My life starts off being born to my Mother, whom it is assumed, (This was confirmed on 12/2012) died giving birth to me and my twin sister, Addison. Our birth Mother, I later learned was a Were. Our Birth Father an Original Vampire, gave us to my Mother’s Uncle to care for. He claimed us as his own to protect us, which by all rights gave me my title of a Marquee. His wife, our now adoptive Mother, Lady Gweneth was a homemaker and she treated Addison and I as her own. My entire childhood I spent most of my time in the woods surrounding our lavish house, as far as I was allowed to go. It was commanded at any early age that I would follow in the Duke’s footsteps and become active with the government. Which I did, but I also ended up with a slightly additional career.


After 16 years with them, my sister and I were playing in the woods near a drop off we were always warned to stay clear of. When I saw my twin fall, I lost my focus when trying to get to her and took the same fall, smacking my head against the rocks, which caused a huge gash and knocked me out. When I awoke Addison was no where to be found. We were still searching for her until she found me in NOLA, very confused about who she is and where she comes from.


When Colin was around 8 or 9 years old he came running home with a bloody nose and a cut lip. I demanded to know who had done the damage, and as soon as Colin said the Bradley Brothers were responsible, I charged out the door. Colin tried to stop me, he hadn't told me how many there were. I returned even more bloody, but their force of 8 was nothing compared to me. I'll spare you the gory details but they were killed by my own hands or fangs might be a better explanation. Killing those boys provoked the beast within me. A curse awakened upon killing an innocent human. My Were gene was activated. Leaving me caught between two supernatural creatures. The Vampire and the Werewolf. Some may say I handled this fate very well, but the truth is I didn't handle it at all, that is one of the reasons why still today these feelings sometimes surface violently. This was also the first time I acknowledged my need for human blood versus animal. I lost my sense of humanity…..



I spent the next 62 years on a massive killing spree. Feeding as much as I could in the hope I could shut down the battle within me by feeding it till it had it's fill. Only to find that it didn't help. I often took woman as my "pets" abused them. Dominated them. Year 63, (at the frozen age of 78) I came across Astrid. She was able to fight me off with such Goddess like strength, which was such a shock to me that I forced her to tell me what she was and begged for her help. 47 years I spent learning from her. She taught me how me to control the battle in side and she began to get me in touch with my Humanity She knows every detail about me. What sets me off. What keeps my battle at bay. It's to her I owe everything. She saved me and I fell deeply in love. During this time, Astrid and I become bonded by blood. In a valiant effort on my part to save her from her own beast of sorts. We each now depend on the other to survive. What happens if one of should perish...the fates only know. But being a Goddess, Astrid's home wasn't on earth. I hated when she would leave me to tend her home in Olympus. I would become angry and often times when she left me to fend on my own. I would once again shut of my humanity and take a woman just because I could. I knew Astrid could see me. But I just didn't care. I wanted to punish her just like I had everyone else that let me down in life. When Astrid saw me have some compassion and let this specific woman live, she panicked. (Unknowingly the woman came up pregnant.) A deep seated emotion grew within her. One she struggled with at first. She had fallen in love and made the ultimate decision to live her live on Earth. My humanity thus became intact…..

It was in that year (frozen age 93) I set up a form of life here and opened the #CrazyTrain club and began forming my Pack, Thanks to Astrid, I can keep the two halves of me deep inside. Thus giving me the capability to live a semi-normal life.

Though I have a visually normal life set in NOLA, I still have my separate life, employed by the War Department. Another thanks to learning how to control my dark side, I was able to keep the War Department from knowing my dark times. My superiors call me 'Hunter' because I always came out on top.


Fall of 2012 - Life changing events took place. I lost Astrid. Not to Olympus. Not to another being...I lost her to the depths of darkness. In a battle against an enemy, to save the lives of those Astrid cared about, she lost her life...so to speak. Her sisters put her up among the stars. My humanity once again gone....I took in those pets again...Something about that made the fates send her back....and she beat the fuck out of me for taking the blood of others. I in turn punished her almost draining her dry. The next few days we both put our stubborn pride to the forefront. Until I found her about dead...again...I knew I couldn't survive without her. And I knew I had to make her mine. On November 30th 2012 I asked her to be my Wife.

Winter of 2014 - Life changing events took place. I lost Astrid to Olympus again. As her protégé I know the things she see's, the things we both see, that we have to run from. Our lives are not a fairy tale or anything remotely close. We live in a world tainted with blood shed. After a while that breaks you down. Changes who you are. Add the fact that we also deal with our darker side and you get two very confused creatures. That woman,  was my essence in life. I breathed her. I craved her. I needed her. She  became my very own angel and devil in one package that I loved and will always love to depths of my corrupted soul. My humanity once again gone....


All I can do is focus on the absolutes of my life. Those imperative things that are my responsibilities. My children. My pack. The safety of those seeking refuge with me. My empire. My family  has now taken high priority on my list.  We weren't even aware Colin worked for the government. It was reported that he was killed by the infamous pirate Pagan. I will find the pirate and kill him with my bare hands.


The loss I continue to suffer seems like a punishment for the slays of my past. And now that words been sent that my Brother was killed, though I can't bring myself to believe it is possible. I have to seek vengeance and protect my children. How much longer can I go with unanswered questions? I honestly don't think it will be much longer. But I can promise you I will go down protecting my family.