(http://cache-04.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/9/2010/12/red2.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus Walker<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Hunter/skinner/trader/tracker/bounty hunter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The general store, saloon when in town.<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Marcus carries himself with a "hunter" reserve. He can carry a conversation quite well but is never in tune with current news due to the time he spends in the "wilderness." Sometimes he makes an appointment simply for the company, retelling his tales of beasts he has hunted, from bears to mountain lions sometimes with only his knife, he is a thrill seeker of sorts who thrills in the hunt.<br/><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong>Skinning knife/ throwing knife<br/><strong>Description:</strong>5'8 with a thin/lithe looking body that packs a tight and lean musculature with hardly any body fat on him. It is clear the man lives off the land, meats, berries and the occasional sacks of grain he takes back with him to his camp which no one has ever seen. His body has various scars mostly in the shape of claw /fang marks and bullet holes.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Marcus Walker came from hard working folks up in the north. In his early twenties he came down to the south where he quickly became well known for his hunting skills. The man comes into town during the winter months and rents a room in a hotel but during the others seasons he leaves to collect furs and return to trade or take on contracts. Walker makes a decent living doing what he does and is rumored to have a nice estate building up in the local branch of Wells Fargo, it seemed his furs are a highly sough commodity back in the civilized east.