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Marcellin


The Sweetheart Celinox
Owner: Thespian

Age: 7 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: April 21st, 2016

Adopted: 7 years, 11 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: April 21st, 2016

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 0/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


profile by Thespian || background from colourlovers

◄ cinnamon roll

I'm a man, a man of simple pleasures
I got all I need, so give me whiskey measures
With dyslexic eyes I'm seeing very clearly
By the way, I'm on my way
But all of my life, I've been treated like a fool
But I'm no one's fool

Here I go once again trying hard to pretend
There's a future in your man made rules
I'll be governed by the road, get to shed this heavy load
I see no future, so leave me alone in the past
(man of simple pleasures - kasabian)

marcellin is a liar cheater opportunist drug dealer precious cinnamon roll who can do no harm
and who finds it easier to just live in his own little world rather than facing reality

subeta pls give me a bicycle item for my son's tc i'm begging you ; ______ ;

story notes

SO MANY STORIES WOW

when he hit 18 and was drafted marcellin decided he wasn't having any of that, so he jumped on the first train he could find and decided to run away. he didn't really leave anything behind though, seeing as his neglectful adoptive parents never really cared about him, and aside from a small group of friends all his other acquaintances scoffed at him and thought him an idiot. and from then on it's shenanigan after shenanigan

marcellin is an incredible liar. actually he's such a good liar he sometimes even forgets he's lying but hey you know what they say, the best lies are the ones you yourself end up believing. mostly he uses this to get around police checks by pretending to be a university student. marcellin's charismatic and comes off as innocent, so despite never having any documents with him he never attracts too much suspicion. also he's quite manipulative, especially when it comes to guilt-tripping, which he does often when he needs work or money or a place to stay the night or just about anything really

the jobs marcellin takes are all simple contract-less tasks, such as a delivery man or factory worker. if desperate he'll also do some manual labor such as on farms but he's really not that strong and avoids it. besides he eventually winds up meeting some rather shady individuals who employ him as a delivery man for illegal stuff, ranging all the way from foreign/uncensored newspapers to hard drugs. and marcellin does all this without batting an eye or questioning whether it's right or wrong. he has this amazing ability to just kinda switch off his conscience, or more precisely, convince himself that whatever he's doing is excused. marcellin has also convinced himself that he is not running away from the draft, he calls himself a traveler

if he could however, marcellin would much rather live an "honest" life. traveling the world is his dream, he especially wants to fly someday. in a way all the running away he does satisfies his wanderlust though?? marcellin is a simple man, he just likes cycling through fields and walking on beaches and stuff. and did i mention marcellin is also a hardcore optimist and not in the good way, he literally just ignores anything he wants ("there's a war going on? well, i had no idea") and pretends the world is a wonderful place with no wrongs, and that all problems can be solved by just leaving the situation. he's also incredibly lazy and sleeps around a lot. no that wasn't really a joke actually marcellin eventually gets the reputation for being a bit of a player and sleeps with... quite a few people. interestingly enough though he's never too into it, and just uses relationships to get something

when he doesn't have the money for trains (his preferred method of transportation) or thinks he might get stopped by police, marcellin cycles everywhere with this ugly as sin old military bike he got almost for free. looks terrible but hey it gets the job done. sometimes people joke about how precious it is to him and while on the surface marcellin laughs with them, internally it really upsets him. actually anytime someone makes fun of him, even if in jest, marcellin gets flustered and uncomfortable
despite being pretty conventionally attractive, marcellin is extremely self-conscious and insecure about his appearance. especially his caved in chest (re: why he never wears tight shirts) and big bony hands

my fingers hurt from all this typing but anyway at last marcellin mixes with the wrong crowd, thinking they are no big deal BUT it turns out this group of self-proclaimed "revolutionaries" is serious and commit homicide, killing an influential parliamentary, schwartz (whose death is also mentioned in soren and claude's stories). marcellin returns to greylake afraid that he might be linked to the killing somehow and once there reunites with an old friend he hasn't seen in like 6-7 years and who is super angry about him disappearing, but at the end forgives him and helps him hide

the art of chasing invisible kites ►

Thunder groaned in the distance. The sickly invisible rain had grown into a thick cascade-like, vertical downpour. Marcellin blinked raindrops out of his eyes. The drops that fell on the hood of his rain cloak echoed in his ears. At least there was no wind, he thought. The country road was only partially paved; sometimes the front tire of his bicycle would fall into a muddy pit. Marcellin pedaled with care. Many of the streetlights were either turned off or broken. Clouds covered the moon and stars. The bicycle's own front lamp was dim, as the batteries inched towards their final breath. The drenched cloaked figured pedaled in near darkness.

"Halt!"

Marcellin had not realized how loud the rain was until the man before him spoke. He followed the order and halted the bicycle. Once he realized how faint the man's voice sounded, Marcellin removed the cloak's hood. The coldness that greeted him dug into his scalp, sending inappreciable tremors through his body.

