Mark was born October 12, 1959, in Silver Spring, Maryland. The day he was born, Joe was brought in to meet him and see Mark's mother - Joe's and Mark's moms were best friends, and Joe's mom had had Joe about 9 months before. Both were single women living in a tough neighborhood. From that day forward, there was never a day when Mark and Joe didn't see each other.

As they got older, they started hitting the streets. At around the age of 13, they discovered some of the earliest punk rock and were sold. A couple of bad mohawks and some safety pins later, they were full-fledged punks. They stole some instruments and started playing in a little three-piece punk band, making raucous noise. They played off Mark's charisma and Joe's intelligence to write interesting, thought-provoking songs about the establishment and keep crowds coming back.

They started touring when Joe was 18 and Mark was 17 - they had both dropped out of school by that point, though Joe still read all the damn time. They hit the road with their bassist, Mikey, in a beat-up old '60s-era Econoline. They toured non-stop for 11 months of the year, taking a week off here and there when they found a place they could crash out or wound up back in the Northeast to visit their moms.

A couple years later, they were headed up into Idaho to play a show to some straightedge kids who had converged on some random ski town. A man they later knew only as "sir" was at the show - he liked watching the intensity of the punks as they danced and screamed and fought. He was captured by the power of the band, and immediately identified Mark as the charismatic leader and Joe as the brains, making Mikey superfluous. After the show, he met them at their van, killed Mikey in front of them, and embraced Mark and Joe.

As with a lot of new vampires, they were thrown into a brand-new world which was overwhelming at first. For ten years, they were held under the sway of their sire, being led around like dogs, taught the traditions, and learning about their new unlives.

Needless to say, punk rockers don't like being kept, and adding the fire of the Brujah blood didn't help. Mark and Joe (well, mostly Joe) schemed for months, finally seeing a chance to get out of there. They took it and have basically been on the run ever since. Their sire is still a big problem for Mark - he assumes the guy won't ever stop looking for him.

They stole a van and used some old music contacts to find some safe places to stay, and for about seven years, moved around the country, meeting kindred and kine alike. Like most iconoclast Brujah, they weren't picky about who they hung with, as long as they were a decent guy. They helped out when they could, never staying too long.

Mark and Joe bailed as Cleveland fell to the Sabbat.

Joe eventually felt they had spent enough time moving - it was time to go home. They made their way back to Silver Spring and discovered the Brujah were recovering from a war and their town was under serious threat.

Mark did was he was told to do by Joe until Joe's untimely death at the hands of a Sabbat Lasombra. Since then, the change in Mark has been intense - he's focussed his life on being more like Joe, which means he's started reading more, attempting to be smarter and do more good things for "the cause," as Joe used to call it. He's also trying to continue Joe's initial goal of cleaning up the streets and city, making it safe for the kids, so they don't turn out the way so many of their childhood friends did.

He's also become Primogen, a job Joe always said he would have but Mark never believed.

Mark has since left the city with Paloma DiFranco on some secret mission, no one knows if or when he might return.