marius blackthorne. 360 years old. fae. spy for the night court. When you said I taste like sleep, I was dead. When will you step in the room, out of your head? You said that I was bad, that was finе When you said I could be good, I wouldn't have it.
‘ matteo martari, cis man, he/him, 36 / 360 , fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems marius blackthorne has been teleported to the summer court, the spy from the night court is said to be calculating and is said to describe themselves with crooked smirks, blades dripping with blood, deft hands, and kept secrets and with all of this in mind their mischievous nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
general details.
full name: marius blackthorne
nickname(s): the night wraith (his assassin alias)
name meaning: the roman god of war
age: 36 / 360
birth place: the night court
current location: the summer court
species: fae
gender: cis man
pronouns: he/him
sexual orientation: bisexual
occupation: spy / assassin
physical appearance, etc.
faceclaim: matteo martari
hair color and style: light brown + curly
eye color: golden brown
eyesight: killer
height: 6'1
body and build: lanky + athletic
tattoos: he has these thorns inked across his neck and down both arms.
marius' mother, helena, was a very distant relative to the draven family. she had very light duties as a member of the extended family and fell in love with a fae musician. they struggled to have children until marius was finally born when they were much older.
helena passed shortly after marius was born, she fell incredibly weak and was never able to recover. the dravens offered to raise marius at court, however his father (emmett) declined and chose to raise the boy in the blackthorne family village.
emmett blackthorne was murdered when marius was still a young boy during a village raid. marius was hidden beneath the floorboards and didn't come out for days.
the draven family sent soldiers to assess the damage, and they found the young and terrified fae boy hidden in the shadows with a knife clutched in his fist.
marius was brought up in the night court, primarily by the previous spymaster. it was in his youth that he learned how to manipulate nightmares and move skillfully through the darkness.
marius takes his pride in going undetected, able to conceal himself to learn the weaknesses of his enemies before he strikes.
a year ago, marius was tasked with spying on someone aiming to assassinate a member of the court of nightmares. while tracking his mark, marius was found out. he couldn't returned home and had to fake his death to get the target off his trail. it took an entire year for marius to essentially restart the job and finally eliminate the would-be assassin. he's now able to return to the court he has so dutifully served, but he's a bit out of his depth being gone so long.
his friends and family on the court believed him dead, so i'd love to plot all kinds of reunions!!
"careful," marius stepped from the shadows concealing the alleyway behind the marketplace. he lightly bounced the fallen fruit off his foot, catching it in his hand and holding it out with a suggestive smirk. "all this— tourism makes for steep prices," he shrugged. marius had returned home a year after being pronounced dead, only for the night court to have been practically vacated. at least of the people he cared about. marius had wished he could've at least spent a night in his own bed, but just as he started blinking himself to sleep, he found himself waking in the heat of the summer court. and he'd noticed he wasn't the only one largely out of place here. the last days, marius spent slithering into whatever shadows he could find while he searched for old friends and family. a cool breeze passed through the busy square, and marius closed his eyes before letting out a low, satisfied sigh. "feels good, doesn't it?"
