As a note, though, his looks will be different and described below this is just "typically" what he wears
Though considered by many "normals" to be a curse, a monster who stalked the nights of the full moon and by some accounts, a violent slaughterer of the innocents; there were a few benefits to being an otherwise lawful abiding werewolf. for example, Marcus Owens worked with the police department and had done so for the past three years. When his extraordinary abilities came to light, he'd been transferred into the Special Investigation Unit; a unit which solved, or tried to, cases that normal cops couldn't even begin to understand. Everyone who worked there went through an awkward phase, where they both go acquainted with their new partners and still had some old normal friends who just didn't quite understand why the theft of some dusty old book at a rundown used book store but cause harm to the entire city.
For a werewolf, Marcus was built muscularly, the enhanced strength giving rise to numerous rumors that he "juiced" himself, which were utterly false. His dark brown hair was kept just a little longer than normal, which was accepted in the unit because of the particular persons who worked there. Additionally, try as he might, it always appeared as though he'd never actually shaved, which was also accepted. Like all other officers, Marcus carried the badge and gun; however his badge was more gold than silver. Rumor had it, that everyone in the Special Investigation Unit had something modified about the typical gear a police officer or detective might carry. He dove an unmarked gray sedan with a light that he could stick on his dashboard and his mirrors were jsut a little bigger than other cars, it was obviously a police car Most days, whether out in the field or behind his desk he wore a suit. he had several, completely with ties and shoes and belts to go with them. But, some of the time, he jsut wore a collared shirt and tied, no coat at all. it all depended on where he was going that day.
As eh got behind the wheel of his car that morning, Marcus had plenty to think about. Today, he was getting a new partner. he closed his door, started the car, and began the drive into work form his small house in the suburbs. The job was dangerous, but, it paid well. As he drove, and idle listened to the reports of where this car was on the police scanner, he reflected on his time with the unit and some of the cases he'd already solved.
Because of his increased strength, and healing, he'd worked the Violent Crimes section; dealing with armed, and unarmed robberies of magic items. he'd dealt with a crazy revel coven of witches, and even broken up an illegal fighting ring by going undercover. he'd handled some pretty rough stuff. Through it all, Janet had been there. Janet, his first partner, had been a ghost, quite literally. She was all too happy to be his eyes and ears when big things were about to happen and Marcus gave her due credit when they'd solved cases together. As for what she looked like, he could never have answered, becuase he'd never actually seen her human form. then one day, she was gone.
The word around the unit, from those who knew more about ghosts and spirits than he did, was that she'd finally "crossed over" intothe light of a peaceful rest...whatever that meant. When he asked why the other spirits hadn't done the same; they gave, to him anyway, vage answers about their life's purpose not being fulfilled yet and waiting until that task was complete. Then, they too would cross over as Janet had done. But, the ugly truth was tat marcus had not yet accepted it. In his mind, she was jsut...gone. Gone somewhere else and he was determined to find her. Whatever it took.
Granted, it had been only two, maybe three days since she'd officially "Crossed over" but that meant a new partner for him. Because, the rest of the Unit was afraid of what he might do if they allowed him to imply start working on his own. They were afraid he'd start tearing every head off who might know something about where'd she gone to and that this might lead to more destruction and harm to current, ongoing operations.
Rounding the last few turns into the underground parking garage, Marcus wondered who this new partner might be...and what he or she might be. He knew that there was little send to making the "I work better alone" argument to the Captain in charge; a changing who loved to take on the form of the "leaders" of a pack of werewolves or a coven of witches to make his points crystal clear. Though it may have been nothing more than an appearance, it was still frightening. He parked, got out of his car, and rode the elevator up to the main floor where the unit's offices were held.
Marcus sat down at his desk and pretended to be interested in the files piled on it. But the troth was that he couldn't help but stare at the empty desk across from his his. He expected to hear Janet's voice again, to see the chair move, but it wouldn't. Someone else, someone new would take her place. Was he ready?