My Name is Marcus Ward. I live on in Kingsport, VA. I live amongst the depravity of mankind. I am the depravity of mankind.
Born the first son of a fucker who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, my mother died when I was young enough and the fucker hooked it with my baby brothers mom. My father was my hero.
The street life was beat into my head from an early age. In order to survive down here you had to be tough, be imaginative. At the age of 10 ,I joined my first gang, at the age of 18, I slit the neck of the head banger. Rising to the top with blood on my hands ask me if I own waterway, I’ll tell you I do.
Brandon came into my life when I first joined the Homes on the street. The only good thing my father did was produce a baby brother from the loins of a hooker.
Brandon was raised by me, the father and the hooker disappearing for days and sometimes weeks, tripping and fucking who really fucking cares. I raised Brandon and nobody fucks with him else they will deal with me.
Brandon and I share the same genes from our father. Lucky bastards aren’t we?
When Brandon turned 16 he was introduced into the gang. To prove himself he was handed a gun told to shoot someone. He killed our father. I was never ever prouder of Brandon that day when he walked back into the ring and said he whacked our father.
The Swan Bar is a dilapidated business, though it is well managed. Money comes in the door from various sources. You won’t find the police called down here in the bar when things happen its taken care of.
If you need favors from the homes. Come speak to me first.
I prefer knives to guns my speciality has always been the switchblade. There are only two people that can control my rage when I go off.
One is Brandon the other Kali. Both family to me.
Step lightly when you are in my presence there is no need for further introductions.