<strong>Name: <em>Marcus McLone  a.k.a. The Hammer, Big Mick.</em><br/>Race: <em>Human</em><br/>Gender: <em>Male</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>(MARCUS: Before the bar fights when he was arrested for assault 6 years ago.)</strong><br/>(http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/SDA/SDA501/torso-long-hair_~stsc00001.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Appearance:</strong></span><br/><strong>Height</strong>: 6'9"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>289 lbs.<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Shoulder length, usually in a braid down the back, and is a deep brown with red tint to it.<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Narrow and often haunting, a deep shade of green with amber around the pupil.<br/><strong>Body Type:</strong>Marcus stands very tall for his Irish blood, and holds a body that is both powerful and defined. His strengths comes from his hard work ethic and fight training.<br/><strong>Clothing:</strong>While at work Marcus keeps himself in a denim jumpsuit, usually with rolled up sleeves, over a wife beater and a pair of gym shorts. He always wears his Patten black leather combat boots, usually shined in a dull way and his pant legs to his jumpsuit always are tucked into his boots. When in regular clothes he usually dresses in a pair of low rise destroyed denim jeans, nothing underneath as usual, with a loose fitting short sleeve shirt or a form fitting thermal long sleeve. He never leaves his home without his .357 magnum tucked in the back of his pants. He works as a mechanic, the job is dangerous.<br/><strong>Distinguishing marks:</strong>Scarring over his right pec from just under the collar bone, it is in a stab like pattern, sixteen marks erratically over his large still well toned pec. Received after a bar fight that he was in, the men around the bar placed bets as the fight began, winner would get a cut of the action. After sixteen stab woulds from a 4 inch blade Marcus spun the blade around and used the attackers weight to drive the blade through his sternum and into his heart. Marcus also has a tattoo over his left side of his abs from under his left pec down to just to the side of his groin, a large and somewhat stretched long Celtic Cross.<br/><br/><strong>Physical Abilities/Limitations:</strong><br/>Physically superior than most men both in height and power, rather quick for a large man, and his stamina is his best asset. He could run three miles at his 75% speed and still have enough energy to have a fist fight once he got there. He was injured badly in a bar fight scarring up his chest, although his did not do anything to his lungs, which the doctors were shocked by, but made his right punch shorter. In the sense that he cannot fully extend his right arm in a fight unless he wanted to dislocate his shoulder.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Socioeconomic Class/Standing</strong></span></em><br/><br/>* Class: Mechanic, fighter, bouncer, danger junkie.<br/><br/>* Religion: Catholic<br/><br/>* Place of Birth: South Boston, MA.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Weapons:</strong></span><br/>Twin brass knuckles, an Infidel switchblade, .357 magnum with seven rounds capable not six, and a whole lot of insanity with loving a good fight.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Misc:</strong></span><br/>A 1967 Shelby Mustang GT 500 painted a jet black, A weeks worth of clothes in his trunk, plenty of ammo and speed loaders, a pound of weed he wasn't able to deliver before this happen, two cartons of Marlboro reds, a zippo lighter, a pair of shades, two things of shoe polish and two shoe rags.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Background:</strong></span><br/><br/>Marcus grew up in the mean streets of southie Boston and then moved to a piece of nothing and got a job, trying to escape the prices on his head back home. Keeping up his illegal activities where he could and fighting at the local bar for extra cash. The job just let him smuggle drugs and other such illegals as guns into the place.<br/>