Marcus Miller

September 26, 2023

Character's Name: Marcus Miller
Character's Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 205 lbs.
Current Job Occupation: Former detective turned Private/Paranormal Investigator

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General Traits: Seemingly a bit of a goofball with a weakness for whiskey and women, Marcus is one that keeps his cards close to his chest and would rather no one know what's really happening inside his mind. Of course, he certainly does love to laugh, and he does love the company of women, and is perhaps a bit too thirsty for the hard booze, but beneath the laid back, smiling demeanor is a man that always took his investigations seriously. Of course, those investigations are part of why he needs that facade of a smiling man.

Good Traits: Polite, tries to share the spotlight with anyone around him, insightful, intelligent, in shape, a good sense of humor, a firm sense of good and justice
Bad Traits: Keeps his true thoughts to himself, never lets anyone get too close, a borderline alcoholic, sometimes a bit too obsessive about chasing justice

Likes: Sensual women, Knob Creek, classic rock and jazz, comfortable chairs, sultry songs
Dislikes: Murderers, rapists, sadists, and the depths of depravity he's witness his fellow man come to. Teases, gold diggers, people with an easy life crying about how hard their minor inconveniences are
Hobbies: Ice skating and roller blading, watching football and hockey, urban exploration, sex (well, he considers it a hobby)

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Preferred Role: Switch if Not Applicable is not permitted

Preferred Position: Switch
Favorite Position: Cowgirl, doggy-style, missionary with her legs over his shoulders or folded back

TOP 5 Favored Kinks: Exhibitionism, blowjobs, cumming on breasts, voyeurism, multiple partners

TOP 5 Limits: Pain, sadism, toilet play, chains/leashes on piercings, full-bore male submission

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Marcus had quite the successful career as a detective, though he was always careful to avoid the limelight. He wasn't much a fan of people knowing who he was or what he worked on. There were practical reasons, of course, such as criminals on the street not always knowing your face on sight. However, he also wanted to keep himself grounded. It wasn't about him, it was about justice for the families that lost loved ones. Unfortunately, this path caused him to see the dark, terrible side of humanity, and that prevented him from being able to trust anyone else. Yet such loneliness inevitably led to his desire for women. Strip-joints, hookers, escorts, or simply flashing his badge at a pretty little thing at the bar interested in an older guy in uniform, anything that got him the distraction of pleasure and the warmth of the feminine embrace.

One day, however, one case, things seemed... off. Nothing so Hollywood as finding fang marks in the neck of some blonde in an alleyway. No, this was a bit more like Pickman's Model, the Lovecraftian short story of witnessing something unsettling, unnerving in the darkness that no one else saw. In fact, he wasn't sure he believed it himself, but he began to notice more and more signs and indications. He took an extended leave from his job, but that extended leave has lasted months now as he's sought answers. What was he seeing? Was it evil? Was it hostile? While it may not have been his target, it led him, one day, to a club. One smack dab in the city he worked in for years, in alleyways and past streets he'd been walking day in and day out. How had he not seen it before? How had he not noticed it? Tonight was the night he entered, curious to see if he simply hadn't looked at it until now, or if maybe, perhaps, there was something strange afoot...

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