Name: Marshall âMarshâ Caroway
Gender: Male
Age: appears to be eighteen
Race: recently turned vampire
Appearance: look at pic, usually has a red flannel over shirt, tint of blue to his skin, also his ears end in a point
Forms: n/a
Main Power: typical vamp powers, he still trying to figure them out
Secondary Power:floating
Personality: kinda chill, wouldnât want to piss him off though
Fears: fire, drowning, hunters, the man that turned him, small cramped dark spaces.
Weakness:holy items, garlic, stakes, silver.
Occupation: none
Likes: not being bothered, apples, listening to music, floating, frogs, some banjo music
Dislikes: people bugging him, judgment because he is a vampire, obnoxious people.
Equipment: a hunting knife, his music player, a change of clothing, his banjo
Do you have living family members? If so who are they?: none here.
Where are you from?: will not say.
Brief Background: Marshall was born in what many would call the boondocks, catching frogs in his spare time and listening to his dad plick away at the banjo, as his three siblings an older sister and two young brothers played around in the field. He was your typical lazy country boy, piece of straw in his mouth and southern drawl as well. That all changed when he had to run after his scaredy cat of a dog in the middle of a storm into a forest. He called and called for his dog only to find the corpseâŠthe head twisted one eighty degrees. He knew no animal could have done that, if it was a bear there would have been a bite mark somewhere or not much left on the corpseâŠif there would have been a corpse.
He didnât even get a chance to react as someone slammed him against a tree, twisting his arms behind his back with one hand before yanking his head back painfully by his hair laying bare his neck. Marshall had struggled, slamming his foot down on the attacker, but to no avail.
He felt a sharp pain in his neck like something had bit him. He had no clue what it wasâŠhe had an idea, but he didnât believe itâŠafter all Vampires were not realâŠright? He twisted and wriggled to break free only to feel the mouth clamp onto him tighter as his scalp started to hurt from his attempts at escape. His vision darkened as he grew weak and tired, finally giving up.
Next thing they knew was waking up in a small dark place, his eyes though soon adjusted as he realized he was in a coffin! His family had found his corpse in the woods, his death ruled a murder by the recent âvampireâ serial killer that mimicked the classic blood draining of a vampire.
He banged and called out hoping someone would let him out! Alas no one did and so he broke through the coffin, the dirt falling on him as he clawed his way up and out, luckily for him it was still nightâŠunluckily for the grave keeperâŠit was still night. He became Marshallsâ first victimâŠand unfortunately Marshall killed him, having almost no control on the hunger that consumed him. It did sate him for the moment. The pieces fell into place as he felt a pain in his neck feeling two small holes there and noticing a slight blue tint to his skinâŠhe was a vampire. At that moment he knew that he could not go home. His family thought he was dead, and he knew he was dangerous to themâŠand so he had the urge to take some dirt from his grave, placing it in a canteen he stole from the grave keepers body. He travelled at night and eventually he wound up hereâŠhoping to make a new start and gain some control on his powers.
Orientation: bi, male lean
Crush: none
Favorite Foods: really anything with apple, thoughâŠhe seems to be having trouble eating much of anything now.