Rodger Marshall (Tattoo)

[Tattoo]

Name: Rodger Marshall
Nickname: Rod
Alias: Tattoo
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Face Claim: Dave Batista

Height: 6'5"
Build: Very solid and beefy
Hair Color: Brown hair
Usual Hairstyle: Short-cropped, almost shaved
Eye Color: Brown
Clothing Style: Jeans and usually a t-shirt with no sleeves. Often wears sunglasses except for when working.
Demeanor: Silent but tends to be a chatty drunk.

Likes:

• Tattoos
  
• Chicks
  
• Fighting
  
• Giving tattoos
  
• Drinking
  

Dislikes:

• Wimpy "fags"
  
• Men who beat their girls
  
• Cops
  
• The Antidote
  
• Cauliflower
  

Skills:

• Drawing/sketching
  
• Giving tattoos
  
• Fighting
  

Flaws:

• A bit short-tempered
  
• Has a bit of a marijuana problem
  
• He tends to rile against authority
  

Brief Description:

Rodger is fairly stand-offish. He tends to have a short temper and has a record for assault to prove it. He is a fairly chatty drunk, but he prefers marijuana for a weekend relaxation routine. Though he never drinks or smokes on the job. He takes pride in his tattoos, those he gives and those he puts on himself. His favorite is the dragon on his back.

Class: Genetic
Alignment: Neutral
Views: Neutral

Powers:

• Animation of tattoos
  

Weaknesses: His tattoos can only be half a mile away from him before they take on a life of their own and will not come back to him.

Mutations: None.

Mother: Linda Marshall
Father: Anthony Marshall
Siblings: Andy Marshall (his sister)
Significant Other: Currently Iris
Children: None

Brief History:

Rodger was born to a fairly typical family. His mother was a kind woman who believed in being a stay-at-home mother and raised him and his older sister when they weren't at school. The siblings were two years apart, and while they fought a lot, they still loved each other.

Then one day while Rodger was participating in an afternoon art program, her mother had asked her sister to pick him up and walk him home. While she waited outside his middle school, a man approached her. He forced himself on her and raped her. She was silent for weeks and finally told her thirteen-year-old brother what had happened.

Angry and confused, he went out. He had been bored and had a small doodle of an eye with tentacles coming off of it in pen. He found the man. He tried to beat him up, but the man laughed at him and hit him into a wall. Dizzy, he only vaguely remembered something sort of tugging at his hand. His drawing seemed to come alive, growing larger and attacking. It killed the man, and he passed out.

When he finally woke up, he ran home and told no one. The next day the man was found dead by an unknown source. He blocked out the memory from his mind, chalking it up to a dream. When he was about twenty, he got his first tattoo. It was a dove on his left shoulder. He discovered it could come alive one day when he was about twenty five and got into a bar fight. The cops tried to arrest him when the tattoo came alive and began attacking the cops. He ran, and the tattoo followed, reattaching itself to his skin. He continued to get tattoos, becoming a sort of apprentice to some woman to learn more about doing them--and because he got a discount and a little...fun too. When he was twenty eight he began to work along side her.

At thirty he was found out by the government after one of his tattoos ended up wrapping up a cop. He was taken to Anadac, where he opened his own tattoo shop. Even the military likes to get tats from him sometimes.

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