Bio: Death Drive

Real Name: Marcus Grant

Current alias: Death Drive 

Aliases: DD, Double D 

Alignment: Good 

Affiliation: The Coalition 

Relatives: Deceased 

Base of Operations: Gotham City

Characteristics 

Gender: Male 

Height: 5’11

Weight: 190

Hair: Black

Race: Mixed (African and English decent.)

Status 

Citizenship: Canadian 

Marital Status: Single (Marriage Annulled)

Occupation: None

Education: English Literature Undergrad with a Minor in Classical Mythology 

Early Life

In the shadows he hides, unaided, a stalker of an indescribably even-handedness that fuels him. He is with out penitence, though not bitter and nothing more than a harbinger of retribution. But like all things, this was not truly his ambition, nor his preference. He was ordinary once, filled with hopes and dreams, with notions of the existence of love and happiness. Things as they are now, the name Death Drive where something that would have been alien to the man once known as Marcus Grant. 

Marcus was born 1920, April 13 and the only child of Samantha and Derek Grant. In the beginning, life was simple, Derek was able to avoid The Depression by joining the Canadian Navel Services, which meant that time spent with his son as very limited, but they made the best. Life as a child was wonderful for Marcus; Samantha immersed him in the secret life of the Gods, preferably those whom reside on Mount Olympus. Marcus was engrossed with this imaginary world that would soon become the template to his second stage of his life. 

1938, at the age of 18, after graduating from high school, Marcus enrolled in the University of Toronto. His majors were Mythology and English. He studied with excitement and drew in all and every bit of information he was able to absorb, but in the summer of 38, he met her. She was lying on the grass near the entrance of the school; as if in another world that smile on her face was rather curious to him. As bold as she thought he was, Marcus decided to lay down beside her in an attempt to figure out what she was so enthralled with. After a moment or two, he asked but all she had to say was “nothing.” With growing interest in this peculiar girl he asked for her name…it was Lilly Anna. The two immediately fell in love and also had thoughts of settling down, but Lilly wanted to finish school before all that, and much to Marcus’ dismay, he had no other choice but to do the same. 

1939, the Second World War had begun. Before he could finish his studies and marry Lilly Anna, he was drafted in to the military. Before he disembarked, he and Lilly eloped promising her that he would return…but he never did. 

There was a knock on the door at the apartment that he shared with Lilly. She was in the kitchen preparing a meal before she stopped everything and went to answer the door. With a smile on her face she saw a man dressed in an army uniform standing in front of her, holding a letter. She reluctantly took it from his hand, the anxiety looming in the back of her mind. She felt as if she was floating, everything went silent. All she could hear was a low hum enter her ears. She opened the letter and read tears streaming form her eyes. She looked up at the soldier and forced a smile before she nodded her appreciation and closed the door slowly. As the door closed, she fell back into it, slid down and cradled her self. She cried out for him, whispering his name over and over again, her hand cradling her stomach. 
“I can’t do it on my own…Marcus…” She said as she sobbed quietly. 

The Dark Men… 

“Can you hear me?” The voice of a young woman resonated in side his mind. Everything was still, quite, no motion of sorts. He felt nothing, not even numb. All he could remember was the doors, those immense gigantic steel doors opening up and the smell of the sea salt. But it was over. He felt a slight discomfort penetrating his forehead, and just like that, it was over. And then came the darkness. 
“Power…do you wish it?” The voice echoed again as he hung still in the bitter shade that surrounded him. 
“If you wish it, power…I can provide it for I am death herself…” These were the last words he heard in his mortal from. All he could think about was Lilly, how he desired to get back to her. 
Why was this happening, this discomfort he felt prior, was this the sensation of casualty? No, it couldn’t be, he desired not for this to be true, but it was. Yet he denied it.
“Death is not cretin…you can deny it.” The voice entered his mind. 
“You wish to hold her again, I can grant you this, serve me and it will all become reality.” He felt his head shaking, but what choice did he have? 
“ The worlds as you know it is about to change. You, Marcus Grant will be come a servant of the Hand of Nemesis. I will give you back what you have lost and more…Chose me and I will be your redeemer.”
And it was at this brink, that his life, death, and rebirth had all entwined. So here, he was presented with the ultimate choice, and was at the brink when Goddess of Death, came to him and presented him with an offer, to join her as one of her Dark Men and seek vengeance as she saw fit. This was an opportunity he reluctantly accepted, for you see The Hand of Nemesis, or rather, The Dark Men, are known as the wardens of death. They are an ominous dominance used only in the service of their Goddess Nemesis, and that service is bereavement. Life within this order is obscure and one of isolation, for the power of casualty is a depressing one. To obtain the power of fatality is to become death itself. 

Before he could be sent on his first assignment, he found time, or rather made time to find Lilly. With his limited power, he took to the sky and soared back to his home. He made his way back to her. All he could think about was holding her in his arms, but the reality of things, of time, of everything that he was not permitted to, circumvented his wishes. Time had passed much drastically than he thought. Five years had passed since he was left for dead, and the home that he once shared in love and happiness was no longer his. He projected a part of his consciousness into the room and found her sitting peacefully with a child in her arms and another man sitting next to them. She had moved on… 
It was at this moment that Marcus Grant truly died. He allowed his mind to cipher everything that he had lost, his previous life, Lilly, his family… He created a new persona. Wanting to compare his lose with another omen of death, Thanatos, He took the name Death Drive. Given a vast verity of power, he was now able to manipulate fear, emotion, and the very fabric of time. He became a true Dark Man. But the truth was…she never did. The child was his, a reminder of their love.

