Name: Marcus Crowley
Sex: Male
Apparent Age: Around his 20s to 30s
Abilities: Oh, your normal demon stuff. Illusion, popping from one plane to the next, summoning small items. Marcus was born human (sort of) and became a demon after he died. Subsequently, he's far less talented than some of his more infernal comrades.

He's fairly good with a sledge hammer or a garrote, too, though lately he's been more in the mood for the former. Stress will do that to you.

Marcus is, of course, first and foremost a coward, however, and will only attack someone if he's fairly certain he'll win, can sneak up on them, or put them in a position where they can't attack him back. Only if he's really cheesed off will he fight someone who is figuratively or literally bigger than him.

Appearance (Human): Marcus Crowley is generally at some height or another; we know that much. Sometimes it's around 5'11", other times closer to 6'0", bordering on 6'1". For the most part he's shorter than Salem, but sometimes he isn't.

He has a dark, olive-y sort of complexion (the sort you see on strapping young lads from the Mediterrean) and curly, not-dark-brown-but-getting-there brown hair. He doesn't normally wear it short (unless it's been forcibly cut) and never wears it long; it just is. He's on the lean side and wears suits, generally with a red shirt, black tie or white shirt, red tie. On the rarest of occasions, Salem manages to convince him to wear something other than red.

Appearance (Demonic): Far more of an important part of Hell's society than The Royal We could've ever imagined, there is a subgroup of demonic entities who weren't really born that way. Marcus, part of this unfortunate group, died and was later offered a position in Hell. This is greatly inconviencing in many ways, one of them being he only has one form.

This makes him (and others like him who weren't Hell-born) at an extreme disadvantage to other demons. He's less powerful and is left with far fewer options for climbing the social ladder as well. And as if it couldn't get any lamer, this being Hell, those who were lucky enough to be born demonic tend to look down on those who weren't and are generally unpleasant.

He gets a lot of lip from the Jones & Jones funeral home. He and Salem don't get along with them too well. (Then again, who does?)

Equipment: Marcus tends to work and travel lightly. Rather than keeping many things on him at all times, he merely summons what he needs from Hell. Often this means some manner of alcoholic drink and various light weaponry. He keeps a few small knives in the physical world, however, and occasionally a choking wire.

It has been rumored that once upon a time that he has wielded something like unto a rather large hammer christened Bessie, but that is nonsense of video game proportions. :p

Personality: Surly and unpleasant, you rarely see Marcus doing anything either than drinking or complaining. He has a dry sense of humor that often operates at the expense of others, and he's something of a wine enthusiast. The Drink has long seemed to lose its intended effect unless he specifically insists; it's more habit and psychological addiction than anything.

He's also an incredibly quick adapter, unlike his business partner, and he even seems downright chipper under some circumstances. Other times when faced with an unfamiliar situation he grows more and more irritable. This can sometimes lend to unfortunate incidents involving hot cups of tea and soggy houseguests.

He's very bossy and, though it takes a while to realize, he's really kind of a nice guy. Salem infuriates him, but they haven't stayed together through (only) sheer spite and cussedness, despite how their relationship may seem.

History: Once upon a time Marcus died and found himself in the company of the nasty sorts of lazy demons who like to ride on the coattails of ambition. They tend to populate an unpleasant part of Hell known as the Sandlot. Here he struck up a deal with a demon named Salem, and the two have been annoying each other ever since.

Other Important Information: Marcus and Salem have lived next to the same little old woman for centuries, and niether of them have noticed. Her name is Mrs. Livingston, and they spend a remarkable amount of time fetching her cats out of trees and trying to decline offers of meals, tea, and baked goods. Marcus has taken something of a liking to her.

He also rather likes Chinese take-out, but that's a detail that is less applicable to Generic Fantasy World #7. :p

Starting Location: Braesorn