Name: Marcus "Bhadra" Cumbry
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: Somewhere between 16 and 20
Height: Somewhere around 6 ft.
Weight: 179 pounds, give or take twenty
Build: Broad shoulders, but lean body. Due to excessive amounts of climbing and foraging, Bhadra has developed a very athletic body focused on cardio and limb strength
Hair: Dirty, almost brunette, blonde. Fairly curled, gets worse with humidity. Almost always tied back in a braided ponytail
Eyes: Bright, crisp green
Skin: Fair, but worn. Already developing wrinkles around the eyes.
Skills: Growing up and operating in No Man's Land has given Bhadra a varied set of survival based skills. Tracking, moving silently, basic map making, impromptu shelter construction, first aid, close quarters combat, the list goes on. None of these skills, however, even come close to his handle over marksmanship. His chosen field name is by no means an overestimation of his prowess with fire arms. Close and medium range weaponry, one could call him adept with those, yes. The same could never be said for his gift with long range, precision rifles, however. In his home, in the ruins of the National Mall, and on many of his excursions into gang controlled lands, he has met nor seen any who can match him in this field.
Equipment: Beyond basic survival gear (flint and steel, water canteen, home-made rations, etc), Marcus is never without the following
1) Bullpup survival rifle, AR-platform, caliber convertible (.223, .308, and 5.56). Effective range of five hundred and thirty-five meters. Forward magazine ejection. Emerald beam laser sights, with attachable suppressor for stealth operations.
2) Several magazines of each ammo type. Five .223 magazines, each holding 35 rounds. Four .308 Win round magazines, each holding 25 rounds. Four 5.56 round magazines, each holding 20 rounds.
3)Water canteen with auto-purifier he scrounged from a Survival/Game store.
4) Several days worth of dried meats and "scrap bread"
5) Recon-survival tool. An all in one hatchet, trencher, saw blade, and rescue hook
6) Basic first aid. Adhesive strips, rubbing alcohol, three doses of anti-inflammatory / fever reduces.
Companions: Four animal companions, all dogs he (or his rarely mentioned and deceased father) raised and trained to be obedient tracker/hunters. While each canine has physical features that sets it apart from the other, it is rather strange. All of them bear striking similarities to African Wild Dogs. Where such animals were procured, Bhadra never lets on. Perhaps, a long time ago, their ancestors escaped the Washington Zoo...Who can really say? Either way, the mercenary always brings at least one with him, where ever he goes, but always leaves the others to guard The Nest. Three females, and one male:
Titus(m)(second oldest)
Morra(f)(oldest)
Bellona(f)(missing an eye)
Lucille(f)(youngest, can barely be considered an adult specimen)
Personality-Strengths, Weaknesses, Flaws and Thoughts: Marcus is not what some one would call a "people person". First and foremost, he is an opportunist, selfish and self serving. Who ever raised him did a very good job of drilling in the concept of "survival of the fittest" and "success in fewer numbers", minus the dogs of course. Openly expresses disdain for each of the major gangs that vie for control of the region, each for their own reasons, but none of these attitudes go any further than distaste. A simplistic man, with violent tendencies, and a greedy ear for words such as "payment" or "reward". Highly protective of his territory, and anyone who enters it
with his permission. Doesn't like to abandon a project, a goal, or a job, unless hes sure he won't come out the other side of it more or less the same, and richer in resources.
Brief Biography: The past is more or less a closed book, but the present is much more open. Having set himself up the remains of the Washington Monument, in a well defended hiding hole known only to himself and those who seek him as The Nest or The Eye-Tower, Bhadra needs very little beyond what he has already gathered. A steady supply of ammunition, a basic water collection system, a shelter built into the structure of the derelict monument itself, and several ways up and down the spire. Security, drink, and food. Despite his "comfy" lifestyle, the mercenary finds himself bored from time to time, and that, coupled with his avarice for more and training passed down from grandfather to father to him, the son, free lance work seemed like a good option to satisfy all his urges and wants. His price, usually, comes down to one of four things, in order or priority: medicine, ammunition, food, and a night or two with some disease free women.