Name: Marcen.
Age: 23.
Weapon: Tentacles.
Powers: 1.) Alien type. 2.) Energy Siphoning with tentacles from his spine. 3.) Shadow cloning (Given to him by Redick.). 4.)Pressure manipulation (Given to him by Naosie.). 5.) Fire, earth, and air manipulation (Given to him by Misa.).
Description: Stands at 5’ 5”. Weighs 150 pounds. Wears slightly baggy black jeans that are held up by a black belt with a belt buckle that has a single tentacle circling the outer edges and eating its own tail. His shirt is brown and lose fitting with no designs or anything on it. He wears a dark blue jacket that stays unbuttoned in the front. The jacket reaches down about five inches past his hips. His body is fairly muscular. His head is bold and shines a little as the sun hit’s the top of his waxed head. A thin mustache curves down past hi lips and connects with a thin beard.
History: nothing special, born in a world not yet reached by any other kind than himself. Lived happily until he turned eight and was forced, just like every other eight year old boy, to be sent away to military training. Though the training was not needed it was only done to help inshore the safety of there world. He trained at the camp until he turned twenty. Once training was done his time to serve his world was over and he was faced with the difficult choice to leave his world and travel through the galaxies or stay behind and be a part of the military. After much thought he chose to leave. Marcen is the only one there is of his kind except back on his world were his people still live in peace and have yet to be found by any other type of people. After living in these realms for a few years he became part of a group called =[W.o.R]=. this brand showed he was one of these worlds elite fighters. What the brand stood for was “Walls of Respect”.