NAME:  Marcus Lawrence Smith
AGE:  33
PLACE OF BIRTH:  Brooklyn, New York
NATIONALITY:  American
ETHNICITY:  Mixed (Black/Hispanic (dad), Russian/German/Chinese (mom))
BRANCH:  U.S. Army, Enlisted, Special Forces
RANK:  Sergeant First-Class (E-7)

PHYSICAL:
Height: 2 meters (approximately 6'0")
Weight: 96 kgs. (approximately 202 lbs.)
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue

Marcus is not largely muscled, but lean and muscular; a gymnasts build. His mixed ethnicities create an interesting mix – light tan skin contrasting with his almond shaped blue eyes. You can only tell that he has black hair by his eyebrows since his shapely round head is shaven bald as a matter of convenience.

From the way he wears his uniform and equipment you suspect he might be one of those "special forces" operators.  His well-worn ripstop woodland camouflage BDU shirt is worn tucked in and seems modified with the lower shirt pockets moved to the upper arms. The matching BDU pants held up by a black rigger's belt are unbloused over a pair of green jungle boots that have seen better days. There is no visible insignia except for Velcro in place of certain spots like name and branch, tabs and unit patch, skill badges. The only visible velcro insignia is on his left shoulder pocket and reads "O POS" over "SMI4728". To keep the elements off his shaved head he wears an equally worn and matching boonie hat.

PERSONALITY:
A rather laconic, stoic professional.  His former life has left him with a bit of a lackadaisical outlook on life, leading him take risks many often would not take.  Yet, he hasn't been killed despite his own actions; perhaps god has a bigger and better purpose for him.  The fallen angel - angel of vengeance.  By his chosen profession he speaks as curtly as possible avoiding useless banter.  Those who have worked with him swear they've never seen him smile, ever.  Naturally possessing the uncommon ability of common sense, he unwittingly has excelled.  However, his lack of conversation tends to lend to people viewing him with some suspicion (i.e., "what is this guy hiding?").  The quintessential quiet professional with no attachments and nothing to live for except to be a soldier.

BRIEF HISTORY:
Marcus Lawrence Smith was born in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, NYC to Lawrence Derek Smith (a police officer/former Green Beret) and Silvia Ann Walther (a registered nurse) on October 31, 1967.  Marcus' childhood was quiet and uneventful. Of average intelligence he got by in school, but was naturally athletic dominating any sports he participated in, to include Jujitsu.  Growing up in the Brighton Beach area of Brooklyn he was exposed to a great deal of Russian-American culture and his best friend, Vlad, taught him some Russian to get by.  A Boy Scout, Marcus enjoyed the outdoors and even escaped the city every so often with this dad's friend to go hunting.  Despite his average intelligence he was able to attend NYC's #1 public high school, Stuyvesant High School in Manhattan, where he developed both mentally and physically.  After high school he went to college like most other Stuyvesant graduates. While at the State University of New York at Binghamton near Binghamton, NY he met the woman of his dreams Audrey Chin, a student in physical therapy and a superb athlete herself.  Within a few months they were set to marry.  Their official union was obviously not without some controversy with the both of them being so young.  Nonetheless they eloped and had a quaint wedding in December in their native NYC.

  Soon after celebrating the joyous occasion of marriage Marcus' parents were killed in a home invasion.  The perpetrators were never caught.  Marcus' grades began to suffer due to his lack of interest in school.  Audrey and him were living a happily married couples life, until Audrey had a miscarriage.  These tragedies in such close proximity to each other led to his eventual expulsion from the university.  Marcus spiraled into a mild depression, drinking heavily, staying out late, and womanizing.  Audrey knew something was wrong, and one day, a fateful November, she caught him having drunken sex in their own bed with some other woman.  Devastated Audrey ran out, tears streaking down her face and jumped into their Jeep Cherokee driving off at a high rate of speed.  Marcus ran after her, but that would be the last time he saw her alive.  A deadly accident with a hit-and-run drunk driver and a deer resulted in her death, but it was to Marcus it was his infidelity that had killed her.  He had lost the one good thing he had left in life.

Sitting on the doorstep to his apartment building on the evening of his wife's funeral, Marcus was hit with a sudden urge to get away. It was not uncommon, but he needed to start over to leave his past behind and remake himself as a man. That night he enlisted in the United States Army, just as his father had once upon a time, and was off to boot camp at Fort Benning, GA the next morning with only the clothes he had on his back, leaving his shattered civilian life behind him.

Never looking back he dedicated the rest of his life to being the best damn elite soldier he could be. Following in his father's footsteps he became an Airborne Ranger and was assigned to 1st Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment. Proving himself capable Marcus climbed the junior enlisted ranks quickly and became an NCO by the end of his first enlistment term.  He then went out for SFAS (Special Forces Assessment & Selection) and made it, again following in his father's footsteps - he became a Green Beret.  He completed the SFQ course (Special Forces Qualification course) as a Weapons Sergeant and served in countries and conflicts all around the world as a member of 5th SFG.  Eventually like everyone else he was drawn into the current war, operating as part of a joint special operations team conducting hit and run missions behind enemy lines.  Utilizing only what they could carry on their backs and the help of local resistance fighters in Poland, the team conducted vital intelligence gathering/reconnaissance ops and the occasional hit and run ops in conjunction with the 5th ID's total operations.  Unfortunately shortly after the 5th ID ceased to exist as a viable military unit so did the specops team as their occasional re-supplies by air-drop or helo ceased as well.  A traitor among the resistance fighters revealed the team’s location resulting in a catastrophic ambush.  Marcus was captured, but many of his team were killed or scattered to the winds.  He was knocked unconscious by a grenade blast that should've killed him as he rushed the enemy's machine gun position.