Marcus the butcher

A large brooding man with few words and deadly actions

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Marcus Emishnicoph was born and raised on the hard streets of Chicago in the Russian barrios of south Chicago. Where Marcus was born the Russian mob controlled everything. To be a Russian mobster was to stand as a symbol of the Russian way of life. Marcus’s father was a capo for the Mogilevich family, the strongest russian family in Chicago. Marcus’s father never taught him math or read him bed time stories. Marcus’s youth was filled with tactics, gun handling, and an in-depth knowledge of demolitions. Marcus saw his father with pride and admiration, a warrior to the Russian people. Marcus was trained to be a loyal soldier to the russian mob. At the age of seven Marcus witnessed his first murder, at twelve he killed his first mark, and by seventeen was a regular assassin for the family.
Marcus was a gifted assassin, gifted to the correct heritage and a knack or eliminating his targets. He always got the job done and never had a job that was too big, more importantly he never questioned why his victim needed to die. Merchant hold a personal record of 107 kills, a number in which he is proud. Marcus quickly adopted the name “the butcher” for his vicious tactics. Marcus became a well known figure in the underworld community. Marcus was also a loyal member of his family, never questioning their motives.This was until the summer of 1986. The don called Marcus in and gave him a very specific assignment, the death of his father. Marcus has never been asked to kill another Russian, and to make it worse his own flesh and blood. He did not want to disrespect his don but could not kill his father in cold blood. His used his outside contacts to obtain why the don would want to kill one of his closest capo’s. His answer was blunt and brutal, his father was trading info with the feds, in exchange for the ability to push heroin. He was a traitor, pure and simple, to Marcus his father died in that moment. For the first time Marcus became emotional, he lost control, this was personnel.
Marcus stalked his father to a dark ally and finished his assignment. Before he was done he “convinced” his father to give him the details of who his heroin distributor. He stalked his target to a ware house in the west side. He knew the building was filled with workers, some of them might have even been innocent. It was still satisfying when he blew the warehouse to smithereens. He walked from the situation and decided to lay low, wait for the hit to blow over. He never expected the warehouse had allies that were beyond the mortal realm. He never imagined the heat would come for him so soon. The next night as he walked the streets of the barrios. This was a place he felt safe, a place where his people walked the streets. As he walked down an ally he noticed an ominous figure in the the shadows. He had a feral look, an unnatural look that unsettled his stomach. The man stared at him with a look he was not used to, prey Marcus knew this man was here for him, Marcus had no intention of going quietly. He pulled his weapons and began to fire, people around or not, the most important thing to Marcus was survival. His first shot landed with deadly accuracy, blowing a large portion of the man’s arm into dust. As a predator Marcus was used to this being the end. His natural nerve was relax, he had won. This man responded in a truly horrifying manner. His eyes began to glow, and his movements became a blur. He rushed Marcus with a ferocity and within seconds Marcus was on the ground bleeding. Everything went dark, the last thing Marcus remembered was sirens and the dark figure standing next to him, his eyes glowing with an eerie red malevolence. Marcus died that night, to the mafia, a great soldier, to the public a menace that was killed in mob violence. His mortal coil came to an end. Merchant awoke a true predator, a creature o the night. His Gangrel sire had been impressed with Marcus and had allowed him into unlife, as his personnel soldier. Marcus served his master. Killing in unlife, Marcus became a ghost. He no longer needed to socialize with mortal society other than to feed. He managed to maintain his allies through become high profile killer. He was well outfitted, unapproachable and a shadow in the underworld community, but when given a job, he was always successful. His master took the wealth marcus obtained and outfitted his knew “pet” with the finest gear. Marcus also maintained a healthy amount of resource in his offshore accounts, perhaps the only connection remaining to his mortal form. Marcus no longer has cars, houses, or luxury goods. His resources are in personnel gear, the finest body armor, sniper rifles, and demolition goods. He also had international ties that allowed him access to the finest wares. The only time that his master allowed him to socialize with others of his kind was during the church services of lancaes sanctum. During this time Marcus was taught how to embrace what he had become. The lord spoke to him about the beast and how he was supposed to become the monster as salvation to the lord.Marcus had always had structure and the church gave him a place to place his loyalty and to embrace his killer instinct. Marcus remained a slave to his master for a long period, working and fighting as his sire’s weapon.
One night Marcus awoke and felt free, he had no forced love in his heart and it made him feel empowered. Some how some way Marcus no longer had a sire. He raced in the fields of illinois and never looked back. An undefined period later Marcus wandered through the fields of Knoxville. he encountered a large vampire wearing ceremonial garbs. Brother James eyed Marcus and asked “ Do you accept the lord into your heart.”. Marcus wept a tear of blood and smiled. “With open arms I am yours to command.”

Marcus the butcher

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