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Marksman_526
Legacy Name: Marksman_526

The Graveyard Harvester
Owner: InnerTurmoil

Age: 14 years, 6 months, 1 week

Born: September 13th, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 5 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: October 8th, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

The first time Mark held a gun was at the age of 9. He was staying with his grandfather when he was suddenly handed his greatgrandfather's Colt Walker from 1847. It was in fine working order: gramps regularly used it to shoot old cans, rabbits, and the occasional cat stupid enough to stray onto his property. It was a hot, sunny day and Marcus Sr. felt it was a good day to make his grandson acquainted with this family heirloom. So he put a bunch of old cans on the wooden fence beside the veranda, instructed little Mark in how to hold and use the weapon and put it in his grandson's hand. At first, the boy merely stared at the gun in his hands, until his grandpa made him stretch out his arm and point the revolver roughly in the direction of the field beside the house. Uncertain and somewhat scared of what might happen, the boy closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. A loud noise ripped the air apart; adrenaline rushed through his body and he opened his eyes wide open. The cans still stood quietly on the fence, gleaming in the sunlight. With determination, Mark pointed the gun at the cans again - this time with his eyes wide open. Then the boy hit the ground twice, the fence, the big old dead tree next to the fence, and the fence again. Frustration mounting, Mark took the gun again after his grandpa had reloaded it, looked straight at the target, stretched out his arm and pulled the trigger. BANG! One of the cans jumped off the fence, being blown a couple of yards into the field behind. A feeling of pure triumph seared through his veins and numbed all other feelings. He was hooked.

Mark developed an obsession for guns that would last a lifetime. As he grew older and went to high school, he soon became known as that tough cool guy that could instantly name you the maker, model, year, range and all other details when shown the photo of any firearm. Despite his love for weapons, as well as mean-looking motorcycles, he wasn't really violent guy. It was rare to see him involved in fights, and if he was, you could count on it the other had definitely deserved that beating.

Work in progress.



Thanks to Remember for giving me the opportunity to adopt him.
Art by Boofrickityhoo

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