Marcous Siverwolf

Long is the hunt...

Wed, 17 May 2006 18:42:37 GMT

I have found solitude in the woods. the smell of the hunt and the thrill of the kill. not to sloppy not to quick.. must not let anyone find me.. but the time as come to take on the airs of being human. Oh how I long for the day when I find my true pray. The ones who killed my pack mates and sire... oh how I long to sink my fangs into there flesh and my claws render there limbs from there bodies... the trail ia again cold.. but I have not lost hope.. oh no.. I have power to find them... almost have what I need.. soon the night shall be as the day and those that have asked for my wraith shall know the errors of there ways...a new sent.. must follow.. must kill... wait.. no.. now is not the time.. now is the time to be human and most humans don't eat there own......time to face the city once more... time to blend in with the flock...

AC

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 04:14:42 GMT

What an odd place. My travils have lead me to this city. I wonder if I will find the killers of my sire here...the chirch folk are up to something.. Oh how I dislike the church but a weakness is a weakness and I have learned to be strong. After so many years I am still afraid of it.. oh my thoughts are jumbled.. This city is lead by puppets that know not they are puppets... The stench of humans reaks why does our food have to wallow in it's own filth. They like a herd pack themselves in and makes for easy hunting mayhaps to easy. I long for a good hunt I find myself following deeper and deeper from humanity... two things keep me from going over the edge.. The Great Goddess and her consort the sun... I see it every day if I so wish... I even keep the maqurade by doing so... I rant to much time to eat.. I wonder what man tonight shall feel the joy of my hunger...only one way to find out....

History

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 21:25:42 GMT

Marcous was born in 1872 in NY, NY. He was the pride and joy of his parents. And life was easy until his father died in 1873 in a factory accident. Due to his fair face and good looks his mother papered him. He was well educated. His mother raised him in the pagan faith.
In 1882 his world would forever change he came home to his house to see it on fire and no sign of his mother he tried to rush in and find her but a fireman stopped him. His grandmother's did not like him. He was unfit and unclean and there was only one cure for little boys that acted like little girls... The Church. The church was not kind to him at first he defended his faith and every time he did the Priests would flog him until he confessed that it was a sin and when he was caught sleeping with anther boy they were both beaten by crosses and spent a month or so in a cell with little water and food.
In 1889 he ran away from the church taking nothing but his camera and the close on his back.

1890 Marcous could be found in the old world visiting out of the way areas, taking photo's in 1900 while on assignment for a catalog he was taking pictures for, He was stalking a wolf in Congo for three days he laid in one spot waiting for the right shot when he was attacked from behind the next thing he know is that he is in a camp and hungry.

He would learn to call this camp, more like a compound, home. It is here that he learned to fight, the laws of the wild, and he adjusted to his new night life. Kitty his sire had one of her pack mates train him for he was by nature not a fighter type. His love for the craft grew has he learned his lessons. This went on for many years.

1919 Would find Marcous hunting one day and was forced to sleep away from the compound when the night came he continued to hunt more then fear entered his hart It was night and the sun was well asleep with many hours before it woke up and the sky was light up in the direction of the camp. He heard faintly the howl of wolves and answered... he ran as fast as he could back to find that he was to late… the entire compound was in ash... the fires though not as bright as they once were still burned.. Everyone he knew everything that was his life again was destroyed by fire... he searched everywhere and did not find any survivors. He mourned the loss of his sire and pack mates and asked the Goddess to help him find the ones responsible. He had heard rumors that they fled to the states. And so he went back to the camp one more time took a look around then left to follow the trail that was vary cold but not yet gone. There was hope yet that he would find the ones reasonable. So he fled to the States a returning of home.

In 1932 one night Marcous was just finishing a ritual honoring the Goddess when a haggard Man ran into the now closed circle with the sent of a deer that is being ran down buy a pack of wolves and almost left him be but something in him made him stop and look at the man and suddenly a image of himself many years ago came rushing to the fro, one were he was running from the priests, He snapped out of the memory and hid the gentleman for a while, he even hunted down a nearby human for blood feed to the gentlemen. He bandaged up the gentlemen’s wounds and fled the area until they were in Michigan, yes there were wolf men here but that was a risk. The Gentleman whom he learned was Alaster needed to sleep the long sleep and so it was arranged. Marcous lived in the same area honing his skills.

1960 Alaster woke and by that time Marcous was ready to move on. He told Alaster: “No boon shall be asked I have been paid for helping you good day”.
And he left Alaster and went his own way. Now the years were getting to Marcous and he to longed to sleep awhile and so he did.

1980 He woke up and roamed the Globe learning and studying the new age.

January 1st, 2006 the Sisters of Norn would lead him to Atlantic City. Maybe here he would learn more of his Sires killers.

My Discription

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 02:43:12 GMT

He stand @ 6'0" 160lbs. It is almost hard to tell if he is a man or a women, such are his features. He is wearing a green army shirt, blue jeans held on by a black and gold leather belt, jungle boots. A black du rag covers his hair. Upon his back is a large green backpack. His deep bright blue eyes speak of hidden mysteries.