|Theme Song:||Valhall Awaits Me, Amon Amarth|
A HAUNTING PASTEdit
Locke, as that's all he'll ever call himself, has made it through the world of danger and mayhem to become what he is today. Soldier, sufferer, and fighter, he claimed his place in the night and will retain it to his final death.
A FIGHTING FUTUREEdit
He's come back to Miami because he missed the weather, the night life, and the joy of being in a solidly Sabbat controlled city. He never really seems to blend in, as it's hard to do so when you're almost seven and a half feet tall, with long blonde hair, and weigh about the same as a baby elephant. (Naturally.. a very trim, muscled elephant that spent plenty of time lifting particularly heavy things..) While it may not be particularly hard to have the stature of a purebred Viking in the modern age, it is sometimes hard to get lost among a crowd.