Marcus Major
Marcus Major (a.k.a. Mark)
Marcus "Mark" Major is a human from Aballon. He lived his life struggling to find meaning and purpose in the world despite his rapid advancement in Multifold Industries. One day, tired of the drudgery and wanting to take up in the spirit of the western movies he admired, he packed his bags and picked a ticket to anywhere but here. Now he seeks purpose and a place to belong, hoping to find it in the deep vastness of space.
Mental characteristics
Education
Educated to a Master's Degree in Engineering with a Minor in Ship Design from the Legacy University of the First Ones in Aballon. Outside of this he has maintained a consistent knowledge on weapons manufacturing, pointless pop culture references, and all the wrong things about cowboy movies.
Employment
Used to work as one of the lead spaceship and weapons engineers in Multifold Industries on Aballon, however now due to his escapade and unwillingness to return to work he has been fired from his job. Now he's going from place to place looking for odd jobs to sustain his adventuring along with the rest of the crew of the SHIP NAME.
Social
Family Ties
The relationship Mark has with his parents is tenuous at best. He constantly feels subservient and uncared for by them yet feels an intense need to be loyal and follow orders from them, especially from his father Marcus Senior. He has tried countless times to be a person that his parents can respect him, but the truth is, that there is little he can do to stop them from feeling disappointed in him.
Wealth & Financial state
Mark was raised in a higher strata than the rest of the society in Aballon. He resided in luxurious living quarters with all his needs met, which is exceedingly difficult to do in a planet who's environment is naturally hazardous to human life. All in all, Mark was never wanting of anything and had all of his whims taken care of.
Marcus "Mark" Major is a runaway corp kid that watched a few too many westerns and action movies. After spending the last few years in a soulless job in Multifold Industries he just left to go anywhere else.
Character Location
Alignment
Chaotic Good
Age
22
Date of Birth
18th of Calistril, 297
Birthplace
Striving, Aballon
Children
Current Residence
None
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Short Dirty Blonde Flattop
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White
Height
5 ft. 11 in.
Weight
155 lb.
Quotes & Catchphrases
Howdy! Tips Cowboy Hat.
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Waterlogged
21 Abadaius 320
When I thought of seeing the deepest reaches of the deep blue sea I did not expect it to come as soon, rapidly, and violently as it just did. The fine ship known as the Diaspora crossing faced some severe failures and the ship spun out of control and we came crashing down. Fortunately a Raxilite came and steered the ship to a water landing, stopping the heaviest of blows. Yet this spinning and feeling the full force of a crash down to a planet unknown was exhilarating. I can't remember much of after that, but I know that everyone in our pod survived but the other two humans suffered a bit in the crash. Yet with salt and blood we crawled out of our pod before it became our tombs.
At this point my head began to clear up if I did feel somewhat lightheaded and I saw the people around me were rather hysterical. The full group, now being rowed by me to a nearby shore, were 2 Humans (Gregor, and Luna), 1 Skittermander (Ramble), and 1 Raxilite (Jars) with his drone. I've found that everyone was hysterical as we rowed over to shore, where two figures were visibly crawling out of the wreckage. Our raft decided to arm ourselves and try to wage old Viking war with the other crash survivors, yet as it proved they were just as desperate as we were. A lot of talking and introductions were passed, alongside with their usual pleasantries, but I didn't truly pay attention. I was struck by the beauty of the world around me.
There was a sky, visible and blue, along with a breeze that was of coarse salt. A gentle sun kissed my hat as it dried off my clothes, which were now covered in sweat and water, and its collar with a hint of my own blood that was now dryed in my forehead. The sand in my feet and shoes felt soft and warm, yet as I dug my hands below the surface it felt cool to the touch. Alarms and fire could be heard but all that I listened to was the rolling waves along with a not too distant waterfall. Then with the last groans of a dying ship the pod sank deep, and I took a picture of that perfect moment. The moment I couldn't go back to who I was before.
