Health & Composure
Growing up outside Helsinki Markus's father was the head groundskeeper for a wealthy young industrialist. The young millionaire had inherited the business from his father and from a young age had been fascinated with machines. He bought and imported automobiles from Germany and Italy and motorcycles from the United States and Great Britan. Markus shared the industrialist's fascination and one day as a young teenager he broke into the garage with his father's keys and took a Triumph for a joyride. The local constable found him hours later having skidded off the gravel road into a ditch, narrowly missing a large tree. After the accident Markus's father and his employer came to an agreement, Markus would work to pay back the cost of the broken motorcycle, in return the industrialist would teach him to drive and Markus could keep the bike, if he could fix it. Never a patient boy it took Markus almost as long to fix the bike as it took to pay for it. In the meantime he learned to drive automobiles, ride motorcycles even joined his employer as a navigator and engineer for some amature races. In 1913 he joined the Finnish National Racing Team as a backup driver and 1914 they were in Sarthe for the French Grand Prix when the Great War began.
Trapped in France unable to get home after the outbreak of war in 1914 Markus found a job as an ambulance driver, rushing the grievously wounded from the front to the relative safety of hospitals in the rear. The military ambulances never performed as well as the Alfa Romeros or Bugattis he'd raced before the war, but he managed to batter them into good order, usually only to have them taken back by the motor pool for being unsafe. Markus quickly made friends with the field medics at the front and after a while they began to ask him to bring things for them from the rear. It began with simple things; bandages morphine, but before long Markus's abulance was carrying cartons of cigarettes and cases of liquor to the men in the trenches. He managed to stay under the radar of the quartermasters and military police for months until a French medic who was a friend of his asked him to smuggle a pair of shellshocked soldiers away from the front. They we're in dire straits but their commanding officer refused to allow the medic to send them to a hospital saying, "Cowardice is not a disease." Under the cover of night Markus stole an ambulace from the motor pool, in itself not an unusual event, and made his way to the front. He managed to spirit the soldiers away and check them into a hospital in Paris under false names but their commanding officer was furious. Marku's friend was transfered to Verdun where he was killed in action and for the duration of the war he was constantly harrassed by the French Military Police and Inspector General's office.
The Great War has been over for two years and the aristocracy of Europe is returning it its old ways. Baron Bethlen of Romania his holding a great race from Bucharest to Paris, little do the entrants know that the race is merely a cover for one of the greatest smuggling operations ever devised. The young up and coming Finnish driver Markus Saarinen discovers this too late, in a Hungarian interrogation room at the hands of an old nemesis, Detective Claude Rains formerly of the French Military Police who has torn apart Saarinen's precious Bugatti in a vain search of Czarist treasure.
A pair of figures trudge across the dunes wrapped like mummies to avoid the blistering heat of the desert sun. Cresting a dune the spot a great plume of dust in the distance, squinting her eyes one of the figures recognizes the bright blue object at the head of the cloud, "I know that car! Rick, that flare gun you stole from Guzman? Where is it?" The flare rockets into the sky, and the speeding car changes course to head right towards it. When it nears Nurse Merinad can clearly make out the sleek racing car, its shiny blue paint thick with dust. The car rolls to a stop in front of them and the driver peels the dusty covered goggles from his face, "Jehan!? What're you doing in a place like this? Forget it, hop in, no time for questions, I need to be in Madinat Asha'ab on the Aden in three days. I have race to win."
As the daring action economist runs through the rainy streets of Toyko chased by cultists of the Skaro Syndicate he spots what he takes for a cab idling on a side street. Scrambing into the back seat Price shouts, "Doraibu no!" only for the driver to growl back at him in english, "This isn't a taxi, pal." But when a bullet strikes the rear window of the car Saarinen stomps on the gas anyway.
Personality / Description
To say that Markus is impatient would be an understatment to say the least. He would always rather take action than wait for things to happen or hem an haw over this plan or that one. This has made him an excellent, if reckless, driver but has gotten him into a fair ammount of trouble as well. Despite having traded his overalls for trousers and a leather jacket years ago Markus still manages to be covered in axel grease and motor oil much of the time. He always wears a pair of racing goggles around his neck and a pair of watches on his left arm, one of which is a battered swiss chronograph.
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