Moon Knightâ„¢

Killers. Killers is all we ever were.
Killers to the bone.
How the hell did we go from killers to this?
He was a soldier. A mercenary. A killer. And then he was a hero. Marc Spector used to jump from rooftops, spread his cape against the night and drop to the streets and the villians bellow. Dealing pain. Dealing vengeance. Doing it all in the name of his lord Khonshu. God of Vengeance. God of The Moon. Took his name and became his knight. Moon Knight. A name they didn't dare use in the alleys for the fear it would bring him from the shadows.
If there's anything I've learned, it's to not give them a second chance. Vengeance must be delt.
My Biography
At a young age, I, Marc Spector bacame a mecernary. While traveling in Egypt I stumbled upon an archaeological dig whose crew included Dr. Peter Alraune and his daughter Marlene. The dig had uncovered an ancient temple whose artifacts included a statue of the Egyptian god Khonshu. My partner, Bushman insisted on looting the dig and Peter attacked him, only to die. I then challanged him to combat and was nearly killed. He left me for dead, to die from sub-zero temperatures of the desert night.
After being carried to an egyptian temple my heart stopped and I lapsed into a vision. Khonshu appeared to me, offering me my life if I would serve the god on Earth. I was returned to life in a haze and concealed myself within the silver shroud that covered Khonshu's statue and again confronted Bushman. After tearing Bushman to the ground in a pool of his own blood I returned to America.
I've been a crime fighter ever since.
I fight with the moon on my side, the closer to a full moon it is the more power I bestow. As for protection, my cape is infused with adamantium.
I'm one of the good guys, not one of the bad guys.