[Marcus Scipio]

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Marcus Scipio
Basic Information

Name: Marcus Francis Scipio
Other Aliases: Will only answer to Marcus, none of this Mark nonsense, though he will adapt to a nickname if given one – but it will be met with great resistance at first
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Age: He lost count a while back, been around since the medival ages however, so about 800
Date of Birth: 12XX
Place of Birth: unnamed hamlet, Italy
Occupation: Looking for employment at the moment. Has held a wide variety of jobs over the years and has no real need to work, he does it for entertainment value now days. Much better than being a hermit in his opinion. Previous jobs have included all areas from assassin to a very bad and poor painter.
Legal Status: Murky area, claims Italy as his home land but has moved several times over the centuries, England being his current ‘home’ land.
Marital Status: Single


Personal Information

Picture:
Avatar: Gaspard Ulliel
General Appearance: Marcus was always on the taller side of the height scale till late into the 20th century in which he became average and then he moved on to being on the shorter side of average – much to his chagrin, though his height has not changed since he became a vampire, humans just kept getting taller. His appearance does not reflect his years however so he does have that to be thankful for though he often wonders what he would look like older… and he has forgotten what his physical appearance looks like as well so that would be a fun fact to know as well. He looks to be a twenty something human to the untrained eye.
His blue grey eyes are nothing remarkable, and are often hidden behind his plain brown hair, hair that is always maintained to the best of his ability, though is hair style has varied little from its original style back when he was human. Generally speaking he wanders about looking like an upper class gent, with tailored suits and casual wear in his world being a suit minus the coat and tie. He’s still trying to adapt to the more causal and sloppy look men ‘his age’ ( read twenty something year old men) seem to have adopted.
Marcus doesn’t look like the sort of man to be of any threat, his lack of muscle tone leading other’s to believe him weak. Sadly this is what often leads to their death in the end – super strength being one of the perks of his undead state. He also has mastered the ability to transform into a large brown wolf with his same blue grey eyes, an ability he has found to be helpful when hiding the bodies of any victims he might have killed in bloodlust. Though in this form he finds it difficult to retain his human reasoning unless that reasoning was to hunt or kill.
Height: 5’ 9’’
Weight: 165lbs
Hair: Dark brown hair that tries to be messy when Marcus doesn’t remember to comb it, but as its naturally straight messy can only go so far. It does have a tendency to get in his way however being longer than average with a love of hanging in front of his eyes.
Eyes: Blue Greyish
Other Distinguishing Features: Fain scar on one of his cheeks that that not really that noticeable from his pre vampire days, a wild entangle with a cat, ask him about it some time…the story behind it always changes. Marcus also has the tale tale bite mark on his lower neck that are usually tastefully hidden by something (ie scarf, shirt collar…).


Mentality

Personality: To Marcus what you do with your life is all impertinent, all that matters is that you have fun doing it. Its this outlook that has saved him from falling into the trap most elder vampires fall into, he refuses to act his age and therefore still takes an active interest in the current world in which he lives. An 800 and something man should not still be gallivanting all over the world looking for things to entertain himself, yet Marcus takes a particular thrill in finding any way to kindle his amusement with the world and takes any risk he deems he will survive through. So taking down an experienced vampire hunter might not be at the top of his list but heck a newbie is fare game.
Marcus, though ever the risk taker, has always been the quiet sort. Though he is willing to take risks survival habits are hard to ignore and he shies away from being the center attention and having a large group of friends. He prefers to experience life by himself and has yet to find anyone that he can stand for a long period of time. He will be loud in a crowd but never the loudest and he rarely voices his true thoughts. The decades he spent at various courts has taught him caution and discretion in ever voicing anything other than what people want to hear. This balance of a risk taking nature and self taught caution are the reasons he has lasted so long. That and his lack of interest in siring vampires – spending that much time with someone makes Marcus feel a bit sick to his stomach.
Being undead has wrecked havoc with Marcus’s sense of humor. It can now be classified as very dark and very subtle though violence can also bring it out as well. He’s not past saying something snarky and completely inappropriate right before someone is about to die. For the most part Marcus has the most fun when succumbing to a bloodlust. It makes him feel young and the lack of control and utter abandonment of self causes him feel free of all bounds. Though with the growing awareness over missing persons and the like he has lately taken to controlling it. He does miss his vamperic youth days when he could run around in a lust for hours and no one would be more the wiser.
Habits/Tendencies:
Bites on lower lip when deep in thought or about to voice something he feels won’t be received very well.
Constantly can be seen pushing his hair out of his eyes
Fears:
Actual dead as a doornail dead
Anything that might lead to his death – such a stakes and well trained vampire slayers
Vampires older than himself
And as he is ashamed to admit – cats
Likes:
Books and discovering new abilities
The feel of a bloodlust
The smell of blood and chocolate chip cookies (he doesn’t like the taste of cookies however but there’s something about the smell…)
Horseback Riding
Corny Horror Movies
Near death experiences
Dislikes:
Werewolves/Wereanyting
Solid Food
People he considers a threat or people that are to passive
Mirrors
People who say ‘When I was young’
Hobbies:
Reading
Fencing
Ballroom Dancing (shhh don’t tell)
Staring blankly at walls
Hunting
Weaknesses:
Sunlight
Objects made with the purpose of killing vampires
The smell of blood when he hasn’t fed in a while
Strengths:
Vamperic Strength
Wisdom (with age that does come…)
Ability to change to form of wolf - hopes to one day master mist or something more exciting and less reminiscent of werewolves
Flit
Personal skills: Is a very mature vampire, with the ability to change into a wolf form, as well as having super human strength, can flit at will and it is his main mode of transportation.


