In human form, Marcus Greyson is a stunningly gorgeous chunk of male flesh; standing just a few inches above the average, with a powerful physique that seems to exude the raw essence of manliness, shoulder-length dark hair with just enough of a wave to it that it seems to flirt with even the slightest breeze, dark green eyes that glitter with warmth and mischief, and a smile that seems to switch the hormones of anyone attracted to males into overdrive. He has a fantastic sense of style, as well, picking out his clothing to accent his looks just right, augmenting them without making it obvious. If he were anyone else, he would be the ideal man for a great many people.
Unfortunately for Marcus, he is descended from a very long and pedigreed line of werewolves known for their power, ferocity, and tenacity; first-born of his generation, he was expected to be the pride of the pack, just as his father was - at least until he reached puberty, and accomplished his first change. No one is quite certain why, but Marcus is not the massive, muscular, dark-furred timber wolf he was supposed to be.
No, in his canine form, Marcus is a bright pink poodle. All things considered, he is quite a handsome and attractive poodle. Strong for a dog of his size and far more agile than his packmates due to his smaller form and much lighter build, he’s really rather well-off. It’s just that, well, he’s a poodle. It’s quite a shameful thing, as far as his pack is concerned, and they really rather wish they could pretend he didn’t exist - but enough hooplah and fanfare was made about his birth and his coming-of-age ceremony that his existence is rather well-known among the other packs and even some non-werewolves.