Ain't That a Kick in the Head
20 Abadius 320 AG
The day shines dimly today with the overcast sky dashing a blue hue of the sky shining down. The light blues and grays of the day's light compliment the rather drab and disheveled attire that I carry with me. My suit shoes splash with the puddles of water that have formed from the drizzle above and make their way to the ship ahead. This is my second time travelling so the elongated white ship with its singular purple stripe. Strolling inside the ship is as sleek as the outside. Seemingly modular and pragmatic it has little outside of its cafe/bar and some twenty odd chairs for the shorter flights. When we departed I felt my soul move with the ship to the stars.
Aballon was dark with harsh lights, a place made for machines to labor infinitely with no semblance of rest. I've lived there my whole life and never left, never saw why I should. When I saw the stars for the first time I was awestruck. I've been outside but the blinding light of the sun would not let me see the soft glow of the stars out there in the beyond. The Beyond, the frontier with it's beautiful soft oscillating colors that shone through the window I stared with my whiskey in hand. There it was in front of me, freedom. The stars beholden to no one like the tumbleweed in the ancient west I roll to see where I may go. In this moment I saw the vast expanse and fell into a deep reflection that I'm still not sure what it means. What will I find in this space?
Lone Star shine down on my Home Town!
Fill my memory!
Light my way!
Dreams
22 of Abadaius 320 AG
Things have not gone for the better. Even though there is a general peace in the land I'm now starting to feel like an intruder in this place. I had no choice in the matter of my arrival here but I'm trying to make the best of it. The night sky shines beautifully yet the sand is soaked with the blood of the inhabitants of this place.
They came in the night, small feathered creatures came and began to stalk our camp. I was awoken by the screams of pain of Shep who was attacked. We were cornered back at camp, and I tried to scare them off but then they attacked. I was unsure on what to do so I fell back to being told what to do. Shep told me to shoot, and I did, and I killed one of them. Then they went for our food, and I kept trying to fire as they ran off with some of our rations. Some got away and then it all went quiet. I saw the blood ooze from their bodies and I passed out.
I dreamt of the moments back at home where I would look at the stars and their vast expanse, and I wondered what waited across the horizon. Machines craved their structure and order and all I wanted was to escape, and I finally did. Is this the truth of the experience? I acted to defend the camp and the little supplies we had but the world seems to not want us here. Where are the wonderful acts of heroism that I read, when all I see are injured and scared people trying to hold on to what little life we have.
I don't like what is happening anymore.
What comes next?
I haven't had that many thoughts recently but now things have picked up today. We finally escaped the island due to a string of encounters that were all kinda mixed bag. I feared for my life for the first time... although it was terrifying at the time after everything passed I felt pretty good. The rush and the thrill of being in danger made me feel more alive than ever. We discovered some kind of abandoned bunker of a civilization that has data that exists before the gap. Really incredible stuff for people who are smarter than me. We did some fighting amongst ourselves (verbally) and against the bunker's defenses (physically) and in the end it all came ahead. What everyone found impressive that was hidden away was the AI inside the bunker, I just kept thinking how there are actual millions of those in Aballon, why is anyone surprised? This AI found a way to ping both Castrovel and the Starstone at the same time. We fought the "Death Fish" that came to eat us but in the end our newfound AI friend saved us before it was too late.
Then the amazing thing happened. This group called "The Starfinder Society" came to rescue us. Well, more to find what the hell was sending messages to the Starstone but it was the best thing I had ever seen! They had a ship, a crew, stories. They all looked SO COOL. These people are the real space cowboys. They go out and find new places never before seen and map them out, finding out the great things that happen in them. Explorers of the newest frontiers just to see what is out there in beautiful space. I want to be them.
As we travelled closer to known worlds and got on their ship we received signal to our phones once again but I don't care about that lame old job punching numbers every day seeing what different set of instructions comes next. I only care about the stars and what's beyond them. To see the true beauty of the unknown... but I'm sort of now stuck with these people until the whole situation gets sorted.
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