Greg Marsh

[Wil Marsh]

Greg Marsh

Full Name: William Gregory Marsh, III
Preferred Name or Nickname: Greg
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 28
Date of Birth: February 27, 1984
Main Character Classification: Human
Character Type: Hunter
Power(s): None
Sexuality: Straight
Side: Good
Hometown: Buffalo, NY
Current Residence: Manchester, NH, but he travels when he needs to.




Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Light brown
Height: 5’ 10”
Body Type: Athletic
Distinguishing Marks: A few scars, but nothing too noticeable unless one is looking closely.
Tattoos and Piercings: None
Vehicle (if you wish): A tan 1994 Jeep Wrangler

Personal Style (write a short paragraph): Greg's style and demeanor depend largely on his state of mind. When he's feeling generally good about life he wears nice jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters. When he's a bit depressed he tends to wear more worn and broken in jeans and hoodies and mostly neutral colors. When he's feeling really angry or distressed, he wears lots of gray and lets his hair grow long, even develops some facial hair, and he doesn't care much about his appearance. Generally, he wears a lot of green, tan, and grey. He also has a collection of hats and jackets he wears as needed.





Likes (3 at least):

• Grunge music
  
• Vintage t-shirts
  
• Alcohol
  
• Hats
  
• Jackets
  
• Women
  
• Playing guitar

Dislikes (3 at least):

• Dishonesty or disloyalty
  
• Spicy food
  
• Broccoli
  
• Rap music
  
• Sandals

Strengths (3 at least):

• Hand to hand combat
  
• Excellent knife skills
  
• Athletic
  
• Often underestimated
  
• Determined
  
• Pursuasive

Weaknesses (3 at least):

• Questionable moral code
  
• Doesn’t do well alone
  
• He can be quick to anger
  
• He tends to misread people and social situations
  
• Has a few crippling phobias

Fears: Small spaces and water
Biggest Secret(s): He killed his father when he was fifteen, though the death was ruled accidental.

Personality (write a decent paragraph): Greg is a peculiar person and he’s difficult to get to know. Generally he’s social enough and good natured to a point. However, he gets uncomfortable in large groups or around people he doesn’t know. He sticks to neutral subjects like movies and music and doesn’t like to get too personal.

There are a lot of things about Greg’s past he doesn’t like to think about, let alone tell people. He’s a man with a lot of secrets who’s gotten very good at keeping them. This can make him difficult to trust. He’s not exactly an open book. Ironically, Greg hates being lied to or deceived. Nothing makes him angrier than a lie.

Greg’s view of right and wrong shifts depending on the situation. He doesn’t have a solid moral code. He looks at every situation as it comes and makes quick decisions in the moment. This often leads him to look back on things with a lot of guilt and regret. He doesn’t see himself as a good man and he has a lot of insecurities about himself. His philosophy is to try not to dwell on the past and keep moving forward.



Family and Friends: Everett Marsh (younger brother), Kyle Marsh (uncle) Natalie Marsh (mother), Kennedy Stark (good friend) Jo Harvelle (hunting partner)

Enemies and Rivals: Werewolves, mostly.

History:

Greg was born in Buffalo, New York on February 27, 1984 to William Gregory Marsh II and Natalie Hoffman. He's always gone by his middle name to prevent confusion within the family, since his grandfather goes by William and his father goes by Billy. He has a younger brother named Everett James Marsh, who was born July 23, 1991. Greg had a strained relationship with his parents. From the time he was little, Greg always had social problems. He'd get into fights with other children, fly into rages that frightened his mother and angered his father. No matter how many doctors they took him to, how many medications they tried, nothing seemed to "fix" Greg.

One night, when Greg was 11 years old and had one of his infamous temper tantrums, his mother - alone with him and Everett - dragged him into the closet beneath the stairs to the second floor of their house. Hysterical and at her wit's end, Natalie locked him inside and turned up the volume on the television to a near-deafening level to drown out Greg's screams. He eventually passed out and Natalie left him there to sleep until morning. When she let him out he was nearly catatonic. He didn't speak for two days afterwards. This event traumatized Greg and forever altered his relationship with his mother.

