HARPER, Markos

[style= text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]MARKOS LIAM HARPER

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NAME:Markos Harper
AGE:23
GENDER:Male
BIRTHDAY: February 23
OCCUPATION:Amateur UFC fighter
PLAYBY:Penn Badgley

MOTHER:Mia Harper
FATHERRyan Harper
BROTHERS:--
SISTERS:Logan Harper(deceased)
EXTENDED FAMILY:Pop Pop Harper
PETS:Jake (black lab/german shepard mix)

Markos stands at a towering height of six foot three. Not only does the height play a factor in his monstrous figure, but his broad shoulders and well developed muscles help the status of the UFC fighter become known. He has dark brown curly hair that he crops short, and root beer colored eyes to match. His jaw is square and he does grow facial hair, he just tends to keep that trimmed or shaved completely. Very rarely does he have the 'scruffy' look going on. He has various scars and most likely some bruises on various parts of his body from the occupation he currently know participates in.

Even as a fighter, Mark has a rather quiet nature, or as others would put it, shy. He tends not to open his mouth unless he is pushed over the edge. This doesn't mean he isn't a hot head. He gets angry fairly easily, but whether or not he decides to open up and beat the shit out of someone is rare. Being mature at such a young age could be the answer to all of this. Talking to a pretty girl is not and never will be easy for him. Even at twenty three he is sky, during high school he was considered weird because he wasn't trying to jump all over the pretty girls. He kept to himself, he didn't have many friends. The social aspect of life really wasn't what Mark was interested in.

BIRTH PLACE: Pennsylvania

Markos was the eldest child in the Harper family. In fact, he was the oldest in the his family generation. His father had no siblings, but his mother had plenty. Though most of his relatives lived across the united states, it was his mother that had up and left for PA. Mark was three and the family was happily settled into they're new lives when Logan was born. Mark instantly grew fond of his sister and they grew up playing in the big backyard with the tire swing. The three year difference seemed to grow bigger when Logan got into Kindergarten and became best friends with Tara Calder.

Mark learned to deal with this and attempted to make his own friends, but this resulted in failure and he kept to himself, even at eight years old. Not long after Tara started coming along did Poppop Harper move in with the family. He was getting to the age where he didn't want to be by himself anymore. Grandma Harper had passed before Mark was even born, so the man was lonely. Mark had grown attached to his pop pop as soon as the man spoke to him, and told him stories.

The old man seemed to be getting to the point where he was losing his mind. He'd been through war, he was older and suffered a lot of stress through his life, so when Mark would recite these stories to his parents, they thought nothing of it. Vampires. They didn't exist. Poppop Harper told only Mark these stories, he tried to tell Logan, but she laughed. Mark was the only one who took them seriously. For whatever reason that little boy was stuck on the fact that Vampires were real, to the point that his mother and father told pop pop to stop talking about them. All that did was made Markos keep quiet about who he told these stories to. He believed his pop pop. He's seen them. He was thirteen when he saw his first vampire. He used to sneak out of his bedroom window at night and go for walks, the loner kid did nothing but walk about and think. He wasn't a troublemaker. He was walking through the park he and Logan used to play in since they were small. Farther back between a patch of bushes he saw one. The only reason he knew it was because she saw him first, the look on her face was enough to tell, oh.. and the fact that her fangs had slid out like she was going to feed on him. Mark turned to run, but she was so fast she was in front of him before he could do anything. She cocked her head to the side, something's blood was dripping from her mouth. Markos remembered still to this day the moaning, dying sound he heard from something behind him. The Vampire growled and zoomed away from him, silencing the noise. Mark had never ran so fast in his life. His Poppop told him Vampires were evil, they were born from hell and needed to die before they took over the human race. Mark didn't know who died that night, but he wasn't going to let it happen ever again.

The other thing that had always caught Mark's eye was Logan's best friend, Tara. She was pretty, he'd thought so ever since he was little. She was smart, not like those other girls. She didn't care what other people thought of her, and she was funny, not slutty. His sister, well she was decent and almost the same as Tara, but she was slightly more careless. He hated it. But there was nothing he could do to protect his sister, she was more forward than he was. Mark was convinced he needed to kill these vampires, he swore he saw them everywhere, and going into high school he was always talking about them, to his family at least. His sophomore year, a senior beat the shit out of him for no reason. Just because he was the quiet kid who kept to himself. The young man knew if he wasn't able to take down a person, how could he ever kill a vampire? That same week he joined a UFC training center. His mother almost had a heart attack, but she couldn't stop him. By his senior year he had grown into something else, still the quiet boy on the inside, but no one would even try to start shit with him for fear of getting ripped apart. That same year Logan and Tara had been sophomore's, and his Poppop died. This crushed Markos more than anything, knowing the old man was one of his only true friends.

After graduating, Mark dove head first into UFC fighting. He would train during the day and go to matches at night. He took in money that way, it wasn't professional... but it paid for the basics. He didn't bother with school, it wasn't his thing. He was smart, but just the idea of school made him shiver. He wasn't just training for UFC, but he learned how to kill a vampire. He was obsessed with this, no matter what anyone told him. He couldn't have one of these beasts hurting his family.

It wasn't for another two years did Markos finally run into a vampire one night. The beast was a male, and shorter than Mark. But he attempted to attack him, most likely planning to kill him. Mark had been waiting for this years, and was overly prepared. He had gotten a silver stake through the vampire before it even had the chance to sink it's fangs into him. The idea of it all gave Mark more will power to kill these things.

It wasn't long after his first vampire kill did Mark get a rude awakening. It was chilling at first, he swore he would see a vampire run by his window while he was at his half asleep. He felt the overwhelming fear that someone was watching him all the time. It had gone on for a month before he got the call that his sister was missing. Everything came crashing down to earth in a heap of shitty reality. For those days they searched for Logan, Markos was out looking for her too. He had not slept for days, hadn't eaten or spoken to anyone. Not until he got the call that they found her body. Something in him broke that day.

He wasn't allowed to see her body, not only the cops, but his mother and father knew it was not a good idea for the brother to see the beaten state the body was in. In no one's mind was the vampire idea even present. And Markos lost it. The vampire talk started up again, and his parents thought it was all in the stress of losing his sister. Mark went to Tara for help, she had been connecting more than he ever thought she would after Logan's death. But before he could even get a grip on things, she was gone. She had left for school, and here he was was... the half crazed brother a dead girl. His mother and father attempted to get him help, and it was to the point that he was hospitalized by force. A vampire had visited him the drugged up Markos. The young man was strapped to a white bed to keep him still, with sedatives to help him sleep. Somehow the vampire got into the hospital, somehow it found him. All Mark remembered was how dark it was, and how he could only see the outline of the vampire. The voice said it wouldn't be long, he had to finish what he started. His progeny had been the one Markos killed. He left that night and Mark woke up wondering whether it was real or not, but all he could think about was Tara. He didn't want anyone's help, he knew what he saw, he knew he killed that vampire.

Mark walked out of the hospital, in fact... he kind of ran. He left home, left everything behind and fled to New York to find Tara. The vampire was after her. He knew it.