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D-4172 — „Слесарь“
D-4172 — „Слесарь“Имя: Маркус ГэллапКодовое обозначение: D-4172Возраст: 32 годаПрежняя профессия: промышленный механик / мастер по техническому обслуживанию
D-4172 — “The Fixer”
Character Description
Marcus Gallup is a 32-year-old man with a rugged, hardened appearance shaped by years of industrial work and difficult circumstances. He stands around 6'1" with a strong, sturdy build typical of someone who spent years working around heavy machinery.
His dark brown hair is kept short but slightly unkempt, and a few days of stubble cover his face. His eyes are a weathered gray-blue, usually calm and observant. Marcus rarely looks frightened, even when surrounded by something clearly dangerous. Instead, he tends to study his surroundings, looking for exits, weaknesses, or anything that might help him survive.
A small scar runs along his right eyebrow, while several old marks on his hands and forearms hint at years spent working with machinery.
Clothing
As D-Class personnel, Marcus wears the standard orange Foundation jumpsuit, worn and slightly faded from repeated use. The uniform bears his designation:
D-4172
A pair of heavy-duty work boots are worn beneath the jumpsuit. Unlike most D-Class personnel, Marcus is occasionally permitted to wear protective gloves when assigned to mechanical or containment-maintenance duties.
His sleeves are usually rolled up slightly, revealing his forearms.
He carries no personal weapons or equipment. However, Foundation personnel have noted that Marcus has an uncanny ability to turn ordinary tools into useful solutions when given access to them.
Scenery
Marcus is most often seen inside the lower levels of an SCP Foundation containment facility.
The environment consists of enormous concrete corridors, reinforced steel doors, exposed pipes, electrical conduits, warning lights, and observation windows. Cold fluorescent lighting casts long shadows across the halls.
Behind Marcus, a massive blast door marked:
DANGER — AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
slowly closes.
Red emergency lights flash against the concrete walls while distant alarms echo through the facility.
Marcus stands alone in the corridor, his