Marcus s'est réveillé à lui marchant dans un paysage idyllique quelque chose semblait, hors. Il a jeté un coup d'œil sur son bras droit, il était encore là, la main de son compagnon était encore attachée autour de son bicep.
"Tu t'es arrêté, quoi de neuf?"
Il est resté silencieux pendant quelques secondes, légèrement confus.
"Marcus?"
La mémoire est revenue, ça avait du sens maintenant, il rêvait.
"Rien, juste penser"
"Tu as beaucoup réfléchi"
Il s'est bagarré à l'intérieur, pour quelqu'un né sans vue, Marie était trompeusement perspicace.
"Alors, maintenant que tu m'as volé ici, n'y avait-il pas quelque chose que tu voulais me demander?"
Aveugle comme elle était, elle savait toujours exactement où ils étaient, la même colline qu'ils avaient rencontré la première fois, quand il s'était littéralement écrasé sur elle. Il y a toutes ces années. Il pouvait dire qu'elle savait aussi précisément pourquoi il l'avait emmenée ici, qu'ils avaient dansé pendant si longtemps.
Il s'est tourné pour la regarder, et c'est là qu'il a remarqué les fissures sur son visage
Presque comme si elle s'était transformée en une vitre en forme humaine, il y avait des incisions déchiquetées, tout révélant un vide profond sous la chair, elle ouvrit impatiemment sa bouche pour dire quelque chose, mais tout le bruit qui sortit était le cri du passage du cristal.
Il a ouvert les yeux.
Le pod était intégré dans une banque, et il pouvait entendre des bavardages, un son étrange qui ne lui était pas familier, mais il était clair que c'était une langue d'une certaine sorte. La lumière l'a accueilli lorsqu'il s'est déversé des vitres en acrylique brisées. On pouvait entendre une série de thumps ternes, il était clair que tout ce qui était là-bas voulait entrer.
Pas sous sa surveillance.
Il a déclenché les boulons d'urgence à l'avant de la goupille, déclenchant la canopée pour décoller avec une force explosive. Dès qu'il était clair, il a généré un éclair de lumière intense devant lui pendant qu'il s'élançait et sur le sable. Puis il a déplacé son pouvoir et jeté une sombre ombre sur lui, allongeant son ombre et provoquant l'ambiance générale à s'assombrir considérablement. Avec son esprit, il s'est approché et a touché leurs pensées ouvertes, scrutant leur langage et en formant une compréhension.
"Qui ose" dit-il simplement, sa voix booma comme il projetait de la morosité. Espérant effrayer les locaux pour qu'il puisse chercher le nouvel Archon
Name: Marcus Skylark
Age: 1350
Archon of: Light and Dark

Physical Attributes
Apearance: Standing at 6 feet 3 inches Marcus appears to be in peak physical condition, though closer inspection reveals that much of his body is cybernetic. Including much of his chest, his right arm, and both legs
Physical Weaknesses:As much of his body is now cybernetic, he has predefined limits and cannot cross them, no matter how hard he tries. He is extremely vulnerable to weapons with an Electro Magnetic Pulse, if he his hit with a significantly damaging blast from one the circulation device that replaced his heart will be shut off.
Physical Strengths:As most of his body is cybernetic, he has immense stamina, and can win fights through sheer attrition, additionally while it is limited, he possesses immense speed and physical strength. Though he risks damage to both his implants and himself if he overclocks them too much.
Mental Attributes
Personality: The man that Marcus is now is far, far different from the one he used to be. At one time he kept an adventurous outlook on life, though somber over the death of his parents. Now however the war against Ragnarok has taken its toll, having come so far and so close twice before he has become a much more severe and cynical individual, perfectly willing to cut corners and blur the lines in order to get to his goal. In combat he becomes alive, often laughing or grinning like a madman as he brushes with death again and again. One could be forgiven for assuming that he's throwing himself at Ragnarok again and again in the hopes of being eventually killed.
Likes: Fighting, shooting, a tall flask of Whiskey, sleeping
Dislikes:Being injured, children, Ragnarok, waking up
Phobias:Failing, death, being helpless
Background
Biography: Marcus has not had the best of lives. Having witnessed the murder of his parents, he was taken in by a close friend of his father's, who fought with him in the later stages of the war. The man taught him the foundation for his fighting style, raised him to be cunning and sharp minded, and generally into the perfect soldier against Ragnarok. Unfortunately before Marcus turned 18 the man was found murdered in his own home. It didn't take him long to figure out who arranged the deed to be done. Marcus then began a long roaring rampage of revenge, culminating in the theft of his starship, and the gathering of the Archons. Unfortunately Ragnarok was prepared, and due to his brash arrogance mixed with furious rage the attempt was an utter disaster that nearly ended in his death. He was saved at the last minute by the spirit of the recently deceased Archon of Time and sent back to have another chance. Little did he expect a deranged clone of himself waiting for him, a sociopath that stalked his every move and set about to murdering those he cared about. The experience sobered him greatly, and he realized that cooperating with his fellow inheritors would be necessary for victory, not just throwing them towards the enemy and expecting them to come out stronger like he had. Unfortunately the realization came too late and before he knew it all but the Archon of Time and the Archon of Water were lost, faced with losing again he urged the Time Archon to send them back
Combat Information
Typical form of combat: Prefers to stay tactically flexible at all times, but more often then not will engage in melee in combat.
Preferred Team Role: Frontline Vanguard/Berserker
 After he picked up the weapon it changed in appearance to suit him, rather than his father before him.
Unique Equipment: The ship that he calls home, The Leviathan Additionally he carries with him a memento from an old mentor, A Mateba Unica 6 Autorevolver