#moirai!marvin

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oh my. i am once again presenting you all with my son, my pride and joy, my disaster hermit, my shining star in the night sky...Marius..........Mars.

drawn by the amazing @beatorizmuu like holy shit, my boi has never looked so good and i am so grateful for your art i love it

this is his Act 2 design btw, Charlie fixed up his mask quite nicely i must say.

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tv: the young man is currently continuing to ascend, he's managed to climb up about five or six stories up the building-

henrik: *scoffs* why are there reckless idiots out so early... *sips coffee*

tv: *shows jackie climbing a building*

marvin: *spits his apple juice* oh sHIT that's OUR idiot-

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thought i’d post all the bois together! i love them all so much, i never thought i could put so much love and work into anything, and i cant wait to write whatever i can about their story. to those who are along for the ride, thank you so much, i probably wouldn’t put so much work into this if i was just yelling into a void <3

and again, thank you @blackberry-s0da​ for putting up with me and doing them all, i couldn’t have asked for better designs.

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sooooooo things got wild in the marvinverse and now we're all obsessed with each other's marvs, whoopsies~

the lovely @vaporwavepan drew my disaster hermit... still calling him Mars in my mind hehe... thank you dear 💜

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Renard (Ollie and Mars’ fusion)

art by @tabbynerdicat

Appearance

black fennec fox mask

mars’ facial scars

one green eye, one yellow eye, kitty pupils

lightning-like marks all over his body

super long hair, lime green strands that fade to dark green

he has a CAPE. because FUCK YOU capes are cool

Character

ollie’s energy and enthusiasm + mars’ inner dorkiness and curiosity?

you obtain one (1) peak dumbass

never thought about any decision he’s ever made

would try everything. e v e r y t h i n g

talks a mile a minute

zappy boi! he has electrokinesis and is super fast

dances under the moonlight on top of buildings

a modern day robin hood

chaotic good

How he came to be

ollie wanted to know how it feels to have magic

so mars goes aight

but he's a dumbass so it doesn't go that way

and boom it makes them fuse

"I- what? this wasnt supposed to- haha, everything is so tingly- this was a mistake. no! I- you- not a mistake, no, never with you- me? who am I...?"

and then he just looks up at the moonlight and smiles and laughs in elation

because god damn it feels good to be alive

someone: *gets mugged* ren: *drops on the bad guy and sends him flying with an electrified punch* gET FUCKED someone: w-who are you?? ren: ren: *smiles* I HAVE NO IDEA :D (and then he jumps out of the alley like a fucking ninja)

the first night he exists, he steals from rich assholes to give to the homeless

he does the laser scene from Ocean’s Twelve

he only does it this time though, because he’s so hyper and not thinking at all

also ollie feels super guilty afterwards, because Stealing is Bad™ 

nobody: not a single soul: ren: IM GONNA COMMIT CRIMES… FOR THE GREATER GOOD! :D

(after he comes home at the mansion) cecil: cecil: i am not responsible for your rehab after you both come down from this. ren: I DON’T GIVE A SHIT LMAO ren: *unfuses* mars: *magically drained and needs a nap* ollie: *hyperactive and a little power-addicted* ollie: CAN WE DO THAT AGAIN mars: hhhnnnn no gimme five mmminutes- *passes out*

they were up running like a headless chicken all night

so of course ollie is more used to this kind of exercice

 but mars is like "EVERYTHING HURTS AND I WANT DEATH"

mars: man am i outta shape cecil: as i have been telling you for the past ten years- mars: SHUT-

(ten years ago) cecil: eat your vegetables so you can grow big and strong mars: fuck that I want pancakes (now) mars: why don’t I have muscles??

ren: wHAT IS THIS FEELING OF POWER AND DRIVE ren: IVE NEVER KNOWN ren: I FEEL ALIV- cecil: *from the basement* shut the FUCK up im doing important experiments! ren: aw, you love me! cecil: I despise your existence. ren: awwwww Hennnn you miss them! Marv and Jackie will be back soon! cecil: oh my fucking god I wish I was dead aster: i could arrange that >:D dave: now anti we talked about this, sometimes people say they want death but they don’t mean it cecil: i mean it dave: ceec nO-

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Moirai | a JSE AU

Character sheet: Marvin De Magnissac-Ó'Caitáin

art by the amazing @blackberry-s0da

Appearance

golden cat eyes

long brown hair, messy bun

he cuts it himself. it a mess

pale af

those eyebags are gucci

tall child! 6’1’’

kinda lanky, never worked out a day in his life-

dresses like an art school student

he wears SAROUEL PANTS for fuck’s sake-

glasses!! big round rimless glasses!! soft!!!!

does his own nails sometimes

the upper side of his face has burn scars all over

wears masks to hide the scars, cat one is the one he wears most often

has a cat mask, a deer mask and an owl mask, completely black and bare

Character

23 years old

reaaaal powerful magic

rich boi

irish/french descent, irish accent

speaks fluent gaelic and french

can play the piano AND the violin

a bookworm, quite serious

pyrophobia

“hey, nice mask!” “it’s a prosthetic.” “...oh.”

