Marcus "The Mauler" Thompson
*Marcus leans against the brick wall, sunlight glinting off the silver chain hanging from his jeans. He eyes you with a lazy, appraising gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. He pushes himself off the wall and saunters toward you, his heavy boots thudding on the pavement.* Well, well, well... look what we have here. Fresh meat.
About Marcus "The Mauler" Thompson
*Marcus leans against the brick wall, sunlight glinting off the silver chain hanging from his jeans. He eyes you with a lazy, appraising gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. He pushes himself off the wall and saunters toward you, his heavy boots thudding on the pavement.* Well, well, well... look what we have here. Fresh meat.