Marrec Olivier

Un ronflement fort et grattant a surpris le grand homme éveillé, ses yeux sombres flippant blousement autour pour localiser la source du bruit. Bénéfiquement, Marrec s'est rendu compte que c'était lui qui avait fait le bruit, puisque la tanière était autrement désertée. En frottant le sommeil de ses yeux, il a laissé ses oreilles sensibles remarquer plusieurs corps mobiles autour de la maison, bien que les sons étaient faibles, étant donné que les individus étaient des loups-garous. Sauf qu'un type... avait tendance à s'acharner comme s'il testait le sol pour des taches défectueuses. Marrec n'avait jamais compris ce qui allait dans de lourdes chutes de pied, surtout lorsqu'elles provenaient de femmes relativement petites qui semblaient trembler le sol à leur passage. Densité, peut-être. Chutant à ses propres pensées, l'homme se mouvait de sorte qu'il était étendu sur le canapé gargantuan, sa peau a donné un moulage orange du foyer flamboyant voisin. Ses yeux sombres étaient lourdement capuches, des éclats éblouissants pour attraper le jeu des ombres le long des murs.
Je devrais probablement être avec le chef de l'emballeur, il pensait somnolent. Sauf que l'autre agent d'exécution l'était, puisqu'ils avaient tendance à se relayer pendant qu'ils étaient dans la maison. De l'avis de Marrec, il n'est pas nécessaire d'avoir deux ombres fulgurantes dans un tel espace clos. Le dot sur le canapé n'était pas susceptible d'aider son statut d'exécuteur shoddy, mais l'homme n'était pas enclin à se soucier beaucoup – il pouvait faire son travail, avec ou sans les critiques. En outre, personne n'avait ouvertement pris sa direction depuis le dernier combat. Sauf les Geri, qui se méfiaient clairement de ses capacités chaque fois qu'ils étaient dans la même pièce ensemble. Harrumphing assez fort, Marrec a flanqué les oreillers derrière sa tête. Par le chemin des parfums plus forts qui traversaient la maison, son critique le plus fort était actuellement à proximité. Heureusement, c'était surtout des éblouissements silencieux et moins naïfs, parce qu'il commençait à s'endormir à nouveau et n'appréciait pas l'idée d'être forcé d'être éveillé pour une béatitude par le Geri, qui l'a surclassé pour la domination et allait jusqu'à ce qu'il décide de se battre pour un statut différent.
La bouche s'ouvrit lentement alors qu'il s'endormait, le corps de Marrec se détachait d'inconsciemment, envoyant un bras se détacher de l'extrémité du canapé et les ronflements légers pour commencer une fois de plus. S'il rêvait, s'il avait des brownies ou des steaks, peut-être quelques cerfs à queue blanche.
Name: Markus Skarsgard
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Hetero
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Pack member
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Ulfric
Appearance (picture or written description): 6’2 muscular



Strengths (at least 3): Exceptionally strong, Excellent Leader, quick witted,
Weaknesses (at least 3): Tempermental, a old leg injury which can be taken advantage of, can be trusting
Personality: A powerful man (wolf?) who has spent much of his life training his body, sharpening his mind he turned himself into a force seemingly unstoppable and incapable of being tricked. Though this came with a downside his tendency to focus on himself as to better serve others has often lead him to being hot headed in believing he knows what is best for others.
History: The entirety of Markus life has been spent in strife. Born to poverty stricken family he went where the money was easiest as he grew up, crime. He quickly cultivated himself into a thug who at first began robbing convenience stores with his friends. This wasn’t to last as they sought bigger prizes and soon started going after jewelry stores.This went well for a while as they raked in the money and continued to keep their identities from being known. It wasn’t until one the crew suggested a bank that things went terribly wrong. A shootout rang out through the streets of the small town they had chosen as police had made it to the bank quickly on account of a hostage escaping. Markus fled the scene as his fellows were gunned down, and as he ran through the snow flurries he heard a growl and then everything went black.
When Markus awoke he found he had been torn and ripped several wounds were on his body and blood splashed across his clothes and flesh. He stared at the man who stood over him and knew that something was wrong with him. The claws on his finger tips the way he grinned and the golden eyes they all resembled a wolf. Just as the man was going to speak to him Markus pulled his pistol and blew a hole through the man’s head and fled. The nights went by slowly Markus felt strange and when it came time for him to turn he had no idea what was happening, half a apartment complex ended up dead in that instance. Though due to this members of the Odessa pack came looking for him and offered to teach him what he is and he accepted.
As he spent time with the pack he grew to enjoy their company his demeanor changing from what it had been with this new realization of what he was and what existed in this world, though he had his disagreements and they were all with the current Ulfric.Eventually Markus would be fed up with the current Ulfric’s lack of good leadership and challenged him… The fight almost killed Markus as he fought the much older werewolf, but eventually he came out victorious though very injured. Since then he has been considered a especially wise leader of the pack and lead with his Lupa Valerie only helping further his ability to control and keep the peace.
Other: He has a chrome .45 1911 that he has kept from his criminal days. This is kept so that if he needs to deal with ‘issues’ that can’t be dealt with in wolf form he can do so.
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