||Tamarin Air Lance
||10th. October 3068
Marcus was born in the Stewart Commonality. His parents ran a successful shuttle business that shuttled important persons to and from the zenith and nadir stations in the Stewart system. He and his younger brother, Gabriel, were expected to take over this business when his parents passed on. But Marcus had bigger plans for himself. He was clearly a skilled pilot and through hard work and a little effort, he managed to secure a spot at the Lloyd Marik-Stanley Aerospace School. His bravado and wild nature got him into several tight spots at the school, but he managed to graduate and earn himself a spot in the Marik Militia. There his good luck would came to an end. His inability to follow orders earned him several rebukes, until his exasperated officers finally demoted him to a planetary militia assignment flying fixed-wing conventional aircraft. Unable to take the insult, Marcus returned home to Stewart and took up the family business that he had so loathed as a child.
Then the Flaming Devil Monkeys passed through the system, looking for a couple of good pilots, and the more misfits, the better. Marcus jumped at the chance and was able to secure a spot for both himself and his younger brother.
Marcus has learned somewhat from his earlier experiences, but he still is something of a "bad boy." He certainly wouldn't be considered officer material in most outfits, but since the only one he is giving orders to is his brother, none of the other Monkeys seem to mind. Perhaps worst of all, Marcus is a huge fan of the techno-new wave-country-punk music genre in the Free Worlds League and wears his hair in a most ridiculous fashion.