About Me
My name is Marcus, and I am one of the sons of Alexander Corvinus. Bitten by a bat, long ago, the genetic anomaly created in my blood changed me into the first Vampire.
Subsequently, my twin brother, William, was bitten by a wolf, and a similar anomaly transformed him into the first Werewolf.
Unlike myself, William's condition changed him permanently, and not for the better. He looked like a man wolf, and remained that way... Whatever rage or fury within my brother drove the madness that ensued.
William went on a rampage, killing all in his path. Those he'd bitten, whether dead or alive, also transformed into creatures as insane as he.
I wished to help my brother, and went to my father who, at the time, was a Hungarian warlord. I asked for the help of his army in containing William, but my father refused... He'd washed his hands of the both of us, his own sons.
Desperate, I sought out another warlord, one my father had known well, Viktor of Moldavia. He was of ill health, and I went to him with the bargain that should I turn him into one like myself, he use his armies to help me stop William's rampage. He agreed to help me find my brother so I might find a way to help him and so I bit.
I had also turned a woman named Amelia, and the three of us became the first Vampires.
It wasn't long until we had turned Viktor's entire army, those who hadn't died from the venom of our bites rising to stave off the growing Lycan threat.
In the winter of 1202 A.D., Viktor betrayed me. We had tracked William to a small village, which had been ravaged by his rage. The capture of my brother was far more brutal than I'd imagined, and instead of allowing me to help my kin, Viktor and Amelia entombed him in a location which was never revealed to me.
Viktor became known as the first Vampire, and I went along with the stories he and Amelia would weave. I had little choice, it was Viktor's army that formed the Death Dealers, and their ultimate allegiance was to him.
Viktor, Amelia and I struck the rules of the Covenant so that we may share power equally, but it was obvious Viktor was always seen as the strongest and most capable.
I have no one to blame but myself for what had happened. I turned Viktor, I trusted him, and I allowed everything that had happened to pass.
For 14 centuries, we shared rule in century long blocks. Amelia would wake me, I would wake Viktor, and Viktor would wake Amelia.
In 2002, my next reign was to begin, but Amelia's blood did not awaken me. Instead, the blood of a maimed Lycan seeped into my tomb, combinging with my Vampire elements through the Corvinus strain.
I awoke of my own accord, and enraged at all I'd seen, and perhaps from the Lycan blood's effect on my psyche, I turned my vengeance upon all in my way. With Viktor and Amelia both dead, I set my focus on finding William, the change in me warping my mind further than even I anticipated.
I wished to finally be what Viktor had taken from me. The ruler of an entire race! The Hybrids would be my children, but in my madness I was slain by the Death Dealer who'd held the memory of William's location...
Having returned from the dead, I am not sure what I will do now. How I live is a mystery to me, but I intend to rectify my mistakes, even if it takes the rest of my immortal life to do so