(it’s not that bad really, he’s just really self-conscious about it)

his mask is a comfort to him. if someone tries to touch it he’ll shy away, if someone takes it off he’ll lose his shit

he was cooped up his whole life and almost never went out, so his social life/skills are nonexistent

a hermit and a huge nerd

disaster gay

"hOw do i tALK TO PEOPLE HELP-”

has three cats he rescued himself: Spades, Jasper and Poppy

has a huge greenhouse linked to the main building of his mansion

likes gardening a lot, whether it’s for his craft, for cooking or just because he likes seeing plants flourish

Backstory (pre-canon)

he was born with cat eyes, the physical representation of his extremely potent magic

parents were freaked out, and hid him away during his whole childhood

his dad basically ignored him, and his mom had this whole act going on, she was afraid of him and his powers but hid it under fake motherly love

“you know I love you, right? i would do anything for you.” “really? then why can’t I go outside?” “you’re so cute, I don’t want other people to see you...”

had no control over his powers as a baby, would wreak havoc around him

growing up, his emotions would trigger his powers. it’s better now, but extreme anger or distress still makes him lose control

he burned his face when he lost control once, hence the scars and the pyrophobia

now he’s convinced he’s a hazard to everyone

he’s not afraid to leave the property because he fears the outside world, he’s afraid because he thinks he’ll hurt people

his parents are famous fashion designers, both come from aristocratic families

they’re super rich and travel the world and send him a ridiculous amount of money every month

they say it’s for work but the real reason is that they couldn’t deal with having a “freak” as a son but couldn’t abandon him without getting bad PR

so instead they just took their distance and left him to live in a big-ass mansion by himself as soon as he was old enough (10 years old)

they dont really care what he does. last time they called him was when he was 13

last time they sent him a birthday card was when he was 18

since he was basically ignored his whole life by his dad before they both left him in the mansion alone, the only steady adult and source of human interaction in his life was his MANY tutors and... Henrik, the family doctor

he's one of the reasons why marv acts gruff and cold, he picked it up from the doc

since he has money and home, he doesn’t need a job, so he just stays cooped up in the property and almost never leaves, he orders his food and groceries to be delivered to him

he tries to use his natural magic as little as possible, (hello trauma my old friend) so he still has flimsy control over it

instead he dabbles into wicca and the occult to do stuff

BUT ONE DAY

the money stops coming

he tries to call his parents to ask what’s going on, but the number they gave him long ago is dead

looks like they finally got tired and went dark on him

he won’t be homeless since the mansion isn’t a rent, but he still gotta pay for food and water and electricity and shit

so he’s at a loss at what to do

that’s when Jackie first crashes into his life...

@tabbynerdicat @lilakennedy thought you guys might like him~ @immabethehero @bupine

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young marv: frick

henrik: jesus fucking christ watch your goddamn language you little shit

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Timeline: near the end of Act 4: Separation

Warnings: mentions of abuse, accidental choking

“Mars?”

Cecil gave the door a tentative push; it was unlocked, to his surprise. He stepped into the darkened room and grimaced at the musty smell -though after being closed for so long, the doctor should have expected as such. His eyes glided over piles of dusty books, half-emptied takeout boxes and unwashed clothes thrown around haphazardly before settling on the faint outline of a human body curled up in a bed. He pursed his lips and took another step forward. “Mars-”

“Go away.”

The voice was frail, frailer than Cecil ever remembered it being. It was straining under weeks of underuse, weak and gravelly. He didn’t let that deter him. “Mars, you cannot keep this up. It’s been weeks.”

“M’fine. Go away.”

“You are most certainly not fine, and I’m not leaving until you let me help you.”

The ruffling of fabric. A beat. “...I don’t need help. I need to be alone. Can you respect that?” Mars croaked out, a harsh edge creeping into his apathetic tone.

Cecil shook his head, impatience written all over his face. “You are in no condition to assess whether you need help or not! Gottverdammt, how long has it been since the last time you slept? Or ate?”

He raised his hand, as if to intercept an expected remark. “Und I don’t mean those dreaded protein bars or energy drinks, I mean a proper meal. Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch you waste away like this?”

“What if I want to?”

Cecil stopped, heart skipping a beat; Mars had rolled on his other side and was now facing him, his yellow, slitted eyes glowing dimly in the darkness. Henrik could faintly make out the pink, uneven surface of his facial scars. Uncovered.

He wasn’t wearing his glasses. Or his mask. The doctor’s head spun; Mars always wore his mask. If he hadn’t even bothered to put it on, if he hadn’t even had the energy to do something that was like breathing to him… then the situation was even worse than he had imagined.

“What if this is what I want? What of it?” the young man continued.

“You cannot possibly be serious.”

Mars’ outline rose up on the bed. “That what you think?” he hissed, eyes glowing brighter in his agitation. “You’re probably right. The doc always knows best, right? Because you of all people would know what’s best for me, right?”

The German’s brow furrowed; he didn’t like where this conversation was heading. “This isn’t about me.”

Mars blinked, the yellow orbs disappearing for less than a second. Then he started laughing.

