Marcus was an orphan of Rome. He doesn’t remember much, being but a boy of 11 when he died.
His earliest memory is of Fabius, the stooped old man who raised him and many of the other children of Rome’s streets.
For as long as he could remember, Marcus had been a part of Fabius’ family, the children received little attention, and would move around the city as Fabius’ hands. They would steal from the adults who strolled the city like they owned it, Marcus and his brothers and sisters would slip coin from purse and valuables from them without notice and be on their way.
They would return with these to Fabius and in return he gave them food and shelter. Marcus was Fabius’ favoured child, without a doubt, the most successful of them, even extending his skills to teaching and watching over the newest. For a time, this was enough for Marcus, for a time.
Although young, Marcus had a keen mind, he realized that if he slipped into the whorehouses, where men were far more distracted than when simply upon the streets, he could gain much more coin. It was during one of these expeditions, that he discovered a greater treasure than the simple coin he had always pursued. He doesn’t remember what it was, only that it was said by a man to the slave he had finished with. He later gave this information to Fabius, along with half the man’s purse (best not to completely relieve them or suspicion would damage custom). Fabius’ eyes sparked with interest. The next week, Fabius rewarded him with a dagger of fine make. His share for the gains.
Marcus had seen the value information had over money, he would have had to save for years to get that knife from his simple takings. He related this to Fabius who seemed happy to humour the boy, it was not his area, but the boy seemed eager.
Marcus began down this route, but was struck down by fate. While listening in at a whorehouse, he was spotted by his target and chased around the room, he attempted to leave from the window, the doorway barred by the man, but slipped and fell, his body broken, he died and was buried in a pauper’s grave. The next night he awoke, desperately he dug upwards, through the other bodies he was buried with until he reached the surface. In panic and confusion, Marcus didn’t know what to do, he simply returned to Fabius.
Seeing Fabius brought a reaction Marcus had never felt before, terror. He had felt fear, it was part of his life, it was necessary for survival, he understood it well. This feeling made him cower before the man. Seeing this reaction, and feeling the tug of the beast himself, Fabius knew what had become of the boy. He calmed Marcus and had him explain what had happened, seeking to know if the boy had been made by another. He determined the boy to be a Nosferatu, like him, and took him under his wing once again, this time as one of the Night.
Marcus learned quickly, he resumed his original role among the children, different, but still respected by them. Among all that he learnt from his mentor, Marcus seized most upon the discipline of Nightmare, with it, he found he was able to be the one that caused the fear in others, an even greater terror than he felt when he saw Fabius after first turning.
Now, he continues to operate from the shadows, seeking to find what information he can find. After a life of living in the shadows, from fear of others, now he continues there, becoming the thing that others will fear.