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[center][h2][b]Marcus Engan/Military Governor of Venus[/b][/h2][/center]

[h2][center]52/447 R.C.║Zern Empire║Venusian║Male [/center][/h2][h3][b]Physical Appearance [/b][/h3]
A tall gentleman, standing roughly six feet, whose once-youthful features have steadily become touched by the withering hand of time, despite the attentions of Martian geneticists. With sharp features, aquiline nose, and deep warm brown eyes, the aging officer had fancied himself quite the looker in his youth, though now his dark hair has begun to fade with age and the stress of his position. His typical dress is the uniform of his office, with all the finery and dignity one might expect of so high ranking a Martian officer. 
[h3][b]Personality Traits: [/b][/h3]
-Loyal
-Stoic
-Fair
-Harsh
-Dour
[h3][b]Biography:[/b][/h3]
	From my father, I learned patience, and of strength to bear the heavy burdens of life as they fall by the grace of God. To persevere and work with skill and cunning, a lesson taken from my Grandfather. My mother taught me of compassion, and to wield forgiveness hand in hand with the rod. It was my Grandmother who gave me the wisdom to use both in their proper measure. Through the years of my life I have had many teachers, as all men do, and I am thankful that I was so blessed to have ones who knew well what it means to be virtuous. When first I went to work with my father in the mines, I learned fast that mine would not be so easy, or even fair, as the ones lead by those I now call my peers. Yet even still, here I sit within my quarters, orbiting the adoptive world of mankind by will of the Emperor himself. The lessons I learned in my youth upon Venus helped me to reach so glorious heights, as well as the many which came in time from many fine men, and some who were less so. Even now I remember the words of my superior officers, who broke and beat me as though I were a wild stallion from ancient Earth, molding my body in the crucible of combat and discipline. A boy of sixteen years left his home, dissatisfied with what fortune had seen fit to give him upon sweet Venus, and was made a man by the hands of Father Mars. 
	Through years of toil, duty, and war I earned the privilege of rank and all that came with it, and in time Father Mars came to see me as one of his own children. Pirates, dissenters, upstart nobles, all foes of the Empire I have gladly faced in my decades of service to my fellow man and the Emperor. Bloody work as it was, it has taught me much of the nature of my fellow men, their anxieties and fears, and the cruelties we might visit upon one another. The subtler arts of intrigue and politic became known to me in time, and I bless the memory of dear Captain Holtzman for his lessons in so frustrating fields of war. Without his guidance, I surely would have died broken upon the rocky shores of ambition and intrigue, rather than leave a score of my foes there to rot in ignoble positions. Such was his fate, God rest his soul, to die piloting the Oliver when he should have lived to succeed me. But such is the risk we take in our profession, one which becomes ever greater with the implementation of these mobile suits. I am reminded of when the snarling, hound-faced fiend attacked our ship and sent many a man to cold death in the ether. But such things I will not dwell on here, and instead pray for those men and the families they left behind. Now I have been again blessed with the chance to serve my own kinsmen, as well as my Empire in the capacity of Military Governor of Venus. The civillian governor's ignorance or worse yet, incompetence, has lead to great divisions within my home, which I hope to mend with my tenure. May God grant me the strength and wisdom to undertake this task, and guard the Empire from enemies within and without.
	-Excerpt from the collected writings and ruminations of Governor Marcus Engan.
[h3][b]Skills and Abilities[/b][/h3]
[b]Oration[/b]: Decades of crawling his way through the political quagmire of Mars and her colonies has given Governor Engan a rapier wit and skilled tongue, with which he has curried many favors and gained allies within the upper echelons of Martian society. In his position as Military Governor, it shall be an invaluable skill when addressing the people of his homeworld and in talks to ease the tension within the Empire. 

[b]Naval Strategy[/b]: From a simple ship's mate to commanding his own fleet, Marcus Engan knows well the ins and outs of naval combat within the void of space. Slow, calculated, and graceful, one cannot afford to make mistakes in position or timing. Ships, mobile suits, and marines all have their place in void warfare, and Marcus Engan is familiar with them all. 

[b]Veteran Combatant[/b]: Unlike many of his current peers and subordinates, Governor Engan has been veteran of dozens of conflicts across the Empire. Since he was a youth working aboard military vessels he has time and again needed to do or die in the midst of combat, in quite the literal sense. Though never trained to pilot mobile suits, the more traditional role of a marine and ship-to-ship combat is one with which he has been very familiar. 

[b]Administrator[/b]: The duty of commanding fleets, let alone planets, has given the Governor great experience in the day to day operations, logistics, and needs of running such a well oiled (if cumbersome) machine. 

[b]Miniature Enthusiast[/b]: Now that Governor Engan has begun to slip into his later years, he tries to find time for hobbies. Chief of which are models and displays of all sorts. Ships, mobile suits, even entire armies deployed upon hand-crafted battlefields, it is a time consuming yet fulfilling distraction which Marcus believes keeps him sharp. 
[h3][b]Personal Items and Equipment[/b][/h3]
Officer's Sidearm- A beautifully crafted and well kept, if simple, .357 revolver that has served Marcus well through many years of service.

Long-knife- Given to Marcus as part of his first dress uniform in the navy, this blade has seen much in the years he has carried it. Though largely ceremonial, one cannot deny the effectiveness of such a tool in the enclosed spaces of a ship in the midst of combat. In his day, no marine or sailor worth their salt would step foot into port on shore-leave without their trusty blade close at hand.  

Miniature Elemental Printer- A small gift from the Emperor himself (or signed by him at least) upon Egan's appointment to Military Governor. This lovely device allows Marcus to indulge in his hobby of miniatures and painting, producing all manner of quaint objects for his amusement.
[h3][b]Strengths and Weaknesses[/b][/h3]
Decades of service have made Marcus Engan one of the most seasoned and veteran officers in the Emperor's service, a student of war and strategy who has schooled scores of students in these same arts. However, even with the vitality and youth provided to a man his age through Martian genecrafting, time and the rigors of combat have certainly taken their toll on his body. Equally competent leading from the bridge of a ship or within a command tent as he is in the heat of combat with fellow defenders of Mars. Though recognizing their importance in a ever changing battlefield, the piloting of mobile suits is a skill which the old war dog has declined to learn. 
[h3][b]Chosen Mobile Weapon[/b][/h3]
Guildenstern Heavy Cruiser [i]Mons[/i]
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