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Name: Marcus Larkins
Alias: Jackass, Blackthumb
Age: 39 (Born July 22nd, 2042)
Ethnicity: Australian-American
Birthplace:
Appearance: (See Art)
(Art by KandyMorningstar)
Family Ranking: Loner Nomad, looking for a permanent family.
Parental Status: Both parents dead
Childhood: Spent in a decaying Australian neighborhood, later moved to the NUSA to join a Nomad tribe that would later fall.
Personality: Largely quiet, but a very no-nonsense type man, Marcus "Jackass" Larkins can come off as rude, crazy, or brutish. Deep down he is a broken man wishing only to keep those he considers family safe, by any means necessary, while keeping himself alive.
Friends: Many he's grown distant with, very few from his original tribe. Occasionally tries to keep contact with those he considers "useful."
Enemies: He tries not to make them, but shit happens. The things one does for survival.
Role: Nomad
Skills: Car/Bike mechanics, heavy pistols, snipers, driving (tarmac/offroad)
Languages: English, Spanish, some Japanese.
Starting Cyberware
Humanity: 50
Weapons
Other Gear
Born in 2042 to a family of nomads roaming the Australian deserts, Marcus Larkins has known nothing but the nomad lifestyle his whole life. Leaving his tribe in Australia, Marcus would join a smaller tribe of exotics, later becoming one himself in the form of a donkey, earning the nickname "Jackass." As his travels with the group grew, so too did his skill, eventually finding the salvage of a Holden Torana in the American wastelands and spending the next several years fixing it up. As his life's work, the lovingly nicknamed "Black-On-Black" after his love for the Mad Max films, neared completion, disaster struck his tribe. A rival gang, seeing the exotics as inhuman, hunted the gang "for sport," killing most of the tribe easily. Marcus would take the drivable but incomplete Torana and flee, swearing to exact vengeance for his newfound family.
Though the car remains in a drivable yet still unfinished state, Marcus ventures the wastelands and frequents NC often for parts and food, if not extra cash. A lone nomad, he sees himself as a sort of guardian angel over other struggling nomads and mercs, never asking for anything in return to helping them and leaving usually as quick as he arrived...
Alias: Jackass, Blackthumb
Age: 39 (Born July 22nd, 2042)
Ethnicity: Australian-American
Birthplace:
Appearance: (See Art)
(Art by KandyMorningstar)
Family Ranking: Loner Nomad, looking for a permanent family.
Parental Status: Both parents dead
Childhood: Spent in a decaying Australian neighborhood, later moved to the NUSA to join a Nomad tribe that would later fall.
Personality: Largely quiet, but a very no-nonsense type man, Marcus "Jackass" Larkins can come off as rude, crazy, or brutish. Deep down he is a broken man wishing only to keep those he considers family safe, by any means necessary, while keeping himself alive.
Friends: Many he's grown distant with, very few from his original tribe. Occasionally tries to keep contact with those he considers "useful."
Enemies: He tries not to make them, but shit happens. The things one does for survival.
Role: Nomad
Skills: Car/Bike mechanics, heavy pistols, snipers, driving (tarmac/offroad)
Languages: English, Spanish, some Japanese.
Starting Cyberware
- Exotic Bodysculpt (donkey)
- Digitigrade legs
- Tail
Humanity: 50
Weapons
- Mateba Ithaqua .454 Casull revolver
- SVD-2
Other Gear
- 1977 Holden Torana LX SL/R 5000 A9X - "Black-On-Black" (subject to being submitted per staff request)
Born in 2042 to a family of nomads roaming the Australian deserts, Marcus Larkins has known nothing but the nomad lifestyle his whole life. Leaving his tribe in Australia, Marcus would join a smaller tribe of exotics, later becoming one himself in the form of a donkey, earning the nickname "Jackass." As his travels with the group grew, so too did his skill, eventually finding the salvage of a Holden Torana in the American wastelands and spending the next several years fixing it up. As his life's work, the lovingly nicknamed "Black-On-Black" after his love for the Mad Max films, neared completion, disaster struck his tribe. A rival gang, seeing the exotics as inhuman, hunted the gang "for sport," killing most of the tribe easily. Marcus would take the drivable but incomplete Torana and flee, swearing to exact vengeance for his newfound family.
Though the car remains in a drivable yet still unfinished state, Marcus ventures the wastelands and frequents NC often for parts and food, if not extra cash. A lone nomad, he sees himself as a sort of guardian angel over other struggling nomads and mercs, never asking for anything in return to helping them and leaving usually as quick as he arrived...