Name: Marcus Angelos
Age: 7
Species: Human
Personality: Marcus is quite shy usually, not really talking unless spoken too. He likes to read and watch people go about their daily lives, trying to stay far away from people. Marcus is also quite nervous as he is always in trouble with gangs and older kids.
Background: 2am, October 12th. A crisp Autumn breeze flowed around the Angelos estate filling its rooms with cold air. Marcus Angelos was sitting at his window sill, window open, looking into the clear night sky. His tail; wrapped around the handle of the window in case he fell. Marcus always loved to sit and watch the night sky at this time, it made him feel like he and the stars were the only people in the world, his only friends in the world. BANG! Marcus suddenly fell from the window sill onto his bed, looking around nervously. Screaming. His Mother's. Marcus quickly ran out of his room and onto the large, open spaced landing , looking down the large staircase to see his mother being held down by a hooded figure. Silence as Marcus watched half frozen, half petrified as his mother's throat was slit. He then heard his father scream and then. Silence.
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