"What are you doing out here at this time comrade?"

In the dimness of the bicycle's light, Marcellin recognized the grey uniform country officers wore. The man stared at him, dumbstruck. Marcellin felt the rain sliding on the bridge of his nose and falling off to his lips.

"I'm pedaling sir."

The thunder in the distance drew nearer, and Marcellin had to raise his voice to be heard above the elements. The officer's expression turned scornful.
"I can see that."
The man looked westwards, towards the thunder's source, then back at Marcellin.
"That thing," he raised an eyebrow at the rusty, military-esque bicycle, "is going to attract lightning. You'll get fried comrade."

Marcellin looked upwards, squinting to minimize the amount of rain that obstructed his vision.
"What lightning sir? I don't see any."
Truthfully he did not. Although every fibre of his being urged him to make an excuse and pedal onwards, Marcellin also did not want to appear disrespectful. Besides the officer seemed unnaturally relaxed. Marcellin only hoped he was not one of the chatty ones.

"Say comrade, where are you going?"
Marcellin's hope for a quick return to his journey vanished. The officer stood comfortably under his umbrella. With a small forced smile, Marcellin decided to humour him. Between angering police and getting soaked, he undoubtedly preferred the latter.

"I'm going to Verin to visit my aunt, sir. She's very sick and needs a specific medicine I can only buy in Longbridge."
As he spoke Marcellin rummaged through the mental catalogue of fake people, trying to decide which story to use. The officer's face lit up happily.
"Oh Verin! Verin is my hometown you known. What's your aunt's name? Perhaps I know her."
The rain that had already completely soaked him was not enough to wash the faux smile off of Marcellin's face. He cursed his bad luck.

"Penelope Blanche."
The officer blinked in an obvious display of thoughtfulness. Marcellin only prayed that his bluffing smile was enough. Inventing more stories to patch up holes in pre-existing ones had never posed a problem, but the rainy and cold night drained his energy. At last the officer jumped slightly.
"Oh Mrs Blanche! Yes I know her!"
That was not the first time Marcellin's confidence instilled fake memories in people. The thunder crept closer.

"What a good nephew." The man seemingly spoke to himself. "This rain isn't going to lift comrade. Why don't you go back? There's a hostel some three hundred meters away." The officer pointed at the direction Marcellin had come from. Still smiling with a stiff politeness, Marcellin shook his head.

"Thank you for the directions sir, but I need to reach Verin before dawn. Aunt Penelope really needs her medicine."
The officer frowned slightly, once more turning towards the source of the thunder.
"Well, if it is urgent I suppose there's nothing I can do. It gets awful lonely out here at night you know. Not a soul comes by anymore!" He smiled, revealing a lack of teeth. "I'm always more than glad to meet a fellow countryman. Here."
As Marcellin stood still under the pouring rain, the officer pulled a pack of cigarettes from his trousers' pocket. He carefully shielded it with his hand while handing it to Marcellin.
"I got them on the black market, you know? Legal ones cost too much nowadays. They're a rarity."

After placing the gift in the safety of his impermeable bag, Marcellin thanked the man and started pedalling away. Once more wearing his cloak's hood, the officer's voice became distant and anamorphic. Marcellin could only make out another warning about lightning and, as if jinxed, once the man had spoken lightning started breaking through the sky.

