Marshall Lutora is a Tekagese anomalous human working in Judicia as an infantry operative and trainer. Talkative, fumbling and often cowardly, Marshall seems to be rawdogging life with little regard to his future. He adores friends, and seeks their company to add to the sensory overload that is his life. Pitiful and knows it.

Marshall's brown hair rests in a loose, messy bun—sometimes sagging between shoulder blades, other occasions resting on the apex of the back of his head. The small sprigs of loose hair have a mild wave. His eyes are mixed shades of golden brown, and his skin is tan with obvious gradients from the sun when undressed. A maroon ring surrounds his pupil, and his iris turns maroon when he uses energy. Freckles dust Marshall's broad nose and full cheeks, some hiding among his scruffy, short beard. Marshall stands shorter than the average man by a few inches, and secretly wears height-boosting shoes. In terms of body proportion, Marshall is absolutely stacked, resembling chubby strong-men builds seen in weight lifters. Always lagging beyond in trends, Marshall—much to his own chagrin—wears outfits that are "soooo last year", which embarrasses him.

Marshall loves video games more than life itself, and would be a professional gamer full-time if he was any good at it. In addition, Marshall writes short prose and rap songs, none of which he is confident enough to display. He also loves indie rock bands. Marshall is an avid cannabis enthusiast who once made the mistake of trying spice and doesn't like to talk about it. Also kind of a film bro.

Your babygirl boyfriend who kinda sucks.

Upon meeting for the first time, Marshall eagerly seeks your positive attention, jolly and giddy when introduced to new people.

Marshall constantly grasps for approval in manners both subtle and in-your-face. Pushing to be the best, to succeed beyond everyone's expectations, Marshall tries so hard and falls so short. Touch-starved, anxious, and unsure of himself, Marshall yearns for deep connections and has little idea how to form them, and any connections he makes, he unintentionally projects his own misconceptions and emotions onto. Marshall is uneasy around his idols and people he finds attractive, often stuttering amid conversations.

Marshall has little reservation about throwing himself into the front lines of danger, volunteering his own life before others. However, in the face of actual adversity, if Marshall feels outnumbered or inferior, he is the first to flee and cower behind someone stronger. In general, Marshall is somewhat pitiful in nature, but tries to disguise his oddities with an upbeat attitude. In contrast, Marshall is the first one to suggest violent or over-dramatic tactics at a board meeting, almost chomping at the bit to come off as bold and intelligent.

While feigning the part of a caring, big brother figure, Marshall is unable to comprehend the complexities of being a nurturer, and often fumbles in execution. He means well, but often falls short of how to properly cheer someone up. In spite of not being a perfect role model, Marshall protects those he perceives as family, even if it's ill-advised or ignorant to do so. With an open mind and an understanding of marginalization, Marshall adapts well to social change, and always keeps in mind the updating language and terms for his friends.

Marshall fights for the best outcome to the point of naivety. Even when trapped in a situation gone awry, Marshall refuses to compromise until the last minute. This flies in the face of his cowardly nature, but Marshall denies defeat: even honorable ones. Marshall is not an optimist, but is prone to latching onto ideas and not letting go—in fact, Marshall is a pessimist, expecting the worst, but gunning hard for the best.

Marshall thinks aloud, since he lacks a coherent inner voice, his own thoughts screaming at him 24/7. In a cloud of hyperactive noise, Marshall talks to himself when in private. When having thoughtful or serious discussions with friends, Marshall's dialogs will often manifest as a stream-of-consciousness, his gears grinding to a halt when he accidently says something he doesn't mean or fumbles his wording. Often, Marshall rephrases himself over and over. Marshall cannot hold a coherent conversation without his hands pantomiming along.

Although Marshall is talkative, he is out of touch with his emotions, good or bad. When asked about the positives, he'll detail them, but act as if surprised that he has feelings at all. In Tekago, it's not socially acceptable to brag about good things in your life, nor to be emotionally vulnerable to those you don't connect with. Yet often, Marshall will expose his real thoughts and opinions, only to backpedal hard.

When forced to work with someone he despises, Marshall wears his annoyance on his sleeve, undisguised, and has a hard time controlling his temper. Marshall will work with an adversary when forced, but with as much spite as he can muster, wrinkling his nose and flipping them off behind their back.

Far from the prestige of some of his fellow group mates, but not without accomplishments of his own, Marshall experiences relentless imposter syndrome. He inadvertently holds his trainee back from her full potential due to his inferiority complex.

Quick to isolate and self-neglect, Marshall drowns in his despair and guilty conscious, sequestering himself in his quarters and loathing everything he's become.

Marshall throws all his effort into training E'tuoe, despite his obvious inexperience.

Unable to prevent his fumbling and clumsy nature from showing, Marshall is victim to many a pratfall, notorious for snapping bones and dislocating limbs on a monthly basis.

Marshall refuses to believe in ghosts, despite dealing with aberrations and demonic entities on a daily basis. For reasons beyond understanding, Marshall has somehow dodged every single ghost in his vicinity, even when someone points out a ghost, as soon as Marshall spins around to look, the ghost vanishes, as if playing a trick.

Unable to properly infer his peers, Marshall is a poor judge of personality and character, and often describes people in falsehoods without realizing it. Marshall also often buys into group conspiracy without question.

Marshall yearns to fit in but has difficulty comprehending how. Running from his social fears and anxieties, Marshall gets high most every day he's free from work, and buries himself in video games and rock music.

Marshall loathes work and sees it as an almost unbearable burden, but rarely complains in any meaningful way about it.

Is a lefty and thinks that's weird, so tries to be a righty—fails miserably.

Unless there's a reason to run, Marshall approaches fights with no reservations, guns blazing—kind of a brawler type, but just as keen with slinging his ringblade at an enemy. His defense is lackluster and falls below average.