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Name: Marcus Cruor
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Marcus stands just over six feet tall and weighs in at 160 pounds. He is Caucasian and somewhat pale but possesses a lean, well-toned physique. Medium length, shaggy, pale blond hair obscures much of his angular face. The only features truly visible are his slender nose, pointed chin covered in slight stubble, and his kind grey eyes.

Clothing of choice: Contrary to his laid back nature, Marcus presents a rather professional attire most of the time. His main form of dress includes a tailored black suit of decent quality, well-shined black dress shoes, a black belt of Italian leather (its buckle adorned with the symbol of the Knights), and a stainless steel wristwatch (waterproof). His favorite color being green, Marcus is more often than not found wearing a green dress shirt with her suit and a simple white tie. When he is able to abandon more professional concerns, Marcus dresses for comfort rather than style and immediately dons his signature bucket hat which is covered in white and green stripes.
Weaponry of choice: Cruor’s main weapon is undoubtly his rhetoric. An uncanny orator and politician, Marcus is able to command crowds like a second nature. That being said, he is no fool and recognizes the need for self defense. To that end he carries a simple walking cane. Planted in the tip of the cane is a powerful stun gun (a feature of his own design, built by Saxon). The shock produces over 100 milliamps which is more than enough to disrupt the victim’s heart and breathing aka IT’S FATAL.
The cane contains a second hidden surprise in addition to the tazer, a blade hidden within the shaft. The blade is forged from reinforced high carbon steel (blessed and powder coated with silver). Inside the handle of the sword (which is also the handle of the cane) is a compact ultrasonic generator. This causes the blade to vibrate at an extremely high frequency, ensuring that the blade never become stuck and a glancing blow becomes a gaping wound.

Race: Human
Abilities:
Marcus received the same brutal training regiment that every other member of the founding Knights had and therefore has a decent grasp of martial arts and self defense techniques (including survival techniques). In addition to that he is a world class swordsman due to his tutelage under such blade masters as Rone Dreshendler and Castiel Angelus.
Despite all this, Marcus does not have the raw talent for combat his allies do and prefers to observe from the sidelines. He is, however, academically and tactically brilliant, always a step ahead of his opponent. While his scientific ability pales in comparison to that of Henry Saxon, Cruor prides himself on being able to think outside the box and uses this to catch his opponents off guard with a combination of misdirection and deception.
Organization: Knights of the Damned
Personality:
Although he is usually seen as a laid-back, jovial fellow, Marcus also shows a deceptively cunning and serious side when the situation warrants it. He commonly uses idle conversation and outward concern as an act of distracting his opponents. Despite his care-free attitude, he always speaks politely, but is sometimes sarcastic. It has often been said that he tends to go over the top with whatever he becomes passionate about. He holds fast to the ideals of the original Knights of the Holy Light and strives to make their paradise a reality. This dream has become a slight obsession of his along with a fascination in sociology and human nature.
Rank: Ruler of the Knights
Biography:
The son of Rone Dreschendler, emperor of the Knights of the Holy Light, Marcus was destined for greatness from birth. However, paranoia and suspicion eventually led Rone to disown his only child and young Marcus was given his mother’s maiden name. Stripped of his birthright, he developed his jovial personality to mask his inner resentment as he endured the strict upbringing of a Knight in his father’s order. His rough childhood was made substantially better due to his fast friendship with Kachiri Ferreira, an orphan girl adopted by the Knights in an excursion to Brazil.
Unbelievably athletic, Kachiri soon proved to be the perfect counter to the studious Marcus. As the saying goes, opposites attract and the two soon became inseparable. Cursed with a habit of talking his way into problems, Marcus was often forced to use Ferreira as a bodyguard of sorts. Soon the day of the Exodus arrived, the day that Rone and his fellow founding Knights would begin their search for the Holy Grail and to his surprise, Marcus and Kachiri were selected to join them. They had been hand picked from their generation to continue their training while the Order was left in the capable hands of Demetrius Veran.