Pet Treasure


Subetan Cycling Routes

Hippie Rose-Tinted Shades

Pink Traveling Postcard

Subeta Traveler Suitcase

Book of Ticket Stubs

Old Travel Ticket

Plumes of Rose Train Smoke

Red Travel Suitcase

Dawn of the First Day

Mini Dessert Croissant

Bag of Mini Blueberry Biscotti

Royal Bearded Iris

Black and White Vaycay Camera

Permanence of Recollection Souvenir Print

Battered Instant Camera

Scenic Lakeside Postcards

Saheric Gull

Beachcomber Satchel

Beachcomber Bicycle Basket

Well-Loved Beach Journal

Idyllic Seascape

Sunrise Beach Plate

Clawsion Paw Shell

Triton Shell

Fox Shell

Tudicla Shell

Clam Shell

Kitschy Glass Beach Souvenir

Rooftop Pool Photos

Ancient Stone Lamp

Purple Gladiola

Arctic Sunset Snow Globe Souvenir

Seashell Wind Chime

Strawberry Gin Cocktail

Ocean Cave Bottle

Flowering Sweet Pea Seeds

Delphi Cherry Limeade Smoothie

Strawberry Gelato

Bottled Rose

Peach Bearded Iris

Strawberry Gear Spritzer

Delphi Dunes Scouting Gear

Vanilla Lavender Bubbly Fusion

Billowy Rose Train Smoke

Survival Bundle of Tulips

Bubbly RasBlu Tonic

Veta Mountains Suncatcher

Dapper So Virgil Shirt

Gnomeli Travel Bindle

Bottled Sunset Sand

Rose Tart

Garnet Oak Branch Trinket

Jug of Strawberry Lemon Mint Cocktail

Flower Bath Token

Delish Observe Gift

Farm Direct Preserves

Veta Market Tartlet and Tea

Sunbird Flower Stem

Wrapped Wine Gift

Coral Flower Sprig

Lost Poetry Page

Woven Bag

Nature Walk Brochure

Greyhound

Cherry Cake Bumbuswax Candle

Cherrium Blossodid

Cooling Sorbet

Woven Fabric Basket

Boardwalk Postcard

Fresh Vesnali Strawberry Lemonade

Love Letter with Pressed Flowers

Yellow Oleander

Starstruck Melon Cocktail

Red Tinted Lenses

Cutesy Bakery Photo

Orchid Mantis Cheesecake

Iridescent Beach Sand

Treasured Photos

Peka Regional Champagne

Faded Photograph

Lovely Painted Vase

Dreamlight Tea

Leftover Sugared Almonds

Pile of Travel Magazines

Sweet Winter Floral Arrangement

Lavender Iced Tea

Landscapes

Painted Owl Rock

Delish Sea Glass Tonic

White Periwinkle

Beach Run Water Bottle

Mathis Mountain Retreat Photo

Vanity Quick Sweater

Soothing Petal Cocktail

Snowrose Garland

Seasonal Garden Tickets

Fallen Dogwood Blossoms

Hand Drawn Map

Bow-E Panacea Wooden Bird

Parkstroller Satchel

Raspberry Toffee Chocolate Bar

Subeta Landmarks Photo Album

Bow-E Peyote Linen Shirt

Marbled Dark Chocolate Fudge

Overflowing Basket of Flowers

Bike Inner Tube

Portable Bike Pump

D Lock

Autumn Spice Scarf

Old Key

Black Soft Boots

Graceful Floral Arrangement

Wizardly Adventures

Homemade Feeder

Small Town Gazebo

See the Forest Sweater

Fancy Garden Ticket

Dryadic Dove

Floating Candle Lights

Palmier Zentu Ear Pastry

Maple Leaf Cookies

Tattered Map

Sweet Petal Tea

Gold Flake Cake Slice

Potted Lily of the Valley

Sweet Chamomile Infused Water

Park Map and Nature Guide

Wet Photograph

Box of Old Postcards

Floral Arrangement Equipment

Waterfall Statue

Tent Assembly Guide

Heart-Shaped Leaf

Carved Stone Lovebirds

Shadowglen Regional Champagne

Wild Clover

Travel Anywhere: World Edition

Pastel Box of Macarons

Lantern of the Final Night

Bundle of Forget-Me-Not Seeds

Astral Bloom

Gilded Seashell

Sunset Fireflies Photographs

Autumn Photo Book

Persimmon Smoothie

Plain Cinnamon Roll

Ocean Light Bottle

Winter Wonderland Trail Mix

Nasturtium Infused Oil

Starbright Citrus

Dried Orange Slices

Scattered Autumn Leaves

Persimmons

Autumn Night Candles

Autumnal Cinnamon Milk

Maple Pumpkin Pull Apart Bread

Autumn Quilt Wrap

Soft Caramel Candies

Tsoureki

Veta Market Fresh Honey

Garlic Bread Cone

Wedding Inspiration Photos

Veta Market Artisan Bread Loaf

Perfect Cheeseboard

Lonely Pinecone

Chestnuts

Warm Saheric Mosaic Lantern

Box of Dried Chrysanthemum Buds

Honeydew Cocktail

Small Yellow Flowers

Jug of Citrus Medley Cocktail

Strawberry Lemonade Cake Bars

Experimental Blooming Tea

Comice Pear

Riverside Valley Honey

Happy News Story Clippings

Fresh Vesnali Honeycomb

Lemon Fruit Jelly Candy

Lemonade and Mint Infused Water

Peach Crush

Delish Forever Faded Photograph

Rosewater Champagne

Frilled Rose Train Smoke

Loony High Tops

Burgundy Knitted Button Sweater

Cherry

Sweet Legeica Blooming Tea

Raspberry Lemon Iced Tea

Raspberry Panna Cotta

Tundra Berries

Ruby-Eyed Ceramic Koi

Autumn Spice Potpourri

Strawberry

Yangmei

Strawberry Cordial

Deep Pink Peony

Cranberry Winter Patterned Sweater

Fairy House Souvenir

Snow Covered Branch

Snow Globe Lantern

Berry Infusion Cocktail

Blue Babble Flower

Seafoam Plumeria Blossom

Turquoise Melon

Pet Friends


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