Marcel is a curious man, though his curiosity often leads him into trouble. He is article writer for a small sports section in the highly regarded paper known as The Graphic, which during the times through the 1800's (in which our intrepid Marcel hails from) was the most read paper at that time.
Although Marcel enjoyed his job of writing about the latest in the sports world, he held a curiosity for much larger things. Those things being anything that reigned from the world of the supernatural. From local tales of gut wrenching monsters, to witches and all that was between. Marcel would often take carriages on late evenings in attempts to find some of these legends for himself.
Knowing the paper was largely read, Marcel began to write small bits in with his articles about the monsters and tales. Despite that nearly doubling the sales in the paper alone, the higher ups slapped a press ban over Marcel to prevent anymore of these..outlandish stories from being told.
When he felt the calling of doing research was far too much for him to hold off, Marcel quit his job at the paper and packed his bags. His intent was purely to become a worldly man, to travel and search for the myths and stories without the bothersome nagging of others.
On an evening in late July, Marcel stumbled across an old woman who had been traveling along a lone dirt path. Something about her compelled Marcel to slow the horse drawn carriage to a crawl beside her. The two struck up a conversation quickly as she began to tell him stories of a place that was filled with many beings. Demons, Witches, Angels and more. This struck his fancy right off the bat as Marcel asked how one would get to such a place as that.
The old woman told Marcel that all he would need to do is step off from his ride and follow the old woman into the clearing that rested in the woods. Too excited to say no, Marcel did just as that. The woman led him to what looked like some sort of cave opening that rested between two large rocks. Curiously, Marcel stepped forward to gander inside, however the old woman had other plans as she quickly snatched the satchel of money from his belt and shoved Marcel inside the opening.
Though it happened quickly, the scene around Marcel changed quickly, the world around him something he had never seen before, though oddly enough it seemed like home to him. The city streets filled with beings, people and creature he had never set his sights on before. Despite the woman shoving him and robbing him..Marcel took a liking to this place already.
Marcel being from the 1800's would be seen in this period style of clothing. Mostly wearing black and white as this was his normal choice of colors and even more what one was expected to wear for his job.
His eyes are a striking hue of emerald green, that when in the sunlight they seem to sparkle like the jewels themselves.
His height is nearly 6'3, though his size matches the height perfectly.
Marcel is a kind, humbled man, though curiosity will often get the best of him.
He is always willing to share any and all that he knows.
Marcel has nothing so far but the clothing on his back and a small pocket watch that was a gift from a young woman he is betrothed to.
My Secrets Are...
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