It was bitter, devoid of any mirth. It rose in pitch and volume until the younger man was howling, body seizing up and spasming under the eyes of an increasingly disturbed Cecil.

“Oh, isn’t it now?” Mars managed to utter, still wracked with manic chuckles. “Don’t give me that horseshit. Everything’s always about you, what you want, what you don’t want. Don’t expect me to believe you’re starting to care now.”

“Do you even hear yourself? I have been looking after you for more than fifteen years, you duncauf! How could you possibly think-”

“Shut up!”

 Cecil choked on his own words, as he could no longer breathe. As soon as Mars had screamed, the broken words cutting right at Cecil’s very soul, it was like a ball of lead had lodged itself in his throat. He stared at the other, panic rising in his chest; Mars was getting up, yellow eyes boring into him, their intensity lighting up the usually hidden features. They were twisted in a sneer. “You don’t. Get to tell me. How I fucking feel.”

The taller man gestured angrily, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. “You don’t get to come here, acting all high and mighty, and tell me how to deal with my problems! Wanna know why?”

Cecil went stiff. He knew what was coming. He could feel it, along with an increasing pressure on his chest and the faint tingle of magic in the air. After years and years of dreaded silence, this was the moment where his failures finally caught up to him.

Mars approached him, still looming over him despite his hunched over posture. His footing was unsteady, his balance off, but he moved with purpose, animated by feverish rage. He stopped abruptly, his face just a few inches away from the older man’s. His tired, bloodshot eyes peered into grey, wide ones.

 “You’re not my fucking father.”

 Cecil’s blood ran cold. Mars pulled back, straightening up to glare down at him. “You’ve made that very clear. Remember?”

The doctor screwed his eyes shut, grimacing in pain. He still couldn’t breathe. Unwanted memories rose to the surface, regret and anguish filling his mouth with ash.

“Did you ever even care about me at all?” Mars continued, relentless. “Or were you just sticking around because you felt sorry for me?”

Cecil strained against whatever was blocking his airways. “That’s,” he managed to wheeze, “That’s not-”

“Well guess what? I don’t want your pity.” the young man cut him off. His hands were now clenched at his sides, purple streaks of magic slowly coming to life around his arms.  The room was now lit up like a nightclub, and the German could now see Mars’s lanky form in its entirety.

He looked even thinner than usual, dressed in a dark green hoodie and black pajama bottoms. His cheeks were hollow, his long brown hair greasy and tangled, his eyes rimmed in red and black, making the scarring around them stand out even more. Even in his anger, he was swaying, trembling, struggling to keep himself upright, probably from the exhaustion and malnourishment.

Still, he kept boring holes into Cecil’s skull. “I don’t want it! Even after that day, a part of me thought you cared. Well, big fucking news, my real father never gave a shit about me, the freak he wished was never born. So why would you?”

He let out a broken sound, not quite a laugh, not quite a sob. Something that screamed despair. “I was stupid. So stupid. I t-thought you- and you just- f-fucking walked away…”

Darkness was starting to creep in Henrik’s vision. His throat and lungs burned. His world was spinning. Air, he needed air-

“I had nothing!” Mars’ voice kept hammering, growing more and more frantic with each sentence, cracking under the strain. “Nobody to trust. Nobody to talk to. Nobody that cared. I only had you, Doc, fuck- and you left. Just like they did. And when you came back, it was like nothing had happened at all.  I fucking died that day, you hear me?! I've been dead for years, stuck in this- golden cage! Do you know how fucking close I got to- Doc?”

Cecil could no longer see. His ears were ringing, drowning out the other’s voice. He couldn’t remember when he had fallen to his knees, or when he has started to claw at his throat.

“Doc? What are you- oh. Oh god. Oh god, no, please no, not again, not again no no no no no why is it not stopping, pourquoi ?! Arrête ! Pars pas putain, me laisse pas seul-”

He was lying on his side, writhing, desperately trying to draw in air. He could feel his blind eyes rolling back into his skull, his consciousness fading… His limbs felt so heavy, so very very heavy...

And then, just like that, it was over.

The pressure on his body disappeared and his trachea opened up. Cecil gasped loudly, gulping down precious oxygen like a drowning man as he rolled over on the carpet and got on his knees, coughing and wheezing all the while. His sight returned, blurry and spotty, and after a few seconds of coming back to himself, Cecil looked up.

Mars was staring down at him, his expression frozen in horror. Bright golden eyes widened in shock, mouth gaping silently, he looked like he’d just witnessed someone die. The fierce violet glow surrounding him only added to his picturesque terror.

Cecil tried to speak, but all that came out what a pained groan. He cleared his aching throat and opened his mouth again, to say what, he wasn’t sure-

Mars didn’t give him the chance.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” he shrieked, and then Cecil was thrown backwards by an unseen force, soaring through the open doorway with a startled cry. After a few dizzying seconds, his impromptu flight was interrupted by his back colliding violently with a wall.

His neck snapped backwards, the back of his head meeting the hard surface with a dull bang. Pain exploded across his skull, and then nothing.

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