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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 ; ______ ;
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