is made, Marxion can -at will- send the target back to the relative point at which the save was made, restoring the target to the state it was in at that time. This position is relative rather than absolute because, most basically, since the planet itself is moving, an absolute position would result in the target being sent to space and not be saved in any real respect. However, the relative position would also, say, allow a wallet to be returned to the pocket it was in when the save point was made even if the person with the pocket moved somewhere else. [/list]
[b]Abilities[/b]:
[list][*] Bruiser - Marxion is a skilled and brutal brawler, clearly trained in technique but preferring raw power to refinement, and most comfortable using his fists but not afraid to throw a knee or go for a grab every now and then. 
[*] Brainy – Though Marxion loves raw strength, he fights smart. He's observant enough to get an idea of what his opponent is doing and defend himself appropriately, and cunning enough to employ strategies like feints, conditioning, and out-positioning while keeping his head in the game[/list]
[b]Skills[/b]: 
[list][*]Computer Whiz – While he doesn't exactly look the type, Marxion's more than competent when it comes to computers, though more on the software side than hardware. He's a pretty good programmer, and in general very handy with a keyboard and mouse[/list]
[b]History[/b]:
[list][*] From an early age in the city of Melbourne, Australia his father drummed two things into his head: ambition and achievement. Those principles drove him from his first day of school to his last and beyond, into the working world where his labored as a software developer for a high-profile banking corporation during the day and an up-and-coming MMA fighter in the evening. All the while his intensity cooled, leading to a rather ordinary remarkable life. Yet, he could never tame the urge that ran through his veins for so long: to do and be more. The advent of the Rifts, at long last, provided just that.

Unable to escape his responsibilities for the time being, he waited for the world to make sense of the chaos while filling his off-time with study of the incredible phenomena that arose from the relevatory occurrence, and of those most interested in them. Through his observation, the keen-eyed and sharp-witted overachiever kept tabs on not just the actions of public organizations in response to the Rifts, but on the vague entities moving in the shadows as well. He knew that he couldn't wait for the rule of law and due process to make these extraordinary anomalies open to ordinary folks like him, and in doing so dull them down to mundane, everyday occurrences; as such, he looked to those shadows to find his ticket to greatness. 

After a while he found it: a small organization of unique individuals, already bearing Attributes from their ventures into the Rifts and putting them to good use in the underbelly of this brave new world. Boldly, he pinned them down and approached them, demanding to put his considerable skills to use for the sake of the group—after all, he'd done what countless others had failed to: finding and confronting them. Their leader considered his request, and after a trial by combat, agreed to take him in. Soon after, he faded from the book of history, and Marxion took his place.

Operating on his Organization's behalf, Marxion continues to take great interest in the Rifts, working with companies and other groups when possible to explore them as much as possible.[/list]
[b]Other[/b]:

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