Character Information

Name: Marcus Whitmore de Clermont

Age & Date of Birth: 632 : Spring of 1757

Gender: Male

Species: Vampire

Canon: All Souls Trilogy

Powers & Skills: Marcus is a vampire which comes with the whole super senses, strength and speed package that most vampires have. Sunlight does not affect him. He has to drink blood, but he can survive on the blood from animals as well as people. He does need people blood though to help him heal though from any injury. His blood also has magical healing abilities in which it can drip directly on a wound to heal it - the larger the wound, the more of his blood that is needed. It can also act as a sedative if a human ingests it.

He also has the ability to change new vampires by drinking them to the point of death, and then feeding them his own. It's a painful process as the new vampire's DNA is rewritten at an impossible rate and it leaves them half starved and needing to be trained to regain their human side over the monster. Marcus is also a carrier of a blood disease that can cause a blood hunger madness in vampires, and because of this, he was banned by the Congregation in the 1800's from making new children. He didn't learn until 2013 the real reason for this, and knowing of the disease makes him hesitate in making new children since there is a 50% chance they will get it.

Marcus is also a highly trained doctor. He was a military field doctor, has practiced almost all forms of medicine, and has studied and taught at multiple universities and labs across the world before the war started. He has a lot of papers written on genetic studies.

Position & Occupation: Grand Master of the Knights of Lazarus: a French secret society that is duty bound to help protect and preserve the balance of all creatures under Heaven - human and non.

Home Location: Sept-Tours, France

Appearance: Pretty much like this:



Family: When the wars came, Marcus was barricaded into the Castle at Sept-Tours as his knights went off into battle. He has not heard from them since. His mate was killed when the castle was bombed, and it took a few years for them to be able to dig Marcus out and then revive him from his passed out state due to hunger.

Bio: It has been a long life for the youthful vampire. Wars both at home and across the globe have eaten away at the normally chipper and optimistic soul of the young revolutionary war field medic that gave himself over to his "father", Matthew, on a cold night of 1784 when he was dying of the fever.

in the centuries since then, Marcus has been many things: a soldier, a healer, a monster, the King of New Orleans (1803), a father to numerous vampire children of his own, a geneticist, a son, a lover, a husband, a strategist, a leader, and now a man struggling to find what he will become next.

When the wars came, Marcus had sent his Knights in the order of Lazarus out to help the people. As they fell, he was faced with choices on how to rebuild, and then came the day the bombings turned upon France and the castle at Sept-Tours fell around him. He felt the life leave his wife, his family... everyone he had been tied to as the stones broke bones and trapped them in the rubble.

Marcus had been lucky and he had been in the alcove when the bomb hit, and he managed to wedge himself into a tiny part of the wall that was built to hold shelves and other decor. Instead, it protected him from crumbling walls until it was just him in the tiny space as the cries of pain echoed and then died away.

With communication impossible, Marcus tried to dig himself out stone by stone. It was his sheer stubborn attitude that made him finally see the sunlight and breath fresh air in over a year or two. His hunger drove him to drink the first few people he found dry, helping him regain his senses.

Since then, he has traveled quietly from city to city, trying to get a status of the world and how the creatures interact with one another. He doesn't look like a vampire and only those who have Congregation ties will know his true role as he is still the Grand Master. He listens for signs that any of his knights survived and may be in hiding, but otherwise he knows there are eight positions that need to be filled and eventually it will be his duty to do so.

Instead, he is seen as a lordling from a fallen French empire, and one who prefers to spend his time with the common folk than those in the fancy homes. He's a bit of a rebel still, and doesn't take well to politics even though he can play the game with the best of them.


Note: The Congregation is an ancient order that exists between the deamons, witches and vampires that keep order and balance between the three creature classes. Humans don't know of it's existence. Most creatures don't even know beyond tales told to scare young children. Marcus isn't even sure if it is still around and he honestly hopes they are not. The creatures are better off without them.

Out of Character

Name: Alison Sky
Age: 36
Timezone: CST
Other Characters: Guglielmo Stiles Stilinski, Samuel Winchester
Contact Preferences: alisonsky

After leaving the lab, Marcus wasn't sure where to take Christine. His father wasn't answering his text messages - that wasn't a big surprise though - and Marcus wasn't about to call Miriam with this, so he did the only thing he could thing of.

He took her back to his flat.

It was a one bedroom just a short car ride away from the university. He tried not to act like the spoiled rich boy even though he was driving a very expensive car, into the heart of Oxford and into the private parking lot of a very expensive building. Or that when he opened the door, it was obvious that Marcus wasn't one to skimp on decorating.

He tossed his keys into a little ceramic dish by the door and went to take his jacket off. He turned back to look Christine, beckoning her in. "Sorry for the mess, the maid has the year off."

He was still a guy, after all. Not that there were dishes and things around, but he had books spread out all over the place.

"Why did you chose this one, Marcus?"

The hunger was really the answer. It was so strong, so tempting to just let go and drink until he was sated. For months now, Matthew de Clermont had been teaching him the ways to feed that wouldn't draw attention from the humans.

A species that he had been a member of for most of his life to this point. Up until that fateful day in Yorktown and he had succumb to a fever that would have taken his life. But he had been curious, or maybe a coward, and didn't want to go through the pain that his death would bring. Now, he was learning that being a vampire wasn't as colorful as his fever-addled brain had made him believe.

"He's a vagrant. No one will miss him."

His new father shook his head, steel eyes looking down his pointed French nose. "We have talked about this before. You do not know if he will be missed."

"You want me to feed from criminals, but you don't know if they will be missed?" Marcus spun to look at the taller man, not afraid of the judging eyes that narrowed at him. "They may have a mother, or a child we don't know of waiting for them one day. The rules you give me do not have set boundaries. If we must think of the ramifications from one death, I will starve."

"I don't take well to being tested from a son who has barely learned to walk."

"Welcome to America. Perhaps that was something you should have considered before you offered me this life. We tend to be a rebellious bunch."

It could have been the words, or the stubbornness in his blue eyes, but Marcus watched as the frustration in his father's face melted into a single moment of pride before dropping to an emotionless slate.

"Then tell me, Marcus, what you believe is right."

Marcus turned back to look down the alley at the man resting against the wall with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His stomach was screaming for blood. But his ears perked as he heard in the distance a scream.

He turned to his father, and they both instantly moved through the night shadows to where a women was being held against a hitching post. Matthew grabbed the man, pulling him away as Marcus took the hand of the woman and helped her to her feet.

"Don't worry, miss. We'll make sure he won't hurt you again," he told her soothingly, flashing her a bright smile. She nodded her thanks, then picked up her basket and took off running down the street. When she was gone, Matthew still had the man in his tight grasp, and Marcus licked his lips in hunger.

"Why do you chose this one, Marcus?" The question had to be asked, and Matthew's eyes were serious as he regarded his son.

"Because men who have no respect for a woman and wish her harm need to be shown that they are just as vulnerable."

Matthew nodded. "Now just as I've taught you, and then we will deposit him for the sheriff to deal with later."