Marxel Cliff, Peacekeeper Capitol-ish (done)

Complextion wise Marxel should fit in rather well with his fellow capitolites. His skin has the immediate appearence of being flawless and even the scars that can be seen on closer inspection are quickly fadeing. He doesn't take part in the here and gone trends of dyeing skin or modifieing his appearnce, though among the peacekeepers of the capitol it could be more of a sign of dedication to his job and not passing fashion trends. Or more likely he is unable to understand the raipidly changing world of capitol fashion and just stays out of it. Regardless his skin takes on an almost abnormal level of lightness further amplified by his contrasting dark hair, eyes, and when off duty clothes. His paleness could almost be enough for him to blend into the capitol crowds regardless, but the common appearance of dirt on his person is something unforgivable among most his peers.

His face looks closest to a triangle with softened edges, though a quick change to the angle he keeps his head at seems to instantly sharpen those edges. This could be attributed to the shadows that fall easily into the hollows of his cheeks and under his eyes. The main focus of Marxel's face is offten his eyes. They stand out against his dark skin being so brown they appear almost black and are set deeply into the shadows of his eye sockets. Meeting is gaze one often sees something akin to a black hole; absorbing everything yet containing nothing. Looking down from his eyes rests his nose, somewhat long and very straight, and below that his mouth. The frequencey with which one sees Marxel with his mout shut gives the impression that he has a small mouth but when he doesn't speak he offten bites the insides of his lips pulling them in. His facial hair is often just unmanaged stubble though when styled it's into a goatee and moustache. Much of his face is obscured by his chin length hair that is either a constant bedhead or flat and greasy depending on how recently he's washed it.

It is offten remarked that Marxel doesn't quite fit with capitol life. This is by the polite among those who will speak of him, the usual comment being that he is simply discusting. Marxel doesn't take very good care of himself sometimes going days without showers, near to a deadly sin in the capitol. It's clear from the wrinkles in his clothes and the stuble on his cheek that he puts little effort into his appearence. If he does attempt to clean himself up, it's offten still far too little (by capitol standerds). Truth is he faces the toilettrees of the capitol with utter confusion and finds himself too embarissed by this fact to ask for help from the people who sneer at any dirt they see on his face. Instead he's taken to wearing dark clothes to attempt to hid how little they get washed and biteing his nails both as a nervous habit and in attempt to keep the dirt from under them.

Marxel is below average height for an adult male (about 5'-6''), and far below for one expected to live his life depending on his physical strength. He offten wonders why he ever chose this career path but he does have the strenght to compensate for his hight, particularlly in his arms. Even so his greatest gain in strenghth and muscle has been in the past three years. His natural posture still seems to be of someone who was as thin as he was when he woke up. Despite appearing strong and quickly gaining strength he still moves with an incredible amount of caution and with a constant hunch. His conciouse posture seems intent on keeping Marxel unnoticed.

His voice is constantly soft and non-threatening even when he's in his 'darker' state. There is a constant monotone to his words with the only signs of emotion seemingly forced into his speech. Not just his voice is quiet, his footstepts and breath are almost non-existant causing Marxel's presence to often go unnoticed. That combined with his shockingly adapt ability to climb makes stelth his greatest strenght.

Marxel says almost nothing to listening ears. The most he's been known to have said was repeating word for word a chapter on the 'Laws of Panam'; when it had only been told to him, once. This suggested to many that he has and above average auditory memory but the most you can get out of him is the information he's already been given. He seems unable make connections on his own or even form opinions. Even so he takes in everything around him greedily despite appearing to do nothing with the information he takes in.

Despite his absorption of all information around him, or perhaps why he does so, Marxel is often considered simple. This isn't completely untrue either, no matter how quickly or effectively he may learn he only has three years to work with. Being only 'three years old' naturally Marxel has taken on a lot of child-like qualities. Most notably is the fact that he believes nearly everything he's told by his 'superiors'. He's incredibly eager to prove himself to anyone in authority, trying as hard as he can to be worth their attention and prove that he's not stupid. He also has a very black and white perception of the world since his only access to it is through the eyes of peacekeepers. All this combined makes Marxel really easy to control.

Which is lucky because without some kind of hold on him the peacekeepers have a very dangerous person on their hands. Marxel DOES NOT give up, given a task he goes to great lengths to complete it going to dangerous lengths when his efforts are unsuccessful. His endless determination can lead to ruthlessness that could frighten even the most blood-soaked peacekeeper.

His entire demeanour will change when given a task. He will instantly change from wide-eyed observer to unstoppable soldier, even with the simplest of situations. There seems to be no middle ground for Marxel, with him it's all or nothing. The only time he will act outside of his two sides is when something pulls at his lost memories. He'll chase these memories with a wandering confusion that is not his usual determination when faced with a problem and the emotion you find in his eyes are alien to him and those around him.

He's not one to actively chase his former self, Marxel displays a remarkable around of passivity toward his situation. He wonders what his life was like before but trust what the peacekeepers have told him. When they told him he may never regain his memories he stopped trying and became completely detached. He's decided that there's no use in driving himself mad chasing his own ghosts, if his memories don't return he's not wasting his life to look for them and if they do... great.

Or perhaps not so great, Marxel sometimes seems to be faking his simplicity and ignorance. It's entirely possible that he knows that he's being fed lies and is simply watching and waiting for the truth to come out. He's certainly watching, everything, how could he not have picked up on some of the inaccuracies about the life that is suppository his? Perhaps he's just biding his time, but until what? Well he's either very simple, or very smart and playing a very long game.

Three years ago Marxel woke up in an empty room in what he later found out was a peacekeeper hospital in the middle of the capitol. The room wasn't empty for long though, soon his vision was filled with unfamiliar faces, including his own reflected back at him. All the people where calling him Marxel so he assumed that was his name. They called themselves his co-workers, so he assumed that was so as well. Piece by piece his situation was told to him as he lay in that bed.

He was the son of Celeste and Sorex Cliff, both had been peacekeepers for the capitol and had been both been killed by those murderous district residents. He had grown up wanting to be a peacekeeper like his parents and their murders cemented this in a need to do right by their memories. His first assignment out of his training had been to district three. Three weeks in he was attacked by a criminal he had been attempting to arrest. He was hit on the head. He had been in a coma for about three months now. Now he was awake and apparently suffering memory loss.

Some of the information felt true to the dazed man, some didn't but he couldn't keep track with everything being told to him at once. In the end he just silently nodded agreeing to the information they fed him and accepting the life he had been given. They said he might start to remember, they also said he might not.

Not one of the people who called themselves his friends seemed very familiar to him. They all seemed to try though, try to remind him of old days but one by one they gave up and left him alone with his empty thoughts. He grew distant to everyone around him wandering around to hospital he appeared to have no purpose.

As soon as he was able they put him back into peacekeeper training. He had lost much of his former strength while he was asleep, though looking at him you'd think he had grown up starving. He trained solidly for three years all the time trying to re-claim his old life. Now he's back to his old strength, according to his superiors, ready to get back out to the districts and fight the criminals of this world.

Criminals like the one who attacked him and stole his life from him, except he'll never be able to find that one. He's not to go to three, in case he attempts to finish Marxel off. Or at least that's what Marxel has been told. The day before he was to leave the capitol on his first new assignment he overheard his superiors talking. About how he was under no circumstance to be brought back to three because of what it might cause him to remember. That this 'experiment' wasn't going to be a success until they could be sure he would never remembered his old life.

Five points if you can guess who he is