Biography

Known Relatives:None living
Past or current notable Relationships: Had a close relationship with Lady Aria that lasted till her death fifty years after his turning. Other than that he’s had various flings and made a short-lived attempt at being a womanizer. It failed miserably.
History:
Marcus was born the fifth son to a serf family and had no real expectations in life other than to serve his lord, and perhaps protect his land from invaders. Nothing more, nothing less. He had no thoughts on having a family seeing as he would never have his own land being the fifth son in a family of seven. His mother died after the birth of her seventh child, his father followed ten years later. By the time of Marcus’s father’s death Marcus had long been distanced from all parts of his family, having managed procure a position in the lord’s house as a manservant. His loyalties were to his lord and master and he had little time nor inclination to continue a relationship with his family.
Marcus would have continued to live an unexciting life had he not met the intriguing Lady Aria a guest of his Lord’s. He had been assigned to meet the demands the Lady’s peculiar habits and an unlikely affair blossomed. Lady Aria was bored and looking for excitement, Marcus smitten with the attentions of a wealthy lady. With only her interests at heart she changed Marcus over, spiriting him away to her own grounds and made him a pet project. It was here Marcus received an in-depth education, one that included not only elementary Latin but the habits of the upper class. At first Marcus was less than pleased with the new developments in his life but Lady Aria quickly put him right, showing him the joys of a bloodlust and passing on vampire lore that build the new foundations of Marcus’s life. Gone was the simpering manservant and in his place a haughty lord was born. He spent the next fifty years of his life in the Lady’s company, with little care or worry in the world. Both of them became careless and superstitious serfs began to suspect that all was not well with their mistress and her enchanting guest. Marcus managed to escape the stakes and flames of the serfs but his lovely tutor and lover was not so fortunate.
A new chapter of his life began. Marcus used his ability to mingle with the upper class taking odd jobs that would pay for the life style he deemed necessary at the time. His favorite being an assassin and has often reverted back to the trade when money was lacking. Though during wars he found that selling information could be even more profitable than killing informants. And court life gave him a great thrill as did anything concerning the French. His accent was long go before long as he wandered the world.
World wandering grew old after several centuries and after much debate he decided it was high time to start having a steady life style before his real age caught up to him. England seemed the perfect place to blend in, London feeling as though it was made for him. His accent could always be passed off as another nationality as would his quirks. Not having a superstitious human community the people of London wouldn’t shy away from his pointy grin and would more than likely pass if off as some fashion trend as the French did. Marcus bought a flat with some savings and decided that his next option would be to seek out a job before he grew to stagnant to recall even the most basic of survival techniques.


RP Sample:
Marcus perched on the edge of the brick wall of the park that over looked his new flat, his eyes taking in the full moon that was somewhat lost in the haze created by the city lights of London. The breeze played with his hair, ending pieces of it in front of his eyes. He blinked and shook his head in a vain attempt to keep the hair from staying in its annoying position, but as soon as one strand was flipped away another took its place. The atmosphere reminded him of a similar night, one that had happened all to long ago, when he was first learning the true meaning of what it was to be undead.

He had been leaning against a haphazardly built wall in a set of new woolen breeches glaring at the short regal woman in front of him. The woman seemed unfazed by his glaring and kept smiling as though she had given him the world’s greatest gift.

“You did what?” He asked once again, voice filled with hostility.

“Why Marus are you not in the least bit flattered? You’ll never have to serve another pompous lord again, just me your lovely Aria till the end of time.” She cooed, batting her eye lashed.

Marcus was unimpressed. He should have listened to the gossip and stayed well away from her. But no he had to make sure the lady was in every way comfortable and do his duty as best he could to his lord. “I would have had to serve the lord only for a matter of years, decades at best. From what you have told me, I will be at your beck and call till judgement day. In which I will be sent to hell and serve your lord.”

Her pretty face underwent a transformation as she slapped him hard, a slap that would have sent any human flying over the hills and to his death, but merely made Marcus take a step back for he was no longer human. The she devil has done something to him in his sleep and he wasn’t quite sure what. All he could focus on were her words and his aching hunger.

“Come Marcus, only I know what you are experiencing. Open up your mind to the possibilities, close your eyes and listen to the call of blood.” She whispered, suddenly close her tone smooth and seductive.

Marcus did as told instinctively knowing that she would rid him of the hunger that was threatening to consume him. He took a calming breath, the bitter sweet smell of blood filling him suddenly. His eyes shot open.

“Yes my dear. Now head the call and we will talk when you are less – insufferable.” Marcus took off, following the heady scent that had filled his head.


Marcus shook himself out of his memories. This was not a time to be thinking of the joys of being on the hunt. He needed to find employment after all, an entirely different sort of hunt.

[Mairi Daniels]

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