The Tides Of Sin…

The roles of the Dark Men were that of demonic assassins. Traveling through different dimension of reality, seeking to destroy those who went against the balanced equilibrium of the dimensions. Death Drive rapidly grew through the ranks as the ultimate soldier, and with age, his powers grew. In is search for the unsurpassed form of assault; actions and reaction become the better part of his life. The harmonious grip of Nemesis’ command over took him, body and soul. He would fall into a miserable hold of her dark arts. This chapter in his life was what he would later call, the Tides of Sin. Mission after mission, he would come back victorious and larger parts of his soul were lost, but that was until one day he took the life of someone that would help come to realize his true “potential.” 

The year was December 3rd 2004, his first assignment in the human world in decades since his death. He was advised that he was to aid a certain mystic individual in his attempts to bring a new order unto the world. Nemesis had not completely invoked her power upon this, first realm of existence the human world. The old religions had become redundant, and these new complex theologies took away any clout, any memory of her existence, and thus she became insubstantial in this world. Death Drive was to be the instrument that she would play in order to reach her desired goals, for his control over her essence in this world surpassed any and all of the Dark Men…this is why she chose him. 

The validity of her actions would soon be brought to light as Death Drive met the mage Faust. Nemesis had put her trust in this man and so would he. It was through the very simple incantations, the rituals that Faust prepared that he began to awaken. What Death Drive did not know, was that he was to become a sacrifice in order to bring Nemesis into the world of man once more. As a willing subject, he would with out doubt fall on the sword for his mistress. But something happened that neither Faust nor Nemesis could have counted on. 

Falling swiftly into the darkness, back into the Tides of Sin, Death Drive began to relive his whole life again. He began to remember that day that he lost his life. Those doors, those gigantic doors once against stood before him, ominously, the smell of sea salt invaded his sense of smell. He was dressed in army fatigue once more, crowed next to other soldiers, he could smell their sweet, heard them vomit with fear before the boat washed up against the shore. Something was oddly different, and he was not sure he could put his finger on it. The doors opened little by little before falling into the water and sand below. Before he could brace himself, He heard the whistling sound a bulled pass by him. The solder just inches away from him was struck dead. His heart skipped a beat as the others pushed passed him, their guns accidently hitting him as he fell to the ground next to the dead solider. He quickly got up to his feet, and as he turned to exit out the boat, it all went black. 

She stood in front of him, The Goddess Nemesis…but something was different, she was not the beautifully serine figure he had come to know, she looked nothing like her. She was more sensual in her motions. She had sort of serpentine seduction to her now. He could not move as she placed her hand on his chest, and before long rested her head against it and looked up at him. 
“Do you recall me?” Her voice was insistent. 
“I will give it back to you and more, my love.” Laughter was evident in her words as she moved 
“I don’t want…” His words rippled with trepidation as he tried to move away from her…pointless, his body did not react. 
“My darling, Thanatos…it is I, Nemesis. I have searched for you, but never did I imagine I would find you here.” She said ecstatically as she held him close. “Although your sway is faint, I will bring you back to life.” She held him closer before pulling his down towards him and whispered into his ear. 
“Power…I shall give you power…” At those words he coughed, the shock in his eyes overshadowed that mounting pain that he was beginning to fill. He coughed again, blood trickled out from his mouth as she pushed him away from her. 
“Lilly.” He whispered as he fell down to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes as he screamed her name once more. Nemesis moved behind him and held him. Her right hand moved up and caressed his face, leaving trails of blood with each tough. 
“I will be the one that you love now…and in time, I shall have my husband back.” 

Before the ceremony could start, he stopped dead in his tracks as his view shifted to Faust. A vial of cobalt and back power surrounded his body. This was the aura of his budding power growing around him as he came to the realization that everything that transpired in the last 60 years was a lie. It was all to bring him to this moment so that Nemesis could do two things with him. He was the vessel that would bring forth the Death God; Thanatos back unto this world and by doing so, Nemesis would be allowed passage through as well. 
“You used me…” He said as the lifted his head to the heavens making contact with Nemesis. 
“You never wanted me… It was never me…only him! You took my life away from me, Lilly, my family…” His rage was increasing, mounting as he began losing control of his power. 
“No, Marcus. I did no such thing…” Nemesis pleaded with him.
“Don’t you dare call me that! You made me think that I had a choice! You made me think that I wanted you to save me.” His voice echoed with disdain. 
“No, I never-“ 
“I was nothing more than your puppet…but not today.” And with that he felt a terrible power wake inside of him. 
“I will never bow down to you again…” The power wafted around his body as he could feel it seeping into the very fabric of reality. Death Drive turned and held his hand out towards the Faust’s alter as a bolt of energy push out of it. The entire room exploded with a fine light of blue and red. He pushed up into the air and soared up high above into the night. He knew that he could not use his power to alter time. She would not let him. He was much too important to her, as he was now, a Dark Man.

Personality

Cool, calm and collected. He speaks in poetic prose that helps retain his brooding self. 

Reputation

Viewed more as rouge by other Heroes for his brooding nature and his inability to group with those he is not acquainted with or has faith in. Death Drive is a self-imposed outcast.


Abilities

Accelerated Healing
Hyper Sensitive Reflexes
Super Human Agility 
Enhanced Strength, 
High Resistance To Injury 
Exceedingly High Pain Tolerance
Psychokinesis
Telekinesis
Limited Force Field Abilities

Weaknesses

Death Drive’s only dominant weakness is emotion. Although not truly immortal, he cannot heal himself if he loses control of himself. 

Paraphernalia

He has two small wings on his back that help him glide and fly and a communicator built into his mask so that he can keep in touch with his team