I will get a sheet worked out soon, I like the sound of this RP a lot, and it makes a change from my usual fantasy RPs.

Name: Marc Grey
Gender: Male
Age:28
Description: 5ft 9inches tall, messy short brown hair, dark green eyes, muscular build that has laxed a lot due to his recent spurt of alcholism.
Clothing: Dark brown work boots, ripped and faded jeans, black vest top covered in rips and stains, dirty grey leather coat.
Occupation:Bouncer at the local sleaze club
Bio: Marc is originally from England, he doesnt know a lot of people and likes it that way, he took a job as a bouncer in some sleazy club, the pay was lousy but he got to drink as much as he wanted, the reason for his drinking was the death of his wife and child, some pyscho ran them down, slowing only to get Marc's son off the bonnet of the car.


Introduction:
Marc threw the latest trouble maker out into the street, not evening taking the time to dust his hands off, as he turned to enter the paint-chipped door, he noticed another bulb had gone in the already drab neon sign.

Opening the door Marc looked round at the rest of the patrons, they all sat quietly, after seeing what he had done with the last two men, Marc knew they would be better off staying that way, he headed back to his seat at the bar, it offered him the best view of both the front and back doors, as well as the dance floor and sitting areas, it also kept him from standing for too long, massaging his jaw where the last guy had actually managed to get a punch on him, Marc picked up his beer, downing the cold brew in a long mouthful, he slammed the empty bottle down and waved to the barmaid, he couldnt remember her name, for another.

He had just sat down when a bang from outside alerted him, was it one of his evictees coming back for another go? That had happened before, usually with several of their intoxicated friends and some serious arsenal to back them up, Marc sighed, he had wanted one shift where he hadnt had to throw anyone out, that way he could concentrate on his drinking.

"Keep the beer cold, this will only take a minute"

He got up from the stool, walking towards the door as he heard another bang, this one followed by a low growl, was it a animal of some kind?, Marc didnt want to tangle with an animal, not when they could give you rabies or other diseases.

Looking out through the main window in the door, Marc was relieved to see it was just some dirty looking guy, who, by all appearances, had neglected to wash, Marc could smell him.
Opening the door, Marc called out to the man.

"Hey buddy, I think you have had enough to drink already, do yourself a favour and go home, sleep it off and grab yourself a shower"

The man turned and faced Marc, his face devoid of any semblance of humanity, Blood soaked one side of the face, the lower jaw was a mess of tissues and blood, the man seemed to be chewing on his own lip.

"What the fu........

The rest of Marc's words were cut off as the man launched himself at Marc, making a noise that could only be descibed as growling snarls.

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