Name: Marcus Asher Prescott
Age: 26 (March 14)
Residence:
Family: Phillip & Rose Prescott (Parents) 30- Jacob, 24 - Elise (siblings)
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Relationship Status: Has Libby, his camera. Pretty much it.
Species: Werewolf
Occupation: Photographer/Photojournalist - Freelance, a regular for the Seattle Times
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Winthrop, Washington has a population of about 420 people, an old West theme to the buildings in town, and the distinction of having the oldest legal saloon in Washington.Was it any wonder Marc wanted to get out?!
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His father Phillip was a high school gym teacher and football coach. His mother Rose owned a florist shop in town. Jacob got into civics at a young age and was a lawyer, working his way toward Mayor, believe it or not. Elise had the flower bug and after getting her business degree at WSU is back home with the flora and the family. Marc didn't seem to have the gene to sit still too long and once he had a camera put in his hands, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life.
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It was only made slightly more difficult by the fact he - like the rest of his family - was a wolf. The urge to be with the pack, the bonding and brotherhood was a strong call that kept him hesitating in many decisions that would take him too far from that little kooky town. But life was calling and it wasn't letting him rest.
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After a WSU degree in photo journalisim, he too found his way back to Winthrop. He worked for the small paper there and to feed his inquisitive nature began taking freelance jobs to give him spurts of adventure into 'the real world'. For the past few years that's been working just fine. He had his pack and family, he had his camera and adventure. And still, he was restless.
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But a call came through that he'd be a fool to ignore. The Seattle times had taken notice of his work(confusing him as to how) and wanted him on their team. The pay was more than expected, the job a dream, it was perfect. Except he had to let go of that safety net of home.
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The answer of how came about as he was packing to leave. His sister, Elise, came along to help him put his life into boxes. As the last was loaded, she handed him a little ziplock full of ripe berries. "You know, raspberries won't even grow unless they pass through a bird and travel to another place. They just sit there, forever being a seed. So...what I'm saying is, you have a lot of potential inside you. You can't be afraid to go through a little shit to reach your potential"
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His kid sister...yeah, she was something else alright. And he was pretty sure she was the one that got his protfolio to the times. So yeah..here goes. New town, new job, new pack. Bound to go through some shit, but it might be just the process he needs.
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