Mark Battle

Background: Mark grew up in Vice City. In his younger years he struggled with divorced parents and was constantly bullied by his 3 older brothers. Once Mark started developing a personal relationship with friends at school, he found he spent a lot of time outdoors throughout his teenage years. Growing up Mark went on to do a couple jobs here and there and settled for work at the GoPostal parcel services. Throughout his early 20s, Mark purchased a Vapid Flash GT and raced it a few times. Knowing his license is on the line every time he raced in the city, he eventually gave it up. Mark stayed consistent in the gym, allowing him to lift most heavy packages at work, and staying light on his feet. Mark found an apartment in Vice City and began to settle down into his new adult life. During the opening month of the chaos, Mark found his apartment with his belongings burnt down, leaving him with nothing more than the clothes on his back. In the second month of the chaos Mark combed the ruins of what used to be Vice City, before the riots and bloodshed, he tried his best to coordinate with his former GoPostal Delivery team for relief efforts within the city, using what old diesel trucks the company had in storage to help transport the sick and injured to the hospitals. In the third month of the chaos- Mark heard the doctors at the hospitals speaking of a virus; he wasn’t a scientist, but he knew he’d never heard of this illness. Knowing this, Mark began a small team of “Couriers” to deliver important information across the city regarding this virus, exchanging documents and research between doctors. With the city stretched thin on couriers, ambulances, and other basic utilitarian occupations functioning- Mark knew he had to leave the city; it was getting worse. At the end of the third month, Mark and two of his buddies stole a GoPostal Mammatus, a small single engine delivery plane, gathered what scraps he had left, some fuel, and headed westbound with as many documents as he could possibly afford to bring with him to share with doctors in the west. He knew it was better out west, still shit but better… During his trip, the airplane transponder disappeared over the ocean. With no IAA functioning, all air communications were down, and this information will never be known to another character… God had mercy on Mark, he washed up on shores of Los Santos with no memory of what happened, limited memory on who he is, and his belongings lost to the ocean. Only knowing he was a courier for something important.

Occupation: GoPostal Courier

Mental State: Mark has always had an iron-willed or Sanguine perceptive on life; he’s unsure whether it’s all the drug-use or the bad-upbringing he had as a child, however he’s always had a knack for looking at the “Bright Side” of life. Obviously with recent months of the outbreak, Mark has been a bit less optimistic however is still slightly more upbeat than those around him.

Physical State: Mark’s adult life allowed him to be well fed, 8 hours of sleep, however, was diagnosed with Inflammatory Bowel Syndrome at a young age. This greatly hinders Mark’s physical ability causing him to either look gasoline powered vehicles to traverse. He is considered a “Sunday Driver” on anything requiring physical input to move. But he also understands mostly anything is better than walking.

Strengths - Skills/Traits: Physically, Mark can lift most reasonably heavy items. Mark is extremely nimble, with remarkable kinesthetic intelligence to not only allow himself to get away from most sticky situations, but also provided him with much needed post-apocalyptic experience when navigating the trap-infested city.

Weaknesses: Mark struggles with Chemical Fascination, or better known as drug experimentation. If Mark is sober too long, he tends to show very neurotic tendencies, to the point of irritating those around him. This creates a constant internal battle to find either a new drug or one he’s familiar with. No preference on what the intake is either, so long it’s anti-sober.

Fatal Flaw/Defect: Mark suffers from a trait that several good-hearted individuals would call “Bloodlust” Mark gets an absolute rush out of hurting people and never minds the sight of blood or death. Keep in mind he DOES NOT WANT to hurt anyone, just simply enjoys it when he does. Typically laughing while hurting people isn’t something others find as a strength. Oh, he’s also a pyromaniac… But that’s probably something you won’t see unless he has an absolute mental break.

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Physical Description (Season 1): - 27 Years of Age; 5’ 11”; 200lbs; Long, Brown Hair with Large Blonde streak; Blue Eyes; Blue GoPostal Hat, Standard GoPostal Hoodie Jacket, Grey Vest (No Plate), Grey Cargo Pants; Desert Camouflage Bandana Mask, Desert-Sand Shoes, Desert-Sand Military Wrist Watch, Grey Biker's Goggles, Large scar and small birthmark on right hand; Chewed fingernails, Deodorized body odor.

Research Notes: Mark grew up in Vice City; Worked as a delivery Driver at the GoPostal Parcel Services; Mark got the scar on his hand in his adult years; Mark’s Cousin “Matt Blinker” was a cop in another city before the apocalypse. Mark does not know the whereabouts of his family; Mark has a couple rally races under his belt in another city; Mark’s identity was stolen in another city and a large string of crimes were committed under his alias.

Mannerisms: Chaotic-Good; Mark carries himself to a high standard, at least as high of a standard as you can get in the post-apocalypse. Mark is eager to find more survivors to band with. Mark’s humor can be considered a bit rude and can lead to some interesting interactions, but once people get to know him, he’s an excellent partner that leads by example.