About the only thing known about Marshall is that he was a mortal, breathing Mage. As the rumor goes, he was involved in a cover-up of some kind, and fled to the safety of Clan Tremere for political asylum. He is now Tremere, so the rest as they would say, has been history.

Marshall speaks with an even tempered, flat accent, despite his mortal days being spent in the area of his birth, in Essex England. His limp may be affected or may be an injury suffered during his daylight life.

The Tremere Primogen has been unwavering in his defense of the court in all manners of crisis. He has personally fought against the hordes of Sabbatt, and Anarchs that have threatened the lands. On more then one occasion (that the kindred of the city are aware of) he has fought against otherworldly forces.

Little concern for keeping secret his Magic’s during a time of crisis marks Marshall as a bit of a loose cannon among the most conservative of the warlocks, but it is his greatest strength in defense and in battle. Whatever sway he holds outside of the Silver Thorns Chantry is enough to keep him in his position.

Marshall unsurprisingly is known for widely controlling the entire occult scene in the area. No-one is sure how he manages such a feat, given his duties as Primogen keep him in work most of his time.

Marshall enjoys a position of respect within the court, and has never wavered from his word whence given. He holds esteem and status second only to the prince.