Rated M for strong language, drug and alcohol use, violence, sexual themes and situations, blood, gore, and psychological horror.
Appearance:Once a imposing, handsome man with an air of authority, now Marc just looks tired and older than his years, thin and haggard. His wild mane of hair's gone prematurely stark white, in fact, it's been that way for a long time, and his ice-blue eyes have a far-off look about them that belie past tragedy.
Bio: Carrow used to be a spook, the real kind. A CIA agent doing Uncle Sam's dirty work the world over, and it was a job he was very, very good at. Well connected, charismatic, and wickedly intelligent, there was talk of him being on the fast track making director....
But everything changed one fateful night when he was sent with a team to investigate what may have been a national security concern in a small town not far from a nuclear control facility. People were seeing and hearing strange lights and sounds in the woods, and several had disappeared, including a county sheriff sent to investigate. Terrorism or foreign actors were suspected to be involved, be it in espionage of sabotage.
Whatever, precisely it was he saw that night is anyone's guess, but by morning, he was the only one left alive, stumbling out of the woods unarmed, naked, covered in blood and muttering to himself. A swift investigation was concluded and then immediately classified, and Marcus himself was put on psychiatric leave. Nobody, much less the government, was interested in what he had to say, and it was only his connections that kept him out of a padded cell.
He became obsessed with finding out the truth of what happened to him, and not long after finally being deemed fit for service, he was caught trying to access further classified information and stripped of his security clearance, given a menial desk job. His career was over, and his marriage fell apart not long after, which only furthered his obsession. He joined several paranormal support groups, began contacting the media, and was becoming both an embarrassment and a liability to the agency. It wasn't going to be long before he either got rid of himself or they did it for him.
His salvation came in the form of a phone call from a blocked number, the person on the other end of the line using a voice scrambler. Apparently, someone had heard of his particular 'situation', someone very important, with very deep pockets. No name was ever given, but something else was offered instead. Marcus would have to stop talking to the media, quit his job, and live under the radar. In exchange, he was given protection, and expense account, and most importantly, validation.
There were things out there that defied all explanation. The government knew and cared more about keeping it from the public than dealing with it. His mysterious benefactor or benefactors, meanwhile, took a more active approach, fighting the shadows from the shadows themselves, and they wanted him to join them, on a trial basis. The gave him a few lead to follow, and he's made a good account of himself so far, saved who he could, and more importantly, made it through safe and sane. Now it's time for him to take a step up the ladder, which means no more solo work. Luckily, the agency already had their eyes on a few hopeful recruits, and tasked Carrow to round them up. And so now he's headed upstate with a damaged marine riding shotgun and a girl far too smart for her own good in the back seat, with little more instruction that the address of a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere where they're supposed to meet 'like minded individuals'.
Name: Kasimir Singh Barq, 'Kas' for short.
Appearance: A lanky, well-built man with deep olive skin, almond eyes and long black hair tied back in three braids, two shorter ones framing his face and a third going back nearly to his waist, sometimes wrapped up under a turban when he's in a good enough mood to deal with overt stares and subtle racism. He wears a Kara bracelet looped around his right wrist, and a hooked Kirpan dagger at his waist, both of iron.
Bio: Deleted, it got way to complicated to bother summarizing. Read the thread.
Name: Brooklyn 'Brooksie' Paige
Appearance:A petite, some wound say 'mousy' young woman, with dirty blonde hair and gentle, blue-grey eyes peeking out from behind half- frame glasses. She dresses with a unique style unto herself that pretty much screams hipster, only fitting for the proudest nerd to ever live.
Bio: Deleted, she changed. Read the thread and find out whatever it is she is with us!