Name: Marcus DeWeir

Gender: Male
Age: 42
Apparent Age: 24
Species: Vampire
Coven: None

Birthplace: Santa Cruz, California

Physical Description: I think I used to be more tan… But it’s hard to remember. My hair is a light brown, almost blond and down to my shoulders just about. But it was lighter usually because of the fact I loved to be out in the sunlight. I remember that much. I loved the sun. I played a lot of sports… Football. I loved to swim. I know that much. I’ve seen things. I’m taller than some people, about 6’1” or so… And I weigh just a little over two hundred pounds. My eyes were dark blue… But now they’re a dark blue black almost. I can’t stand to look at them… Seeing the monster that lurks in them.


Snapshot of Me: I hate myself… I’m a monster… I can’t help it… Every night... Every night I try to fight the hunger. I try to fight him, but he always wins. I’ve tried to fight the hunger for nearly two decades and I’ve killed more people than I can remember. I’ve done things so horrible… I don’t even know how this happened. I used to love being around others, I had friends… But now I can’t be around anyone without wanting to kill them. I smell the blood. I hear their heart beat and I can’t resist. The harder I try the worse it gets. And then he comes out. He fights his way out tearing me apart in the process.


History: I…. I don’t really remember much… Everything I know I know from the things I found where I used to live. I can hardly remember anything before she came along.

I met her one night at a beach party. I saw her sitting there, her long blond hair so beautiful in the driftwood fire, her smile so sweet, seductive and beautiful. I couldn’t resist her, no man could. But when she chose me, I never remember feeling happier. Actually that was the last happy moment I remember. Yeah, I wanted to sleep with her, every guy did and that was clear as hell to her. And well, she said that was all she wanted too.

She was the most aggressive woman I ever met, and I love it. I was in heaven as the night went by, I didn’t even realize slowly she’d been draining me. It was only when I pulled away, trying to catch my breath for a moment, that I saw the blood. I had no clue what was going on until I saw the bites. At first I thought she just had a fetish, but then… I saw her fangs. Her eyes… They didn’t have that laugh in them, just a hunger. But not for sex. I tried to get away, but her voice called me back. Made me come to her… I couldn’t resist. The last thing I remember from that night was her pinning me against the wall, her fangs digging into my neck.

It was three days later when I woke up… Night. I tried to remember what happened… What my name was, who I was…

But every time I tried, there was like a wall… A wall that… That every time I got near, made me scream in pain. Every time I tried to remember what I was called… It was as if someone was driving a knife into my brain. But I had to learn. I had to remember who I was.

I tore through books, pictures, letters and… and everything else that was in the place where I woke up. The place smelt like me… That was the first thing I noticed… I was starting to feel hungry, and I tried to eat…. But it only made me sick. It only made me throw up and shake uncontrollably for nearly a day. Every night, I tore through what was in the apartment. Falling asleep with what I thought was exhaustion every morning.

I kept trying to eat… To keep something down. I was afraid to go out… I knew something bad would happen but I didn’t know how bad it was. I didn’t know just what my body was craving. Well… Not until a neighbor came over, concerned because she hadn’t seen me out and about. That was the first time he took over. He let my friend in, and I knew what he wanted to do. I knew what he wanted from him! But I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t save him!

That was the night I ran. I packed clothes and other items in a backpack and I ran. I couldn’t stay in Santa Cruz anymore and so I ran.

Every. Single. Night. It was a battle between me and him… Me and the monster that tried to tear out of me.

I ran, living in the mountains, the parks. I had to hide. I stayed in the forests… Trying to stay away from people… But it never worked. He made me find them, made me kill them… And I could never stop.

The next time I came aware of the day, the date really… It was 1997. I had to find help. There had to be others, others that could help me control this monster. But I found no help, no refuge anywhere… I came to Canada a decade later, wandering, running from my past. I heard through whispers of others that there were coven head quarters in one city in Canada… There I could probably find help. I could find someone who would know what I was going through.

I’ve been in Demaitre for seven months… But I’ve been hiding. The cops were after me because of him. I remembered a warning that I was given by a vampire… If I crossed the wrong people, I would die.

But maybe that is the salvation I was looking for.


Vampire Characteristics:
Powers:
Ability to climb walls
Great Speed
Great Strength
Shadow Hiding (cannot move in them but if he doesn’t move he cannot be seen)

Weaknesses:
Stakes (will paralyze him)
Dead Blood (will make him sick)
Sunlight
Fire

Others:
Falls into near Comatose state
Double fangs