be my mirror, my sword and shield
Mark Jamesonage: 31
25/05/1983 Gemini, Generation Y
family: middle class, mother and father divorced, lived with father before leaving. had a younger sister who died of a genetic disease when he was 11 and she was 6. financially independent, visits on holidays, when he can (hint, usually can't).
Attachments: Riley, Nick, Mable
Weapon: Beretta PX4 Storm
Born in the state of New York. Moved to Chicago to study the subject he liked, history, despite his family's protests. After graduating college discovered for himself the scarceness of work. Got a job as a night-time security guard.
While stopping a robbery met Thomas Riley, a private detective chasing the thief's lead, and struck up a friendship that soon turned into an offer of partnership.
In a year's time Mark completed the necessary tests and training, and became Riley's partner.
Appearance: soot black eyes, often tired and red-rimmed. Wears cheap glasses he often loses or breaks. Misses barber shop appointments and his hair grows out frequently. Gets a near buzz-cut for convenience. Work tan. Thin scars on his fingers and hands from one unlucky time with broken glass. A long scar on his hip from where a bullet grazed him.
Clothing: Avoids dress code as often as possible, prefering wind jackets, sweaters, tshirts and jeans over everything else, but has to look the part for his work.
Mark is chaotic in relationship to himself. He is healthy and resilient, and thus to a certain time in life encounters few repercussions to his actions and habits. He likes the tang of cheap coffee. The lazy satedness and taste of neigborhood burgers. He has no love for sweets, but everything crunchy and greasy seems to lure him like a magnet. Fortunately, he is aware of how his taste appears to others and has some sense, so most of the time eats regular foods. Whenever not getting enough sleep or feeling down, he resorts to the only thing that makes him feel better. Food. Just like with food, his sleep habits are messy and disorganized, only further aided by the nature of his job. After spending a few years in a night job, he barely saw any mornings. It destroyed his biological clock. Now, he sleeps when he can, and has to count sheep before that, remaining alert for a while before giving in to sleep.