Editing Marquis (section)

==Appearance==
He had long hair that draped on his shoulders.<ref name="28.3 e1">A man at the side of the room stood straighter.  Marquis.  His hair was long enough to drape over his shoulders, his face clean-shaven by contrast.  He had a fancy-looking jacket folded over one arm, and a white dress shirt that had fine lines of black lace at the collar and the sleeves he'd rolled up his arms.  Two ostentatious rings dangled from a fine chain around his neck; the chain had a locket on it, suggesting he'd added the rings as an afterthought.  To keep them out of the way while he worked, perhaps.<br/><br/>"What is it, Amelia?"<br/><br/>For another man, the combination of physical traits and the style of dress might have led to someone mistaking them for a woman.  They might have come across as effeminate.<br/><br/>Marquis didn't.  Not really.  When he'd spoken, his voice had been masculine, deep, confident.  The cut of his shoulders and chin, his narrow hips, was enough that I couldn't expect anyone to mistake him for a woman.  I wasn't the type to go for older guys, I wasn't even the type to go for effeminate guys.  But I could see where women would go for Marquis. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/09/05 Excerpt] from [[Cockroaches 28.3]]</ref> When [[Brandish]] saw him in the [[Birdcage]], he had lines on his face. His hair and eyes closely resembled [[Panacea]]'s, although their nose and brow were different.<ref name="I15"/> His brown hair and beard were starting to get strands of gray in them as of [[Gold Morning]].<ref name="27.3 e55">Marquis was next to arrive.  His brown hair and beard were just now starting to get strands of gray in them, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.<br /><br />He'd been one of the scary bastards of Brockton Bay well before the Undersiders were even on the map.  A guy who could go toe to toe with a full squad of Empire Eighty-Eight and walk away.   He'd been successful enough to pay for hirelings and ruthless enough to execute them for failures.  His path to the Birdcage had been very similar to the path that had almost taken me there; so many violations of the law that the three strikes rule had been left ''well'' behind him by the time the good guys finally won. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/08/20Excerpt] from [[Extinction 27.3]]</ref> His shoulders, hips and voice were all distinctly masculine, and his voice was confident and deep.<ref name="28.3 e1" />

He sometimes wore a beard,<ref name="27.3 e55" /> but shaved it off when he was released from the Birdcage.<ref name="28.3 e1" />

Like all prisoners in the Birdcage, he wore gray cotton clothing.<ref name="16.z" /> When the [[Brockton Bay Brigade]] attacked him in his home, he was wearing a black silk bathrobe.<ref name="I15" /> During Gold Morning, he was seen wearing a fancy-looking jacket and a white dress shirt that had fine lines of black lace at the collar and sleeves. He wore two large rings on a chain around his neck.<ref name="28.3 e1" />

As of [[Ward]] he regrown facial hair, still wears fancy shirts, but added reading glasses and a lot of finger rings, although there is one less on his neck.<ref>Tall, with long brown hair that passed his shoulders, carefully cultivated facial hair, and reading glasses that he looked over most of the time.  He had a billowing shirt that ninety nine percent of people wouldn’t be able to pull off, and tight black jeans tucked into boots.  His fingers had a lot of rings, and another ring hung from a simple leather cord at his neck. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/06/16 excerpt] from  [[Torch 7.8]]</ref>