NAME
In name he was born to the world as Marat Isidore de Cabrol, it is in life however he sheds the honorifics of his forefathers, Marat. A single name that drunkenly stumbles beyond the crooked gates that keep his thoughts at bay—Marat, oh Marat! It is in his nature as well to offer a stranger a mere epithet, a sleight of hand developed by the apex of his wine adorned tongue, a mysterious entity he keeps the name of his kith and kin largely to himself until a relationship proves to be more than fleeting.
DESIGN
An evening roost, the darkened feathers of the Raven rest atop a taupe glow, enmeshed and unruly the birds often times find their nest unkempt. It is the ashen gape, the cinereous stare that rests and scans with an almost uncanny perception of things as they develop, even insightful enough to catch sight of gears merely beginning their twists. A frame of an average height, eight paces above the fifth foot, and a build slender almost frail, Marat is of a willowy nature.
AMITY
It is natural for one with adoration for vagrancy to acquire a list of contacts, a book of names that he can depend upon regardless of station; it is no different for Marat as a single composition is carried with him for such a purpose. They aren’t his friends, nor does the man particularly care for them, he does however care for the secrets of his they keep and the services they are willing to offer in exchange for his tongue to be stilled on their own.
Yet, one face and one person is a continuous influence on his life, her name is Charlotte Gaultier and she has the misfortune of being his friend. A meeting left by chance as she happened upon the man when he was wounded, crippled in a chilled tub after an encounter with a face and figure unseen. Had the girl, hardly into her fourteenth year, had known the nature of the man; she would have finished the task left undone and left the man to his bath.
A chaste platonic to the outward appearance, the man has several times before broken such a moral system and as such created a forceful dependency that is purely one-sided. ‘Keeper’ is the designation granted to him by the youth, while he makes note of her only when asked, seemingly otherwise uncaring or unwilling to mention her. How unfortunate their friendship is for poor Charlotte.
TRINKETS
A man concerned with the life of a vagrant has little need for the material possessions that typically interest those of a more settled nature, a home kept is full of things that he doesn’t need nor want yet they were gained simply because they were the normal for a man of his social level. It is what he carries that he cares the most about, a suit tailored and formal, usually ornamented with the dust of his travels and worn clumsily. Topped with a hat of sorts, though Marat favors the fedora most of all, he merely moves in the attire he feels at home in, if there was ever such a feeling.
It is the contents of his pockets that sometimes perplex those he has encountered, a piece of chalk, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes and a dozen of other oddities are well within the normal. On a daily basis however, they shift, from one venture to the next what he has neatly tucked away is not always known; to himself or to his peers for that matter.
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