Marin/profile

> "*You want me to stop? Then you'll have to come over here and hold me down.*"
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## Marin

* Act.1
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## Personality

One for conversation, they enjoy talking circles around other people. Gotta get your kicks somewhere, and the art of speech is a great way to get ahead in life. Charisma is the stuff of all great politicians and businessmen. Not to say they’re all that charming, they’re really not, but hey, they do know how to talk with an objective in mind. Sociable about any inane thing in the world, and surprisingly sharp about the stuff that does matter. Loud but calculated, Marin doesn’t care one bit if you’re done with the conversation, they’ll just keep carrying on the whole thing solo if they believe they still have something to gain from the moment.

Above all they love to win, everything and everyone has some inherent way of reaping value in their eyes. They’re nothing if not resourceful, and opportunistic without even batting a lash at who it affects. That being said, Marin is a responsible, reliable person and considerably more put-together than they may look. It’s physically impossible for them to shirk their fair share of work, a trait habitually ingrained in their existence. For all their wants, they still bend to the inherent structure of power and authority.

In the same vein, they recognize when they are on top. Such a position comes with immediate exploitation and abuse. They bully, impose their advantage with acerbic force, lay down caustic comments and antagonistic actions. It’s not often they find themself in such a position, so why not relish it all the while?

## Background

The world is made of planes and stratums, social constructs and hierarchies layered upon each other like films of tissue. Harm one of these tangential pieces and the whole body retracts in pain, shifts to reconcile. Yet perhaps something beautiful would come out of it all.

Nothing particularly pretty came out of early life for them. No pearl of wisdom, no treasured lesson. Just a big family, large but incomplete, under one small roof. The oldest of the pack, Marin learned responsibility and structure. Chores, schedules, a self-sufficient lifestyle all rolled up into one eldest sibling to four chaotic brats. Maybe five siblings, counting a childhood friend. From there, life had merely been the same under the unerring passage of time, a day that began at school and ended at closing hour for the family’s oyster stand. After high school graduation it just never really stopped.

Expectations and duty, these planes and stratums, guided Marin’s days. Much like any other structure in this society, the concept of family and their place in it was something they were bound to. All the while they found plenty of entertainment in the place around them, in the person around them. Beau was a close friend, he was just as cunning and willing to get in on whatever plot or plan was at stake. The best of friends a person could ask for. The sort that had been around so long, neither could quite agree just when and where exactly they’d met. Where one individual’s ideas ended, the other’s had only begun, true partners in crime.

Marin’s side hustle was perfectly legal, by all strict accounts. Just ask Beau. It’s multi-level marketing, and you’re free to join of your own volition. And why you ask? Well, maybe they could still shape this world around them into something beautiful. Call it a dream. Nevermind the reasoning behind their eagerness to accept an enigmatic text at base-level trust, hastily pack their bags and prepare a trip up to the Big Apple in a month’s time. Maybe it’s just better not to ask questions altogether, we’re all just trying to get by.

## Trivia

* They are 5’8. 5’9 with their boots on.
* Nonbinary, identifies as androgynous. Only responds to they, them pronouns
* Speaks basic conversational Tagalog, understands more than they can say and is fairly out of practice.
* Carries around a fairly heavy duffel bag, which has a combination lock on it. Contents include an oyster knife, some changes of clothes, and who knows what else. Is also wearing gloves with iron meshing, great for handling rough surfaces.
* The oyster shack their family operates is called Big Greg’s Oyster Hoister. Big Greg of course, being a local legend and a giant albino alligator. Marin thinks maybe Big Greg is due for some rebranding, though.
* Has been cutting and dyeing their own hair for years, is not very artistically inclined and thus looks consistently like they’ve recently emerged from a dumpster. Maybe it’s an aesthetic.
* Sibling’s names from oldest to youngest are Cordelia [17], Ariel [16], Hurley [16], and Brooke [13]. Their parents had a thing for nautical naming schemes.

## Quotes

* > "*Say Something Here*"
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― name & when/to whom