Physical Description:
Markean is of average height, and his build is somewhat on the slim side. His long hair is unclasped... unless he is doing business or is in his lab. At those moments his long hair is pulled back in a neat pony tail. He wear suits, typically of fine make..

Background:
Markean was born on his family estates in 1879. His life was that of elegance, luxury, and wealth. As he grew he had the lessons of horse riding and shooting. Though if truth be told, and occasionally he'll even admit it, he paid more attention to the firearms than he did the riding lessons.

When he came of age, his mind was already seeking out the realm of science. His father was only too happy to send the young Veritous to college to learn all he could. Markean learned all there was to learn about science, though had no desire to teach what he found, nor did he have any desire to be a doctor.

So it was upon his graduation he returned home a much more knowledgeable lad than when he left. His father was upset, until Markean professed his desires of learning the family business so he might continue it. His father, with a renewed pride in his son, taught him about the business. Markean took to it well, and much to his fathers happiness took to the lessons of politics with equal skill.

His father died, shot by a mysterious robber who stole the money he was carrying. Markean took over the family business and Estates. The business he ran with a cool calculating mind, and while he did not turn into a instant overnight multi-billion dollar expanse, he kept it running and profitable to suit his needs. Though, it was not odd for a few Markean's competitors to wind up missing.

And thus it went for many a year. Markean had no idea he was being watched by anyone. And so it came as somewhat of a shock when in the eve of December 25, 1906 he was Embraced, and brought into the fold. At first he was uncertain of the results, but was soon to see the benefits of this. His uncertainty had been emphasized by that fact he could now see the dead... and not just himself in the mirror. He could see, hear and speak to ghosts. He eventually shrugged it off, as something all those of the kindred learned to deal with.

He began the pursuit of beautiful brunette women. He would oft times lure them into home, under guise of sexual endeavors, and feed off of them to satiate his hunger. It was with some annoyance he noted that his fangs no longer retracted, and thus he began limiting his public appearances. It was around the time he began limiting his public appearances, perhaps it was because he did not get out as much, and noticed it more, but people would come up and talk to him as if they had known him for years. This troubled Markean as he had always relied on his memory, it rarely failed him, but still had never seen these 'people' before. He kept his eyes open, and tongue civil as meeting new people could always be good. Perhaps they were being friendly. The only caution Markean could think to take was to ensure he said nothing critical when he spoke to someone he did not recognize. As the years rolled by he developed a way of talking, while giving him an indistinct accent, and to hide his ever present fangs to all but the keen eyed. With this, Markean rarely smiles, and when he does, it is always a closed mouth smile.

With Markeans new way of hiding his teeth now, his public appearances began once again to grow. He still kept them limited, and never went any where that would jeopardize revealing his teeth. Markean began to notice that there was someone watching him. Somehow, Markean was certain that whomever this watchful person was, he was not friendly.

As the years advanced, Markean began noticing the unfortunates...ever mindful of maintaining his masquerade, he began enticing urchins into his house under guise of offering them a better life. The process is slow, almost tedious, but every so often one of the beautiful brunette women urchins is offered the chance to live the life sublime luxury and not lift a finger ever again. Few refuse, even after discovering they are to be
become part of his 'Grex'. The few that do refuse usually go on exotic world trips, though none ever find out that no one in any foreign country ever greets them.

As technology began making it's introduction, Markean was again drawn to learn all he could. He went to great expense to bring instructors to his home in the eve, using his busy work schedule to as to why he cannot attend courses through out the day. As his knowledge of increased still more, he began construction on his library and lab.

When cars were introduced they fascinated Markean, and he immediately approached it with his normal zest and prudence. Bringing in driving instructors at night, because of his work Learning how to drive the vehicles, and then to do offensively and defensively. As the years progressed, Markean kept one of the cars he rather enjoyed driving. AS the years progressed still further, he began trying to combine technology with style he took his 1967 Ford Mustang and had it heavily modified. Air bags, racing frame, 4x4 disk brakes are but a few of the improvements. He added radar detectors, police scanners, a potable laptop, car phone, are among some of the more exotic improvements. He also, has kept a 1980 Sturgis for simple esoteric value.

As of late, Markean has begun to combine the realm of technology and occult. It is not abnormal for him to stay cooped up, feeding on his Grex, as he spends many days in research to devise bombs, bullets, rifles, and other such gadgets that will prove exceptionally fatal to vampires and other such creatures, so that he might better protect himself and the Ventrue.