
He didn't have a backstory. No once upon a time, no history of his past, in fact his was lucky to have recollection of any memories. He tried so hard to push all of his past deep down inside him and lock them away. The thoughts of them angered him, saddened him, and overall it was too much emotion for him to handle. Needless to say, he didn't come from a happy background. His anger is driven from those thoughts and things that remind him of them. He wanted nothing to do with who he was before and that's why he drove to Sacrosanct, changed his name, and is determined to start anew.
Today was his first day to actually be out to explore. He knew he needed to get a feel for the streets of the city if he planned on running them. He also needed to make some alliances, and perhaps some enemies. But today was simply to be out and about, to trace his steps, to get lost in the town and have to sniff out his way back home.
That's when he made it to the west side of town, and within a few moments he was at the armory. His snooping around seemed to have him wound up here, causing the man to be on full alert. He didn't know what this was, but it obviously wasn't the best part of town, says the security measures on the windows and doors. He wanted to know exactly what was in that building, curiosity did kill the cat and one day it was bound to kill him.
Climbing the fire escape ladder to the roof, the man hopped on top, and to his luck found several large open windows. With ease of someone who had snuck into many places before, he slid in the open window. He ended up on the catwalk in the rafters, causing him to tread lightly. It was only when he came to the werewolf's bed did he stop and smirk. So it seemed he found a play thing today, "Well, well what do we have here?" His voice was taunting as Spencer wasn't particularly in a nice mood on this night.
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