In high school, Greg got very good grades, and was a member of the football team for a while, but he had frequent disciplinary problems and absences. He also had several run-ins with the local authorities for getting into fights and breaking into cars and public buildings. His father died of a head injury when he was 15 years old. He left home when he was 18 and bounced from one residence to the next for a few years before settling in Manchester.

He was first exposed to supernatural occurances when his roommate, Justin, was attacked by a werewolf. Greg was 21 at the time and living in New York City. Of course, they didn't know he was a werewolf until he began to change and tried to devour Greg. After he was forced to kill his roommate to save himself, he and Justin’s girlfriend, Kennedy, began looking into the supernatural. Greg finally went searching for the werewolf that had caused all of it. He found that and much more and ended up falling into the hunting life.

Greg stopped by a roadhouse in Nebraska, where he met Ellen Harvelle. It turned out to be a good place for a hunter to stop for information. Ellen sent him on the trail of a voodoo witch in Louisiana, where he ran into her daughter, Jo. They ended up working the case together and Jo rescued Greg from the witch, an act that earned her his trust. Greg continued hunting on his own, occasionally hunting with Jo or just hanging out with her if they happened to be in the same area. He currently owns a permanent residence in Manchester, NH, but travels frequently.



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RP Sample (required):

Greg's apartment building was a little depressing from the outside: a looming three-story brick building in a cracked pavement parking lot. Greg's tan Jeep Wrangler was parked in the back of the building, not too far from the sliding door to his first floor apartment. He climbed over the wrought iron railing enclosing the slider, unlocked the door and went inside.

The apartment itself was a little sparse, but more pleasant than the building's exterior in Greg's opinion. He stood in front of the sliding door, facing what passed for a "living room" as he slid his feet out of his sneakers. He'd been home for a few weeks since the incident with the voodoo witch in Louisiana. He'd had to take a few days to rest up, but after that he'd gotten some hours at a bar downtown. He knew the owner, which was lucky, because most bosses wouldn't have put up with Greg's random "vacations" and "family emergencies" that popped up and left him out of commission for a few days or weeks.

He flipped on the light and tossed his keys on the table before crossing the living room to the "kitchen" to get a beer from the fridge. He took a long swig from it as he unhooked his cell phone from his belt. He'd turned it off before he went to work. All the time off he took was bad enough. He didn't need his phone to go off during his shift or something.

Greg stared down at the screen as he turned the phone on. He'd called Jo a few days before and she'd said she'd swing by, but he wasn't sure when. He didn't want to be a pain in the ass and keep texting and calling her, but he hoped she hadn't been circling the block or something waiting for him.

He sighed when there were no new messages. He took the phone and his beer over to the living room area, sat down on the futon and put his feet up on the coffee table. He sat in silence for a moment, drinking his beer and trying to let the stress of the worknight fade.

'Maybe I should call her,' he thought, staring down at his phone.

He debated for a few minutes, but decided against it for now. He didn't know why it was such a big deal to him. She'd said she'd stop by, but that had been a few days ago. He'd just be calling to check in. What was wrong with that? He sighed and put his phone down on the coffee table. No. He wouldn't call her. Not at the moment, anyway.

Greg had kept in touch with Jo since they parted ways after the Antoinette incident, mostly through email, though they'd talked on the phone and texted a little. He hadn't actually seen her in person since then, though, and he'd been a little nervous to arrange this little get together in the first place. Despite her protest, he was pretty sure she must've thought he was a Grade A psyho.

But, this was important. Greg had found a nasty looking knife in that crazy witch's basement. At the time he'd just taken it because he didn't have his knife handy, but he'd done a little research on it when he noticed it had weird symbols carved into the blade and handle. He'd had to do some digging to figure out what they were and what they meant, but it seemed like they were tied to alchemy and some old, powerful witchcraft. He wasn't sure what that meant yet, but he'd been a little afraid the thing was cursed or something. He hoped Jo would be able to shed a little light on things.

And, admittedly, it would've been cool to hang out with her in a situation that didn't involve running for their lives or him getting hit in the face with heavy metal objects. He rubbed his jaw where there had been a nasty gash from a shovel to the face. Now it was a light pink scar, which was still healing but not too ghastly looking.

He stared at the phone for a long moment, still wondering whether or not it would be weird to call Jo.

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