Years later, the last of the founders have passed on and the Exodus has officially ended in failure. Finally returning home after his years of travel and training, Cruor found the Order in the hands of the insane pyrokinetic, Adara. Through superior tactics and planning, Marcus and Kachiri were able to kill the psychopath with little trouble just as the final stage of her plot to take control of England began. With both the Knights of the Damned, and the Queen of England, under his control, Marcus Crour has at his disposal all the tools he could need to remake the world into the paradise he had dreamed of for so long.
RP Sample:
Sample 1 (The assassination of Adara and the closest Marcus will probably come to actual combat)
Adara snarled darkly at the twosome before her. Her mouth full of sharpened canines betrayed her hatred and near animalistic aggresion. She took a step forward, her boot splashing in the water.
"You think I need my flames to kill the likes of you? You forget yourself Marcus. I'm leading the Order for a reason you know. Under my command we control this entire godforsaken county. Today England burns...tomorrow...I bring on the Apocalypse." those frightening teeth morphed into a cheshire grin as the air grew tense. Adara was preparing for something.
Marcus had studied enough combat recordings to recognize a quickdraw stance. She was planning on shooting them with those guns holstered on her hips. He sent Kachiri a sidelong glance, telling her the time had come.
"No Adara. You're in charge because the last of the decent people in the Order have died. You're a mad dog who got off it's leash and I'm not about to let you run rampant. In a fair fight you'd kill me in less than a minute...but I'm not fighting fair now am I?" with that Marcus thrust the tip on his cane into the puddle covering the floor and activated teh tazer. A powerful stream of electricity travelled along the watery pather to Adara and shot up the Primera Minister's legs.
While water may be an excellent conductor, there was enough resistence to ensure Adara didn't die from that shock. That being said it hurt like hell, a fact made clear by Adara's roar of pain. throughout the ordeal, she managed to remain on her feet. It was facinating really, usng pure beserker rage to overcome crippling pain. Adara moved to create her flames despite the danger but Marcus had forseen this as well.
"Now Kachiri!" he said signalling his old friend to end this madness once and for all.
Sample Post 2 (Conversation with a high ranking knight regarding the English takeover)
Smiling happily, Marcus chose not to answer Kachiri directly and instead pulled out his cellphone. He had given Saxon more than enough time to accomplish his goal so it was time for a little update. He scrolled down to the Prime Minister's number and moved to make the call when much to his suprise, one of the newest additions to the Knight's ranks sprang into view. Marcus blinked once in suprise as a horde of english police gave chase after the energetic young Raptis. Shaking his head, Cruor couldn't supress the chuckle building in his breast. Despite only knowing he boy a short time, he had to admit he was fond of him. Raptis had immense potential, along with a touch of arrogence.
Taking the black box from Kachiri's lap, he thrust a thumb in the direction of the newly formed pile of uniforms, beneath which the Ensign struggled. They had a schedule to keep and this was one of the rare occasions that a bit of brute force was the easiest course of action.
"I'm gonna give old Henry a call. Do me a favor and help our young friend out ok? Just make sure you leave these guys alive, they kind of work for us in a roundabout way now." Cruor's fingers drummed atop the box as the phone rang once before Saxon answered. Marcus' voice remained calm, jovial even.
"Well it's been a long time Henry. I'm not quite sure how to break this to you but Adara's taken a permenant leave of absence. I'll be running things from here on out. I gotta congradulate you on your work over the last few days, impressive stuff. I'd like to call a little meeting of the minds back in scotland while things quiet down here. Please try and get back as soon as you can." Marcus hung up the phone and returned it to his pocket. The mind washing programs should be kicking in even as they had spoken. By killing Adara Marcus had inherited the protection all the Order leaders enjoyed. He was essentially untouchable. Raptis was one of the few members who had yet to undergo the process and as much as it hurt him to do it, Marcus would ensure it happened as soon as they reached the castle.