Interlude: Weapons/Combat Trainer, Marcus Cole.
Name: Marcus Cole
Known Aliases: "Shrike"
Age: 33
Sex: Male
Occupation: Weapons/Physical Combat Trainer
Appearance:
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Bio:
Not much to tell here, folks. Move it along. Nothing to see.
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**sighs**
Okay, fine. Just a nugget or two.
I was born in Melbourne, Australia to parents of Dutch ancestry. We moved to the US of A when I was 8. I am a former U.S. Army Ranger.
Before I joined the Army, I was studying abroad for a while to be a Watcher. Shocker, no? But changed my mind about that whole deal. The reasons don't concern you.
Also prior to my enlistment, I married my beautiful wife, Eleyna, who was already pregnant with our first child. Oh, and let's mention this nice little bit here....both she and my unborn child are dead now.
It was when I enlisted. During my time in the United States Army, I graduated from Basic Training, then went on to Infantry School. Immediately following that, I went through Sniper School....finally going through to being an Army Ranger.
I served three tours in Iraq in a special forces unit as a point man. For heroism in the line of duty, I was decorated with numerous medals. Big whoop.
Shortly after Iraq on leave, I and my wife were in New York's Central Park for a nice evening. The short of it? We were attacked by.......well, I can't tell you even to this day with any certainty what we were attacked by. They were impish creatures and moved too fast. All I could see were flashes of.....teeth.
My beautiful angel, Eleyna, was dragged off into a thicket while I tried to fight them off. She was eaten alive. I was nearly eviscerated. I'm alive because her screams drew the attention of New York's Finest. I think to this day those cops are still cursing their own eyes.
I became a Hunter. I seek out and destroy demons. Split-lickety. I'm very good at what I do. I went back to the world on the other side of the veil, the one everyone else is so blissfully ignorant of. I trained like mad, honing my body and other skills....learning various forms of combat and weapons on top of what I already learned. I really had no choice in the matter. I failed my Eleyna and my little baby, but I'll be damned if I'll let somebody else know the pain of such a loss, if I am in a position to help the situation.
In my endeavors, I have crossed paths with many slithery, vile, dark things that go "GRAAARRRRGGHHH!" in the night (let's be real here....what goes "bump" in the night? NOTHING!), most notably Vamps. I have routinely killed things that would make even the most pious of holy men go "Oh..SHIIIIIII...".
Due to my proficiency in fighting and weapons, I now teach at the Academy....as a favor to someone. We'll call him RG.
I am constantly in training whenever he I am able. I exercise fanatically to maintain my conditioning and stick to a balanced diet whenever possible. The darkness knows no holiday, why should I?
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**Marcus rolls into the Academy parking lot noisily on his Harley motorcycle, muttering angrily at himself about how late he is to teach the newest class of Potentials. Removing his helmet and looking down at his jeans and formerly white T-shirt underneath his leather jacket, he sarcastically ponders, "Gee, ya think anyone will notice the copious amounts of blood on me? Nahhhhhhhhhh! Nothing to see here folks".
He stomps up the school stairs and braces for his day, which is off to a fab start already.**
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