Name:ǂ: Markus Kallaticus Taen

Nickname:ǂ: Silver Fang, Mark

Age Turned:ǂ: Nineteen

Age Now:ǂ: 2030

Gender:ǂ: Male

Species:ǂ: Greek Vampire

Sire:ǂ: Shoni [deceased]

Appearance:ǂ: Markus is, in short, an albino. Meaning, he has piercing crimson eyes that glow when he gets hungry or angry. He also has pure white skin and long silver hair that ends in a jagged line along his jaw. If he wants, he could pull it back in bobby pins or a small ponytail if he had to clean up and wear a suit. On his left shoulder blade is a black brand of a Fleur de Lis and he doesn’t like talking about its origins since it brings back to many memories he wishes he could forget. When his fangs grow in, all four canines look roughly similar to set of fangs on a cat. His pants are tight black jeans that end at his ankles and he wears black boots that end at his knees. The boots have silver skull fastenings and the skulls look like they have small fangs themselves. Markus stands at six foot two. [tle="" target="">xXx]

Personality:ǂ: Markus can seem a bit cold and outlandish. He sees himself as an outcast in society because of his skin and because he is not human any more. Getting close to people has always seemed rather hard for him because of what happened in his past, but he wants to get close to people… he just doesn’t want to get hurt. He can be a bit more animated when he is around people he can trust. He shows emotions like anger, rage, joy, happiness, and hurt. Though, it is somewhat rare for him to leave this stoic state he set himself into.

Abilities:ǂ: Markus has abilities beyond the normal human. He has heightened senses, inhuman strength and speed, and he can sense the future. Although he seems all-powerful, Markus does have some weaknesses… like a wooden stake to the heart will paralyze him and silver acts like a poison when it is injected into his body. But the only thing that can kill him is decapitation and fire. Markus can control the element of Air/Wind and often relies on the wind around him to make it work. He cannot control it for a long period of time when inside, but when outside, he has no problem.

History:ǂ: Markus was born in 19 BC to a wealthy family in Athens, Greece, as a human during the summer. The exact day and month has been lost to him, unfortunately. As he grew up, he went to school to learn reading and writing. But it was afterwards that he learned to fight from his military based family. He was happy during his human life. Until his parents were killed by disease and famine. He was also afflicted by the diseases and was on the brink of death when he was bitten and turned by a vampire who introduced herself as Shoni. She helped him through the transition, staying with him as they travelled across Greece. Though, when he reached his hundredth year of living, they were in Sparta. Shoni was killed in a scuffle. Enraged, Markus went berserk and killed every single Spartan man who could hold a spear, short sword, and shield. The result was a city-state wide massacre and Markus fled Greece to France where he thought he could “start over.” Unfortunately, he wasn’t so lucky. Markus was picked up by a slave merchant and branded with the Fleur de Lis – even though he is a vampire, some wounds just don’t heal – before being sold. Markus spent long years as a slave, though the exact number became blurred to time. During the 100 Years War, Markus managed to escape his “masters” and flee for a different country. It wasn’t long before he found his way back to Greece where he lived in the most remote places, only coming out to feed or sate some other male pleasure. It was during this time that he figured out that he preferred the blood of other vampires than the blood of animals or people since it sustained him longer. He did change with the times, adopting the black leathers, shirts, and jeans before transferring residence to America in the mid-1970s. Markus did end up switching between America and Greece every half-decade or so.

Family:ǂ: The names of his family are lost to the sands of time. Only recently has he discovered his soul-brothers. Hidden Moon who has changed his name to Zaou Scar who is a vampire and Blood Wolf who has been reincarnated as a Navajo Indian named Sanctum Raa who is a werewolf/lycan.

Other:ǂ: Markus is extremely fluent in Greek, both its modern and ancient tongue, as well as all the other dialects there happen to be. Though, he doesn’t exactly know a whole lot of English, so it sounds rather broken whenever he speaks it. He also smokes from time to time.

It was late. The sun had fallen and the moon was climbing in the sky. The daytime noises had ceased, but the night life had just risen as nightclubs turned up their jams to a vibrating pulse. The city’s downtown was a perfect place to go hunting. The male smirked slightly to himself as he crossed one intersection to get to the nightclubs he sought. One cigarette was hanging between his lips, the end smoking slightly as he breathed out the remaining smoke that was in his lungs. The acrid smoke blocked out smells… Except for what people smelled like as he drew close enough to them. 

This one smells drunk. This one, high. Oh! This one is both. Yet… this one smells of stale sex. Holy Zeus above! Teenagers these days just keep getting more and more… wild. Well… they were wild way back when too, they just got even more so. But, he liked it. It made hunting for blood a whole lot easier.

His shoulder knocked into another person’s and their scent wreathed around him for a moment. His nostrils flared as he breathed in the non-human scent. Vampire. He felt his fangs elongate as he started to salivate. 

The Greek stopped, inhaled another drag, and tossed the smoke stick away before fallowing after the other non-human. He followed the other until she – hm… a female vampress – slipped into an alleyway. He was quick to follow, slipping in afterwards. She had cornered a mortal boy already, drinking from his neck.

He growled low in his chest, striding forward and pulled the vampress of her meal before turning her around and slamming her against the wall. The boy had slid down slightly before catching his balance and bolting. Good. He turned his attention back to the female, crimson eyes glowing in the darkness the alley provided. His mouth opened slightly as he bared four, gleaming white fangs. His canines. The woman under his grasp finally understood and attempted to squirm out from his hand. But to no avail.

“W-who are you?” she managed to stutter around her fangs. She must still be newly changed since even her voice sounded awkward. Fear also laced those words.

The Greek cocked his head, silver hair falling in his eyes. How much did a newling like her know about the Kin-drinker like him? Probably only tales, but those were cast in truth. His white lips curled up into a smile. “Markus,” he said, his own Greek accent twisting his words. Recognition of the name flickered in her hazel eyes and he struck her neck, fangs digging into the soft skin as her vampiric blood flowed into his mouth. And trickled down her own skin. Markus was so oblivious to the outside world as he drank and drank… and drank.