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Lone Wolf
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Name: Marius Morganti
Age: 674
Almost two years, Who would have ever guessed, whispers over the century’s, fairy tales, old wives tales of things that go bump in the night, creatures of legend, suddenly the spot light of humanity. Marius sighed and tossed the magazine down on his desk. The Headline reading “Vampire Fashion, Hidden secrets of the worlds hottest looks” pathetic. Vampires, were-creatures, things once thought as only myth finally recognized and granted the same rights as humans. The Constitution of the American nation amended . Marius shook his head, rubbing his eyes gently. Bout fucking time, No longer did they need to hide in the shadows, Not that he cared, He’d been in this country for century’s, seen the changes over time. Peoples fear of things they never understand was still rampant. People still hunted them and killed them. Mostly in secret as it was now considered murder without a warrant, but that didn’t stop people. But then, his people weren’t doing their best to keep themselves out of trouble.
No, Revenants, ghouls, rogue zombies risen by those with power still ran rampant, But not in his town, no, After nearly two years Marius had risen quickly to power, at nearly 700 years old and a Master Vampire he had the Power to take over and did. Now the New Master of the City of Chicago having murdered the old one in a Duel, yes a duel, as in old country 20 paces turn a shoot kinda dual. But throw in meta-physical strength, speed and powers and It was MMA the likes of which have never been seen. Marius stood up, moving to the mirrored Windows over looking the club floor and Bar area of his club. “The Silver Fang” Yea ok so it wasn’t that original of a name. but it was turning into one of the hottest night clubs in town. And was one of numerous clubs, businesses and property’s he owned.
Marius stood their, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched everyone dancing, his keen eyesight watching everyone, humans and vampires tucked away in dark corners, Willing blood donors offering themselves wanting to experience what it was like to be bitten by a blood sucker, just another night. Turning he moved to his office door, opening it the bouncer stiffened to attention. He had to say this, Were-jaguars were good body guards, fast, strong, they were better then the humans he’d hired. They were harder to seduce and distract. Standing at only a modest 5ft 10inchs Marius was shadowed by the 6 and a half ft guard, but he wasn’t worried Turning on his heel he made his way out to the dance floor to mingle
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