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This is Vivian Daniels Smith-Smythe-Smith. He is a stock broker, his best friend is a tree, he is married to a very attractive table lamp, and he can count up to four. He is thought to be this year's outstanding twit! >SNICKER<
Just kidding!

His name is "Marc Brangwynne". That's Mark with a "C" at the end, so people know he's not messing around. He has spent his whole life in what is now known as "Blood City". He says it was just a slum when he was little, and has only gotten worse as time goes on. No one KNOWS his age, but some assume he is a man in his fifties. One thing's for sure, though. His age has not affected him one bit. He now wears his armor ALL the time, so that no one can catch him with his guard down. He even has special flaps that can open and close when he needs to eat, or take a dump or piss. As a result, he has not showered or bathed for years. Those who he has spared have said he smells (quote) "almost as bad as hell itself". But he's not looking to please anybody. Not anymore. He has two skulls with crossbones painted on his breastplate. One symbolizes his late wife from a few decades back, who was killed when the city started becoming the hellhole it is today. The other represents his late girlfriend, a fellow warrior like him, with whom he was barely becoming capable of loving another human being again. She was killed in a skirmish with one of Marc's bitter rivals a few years ago. He'll pawn firearms off of those he kills, but he always carries his trusty gatling around, even if he has no ammo left for it. Marc has barely spoken at all these last few years, but he is instantly recognizable to those who have heard tales of him. A man who has little reason to live, yet refuses to let his body die... Even if his mind already has.

Well, that's my entry for EDICTARTS' contest.

Comments are appreciated!

Description
This is Vivian Daniels Smith-Smythe-Smith. He is a stock broker, his best friend is a tree, he is married to a very attractive table lamp, and he can count up to four. He is thought to be this year's outstanding twit! >SNICKER<
Just kidding!

His name is "Marc Brangwynne". That's Mark with a "C" at the end, so people know he's not messing around. He has spent his whole life in what is now known as "Blood City". He says it was just a slum when he was little, and has only gotten worse as time goes on. No one KNOWS his age, but some assume he is a man in his fifties. One thing's for sure, though. His age has not affected him one bit. He now wears his armor ALL the time, so that no one can catch him with his guard down. He even has special flaps that can open and close when he needs to eat, or take a dump or piss. As a result, he has not showered or bathed for years. Those who he has spared have said he smells (quote) "almost as bad as hell itself". But he's not looking to please anybody. Not anymore. He has two skulls with crossbones painted on his breastplate. One symbolizes his late wife from a few decades back, who was killed when the city started becoming the hellhole it is today. The other represents his late girlfriend, a fellow warrior like him, with whom he was barely becoming capable of loving another human being again. She was killed in a skirmish with one of Marc's bitter rivals a few years ago. He'll pawn firearms off of those he kills, but he always carries his trusty gatling around, even if he has no ammo left for it. Marc has barely spoken at all these last few years, but he is instantly recognizable to those who have heard tales of him. A man who has little reason to live, yet refuses to let his body die... Even if his mind already has.

Well, that's my entry for EDICTARTS' contest.

Comments are appreciated!