<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/97xiukk.jpg)<br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/CAxR5lC.jpg)  (https://i.imgur.com/C9Ew7MS.jpg)  (https://i.imgur.com/Ctbs0W5.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Marc Morales<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>38, born September 4<br/><br/><strong>Physical Appearance:</strong>Marc stands tall at an even six foot and walks with a quiet confidence. His head is buzzed and a short beard lines his jaw. Brown eyes have dimmed in a way that seeing battle can do, but occasionally, his humor will illuminate them with a gleam, and then he's practically the spitting image of his teenage self, just with the subtle creases of age.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>The middle child of three, Marc learned from an early age to find comfort in the background. His first instinct is to watch a room before engaging, to blend in until he wants to be seen. The years of doing so have allowed him to hone his observational skills, although he was gifted to begin with, often noticing what many might overlook. Despite his experiences, he has managed to cling to his wit and sense of humor. It's one thing that has kept him sane all this time, since he watches the liquor. Too many secrets. Discretion was one of the things he had prided himself most on, but while he had never before shared what someone else spilled to him, it didn't mean he wouldn't utilize the knowledge if it was of benefit. In other words, he's practically the same Marc from high school, but with less care at current, and perhaps with more desperation and instability.<br/><br/><strong>What Have They Been Up To:</strong>When he finished a term in the marines, returning to civilian life was strange, and he no longer liked the idea of sitting behind a desk, not any more than he had to. He threw himself into the police academy so he could join West Harper's patrol unit, believing it would be an easy enough adjustment, but the decidedly slow pace of the town became uncomfortable. After nearly a year, he left for New York to join its force, where he became disenchanted from police work as a whole. He transitioned to personal security at twenty-six. An agency oversaw him getting assigned to business people and politicians primarily. He took a bullet for the last principal--the vest protected him, though it got him thinking differently all the same. He originally hadn't planned to come to the reunion, after all, but he decided to do exactly that. Whether for good or bad, well, that remains to seen, no?<br/><br/><strong>What Have They Said They've Been Up To:</strong>For those who have been curious enough to ask, he has told the truth without going into specifics. His Facebook, the only platform on which he has an "official" account, has seen the occasional picture or status update, never anything personal, even though they usually occurred when he was at his loneliest. Sometimes memes.<br/><br/><strong>What Were They Like in High School:</strong>With a few exceptions, Marc tried to be careful about rocking the boat, and he wasn't the ambitious sort: he earned straight As but repeatedly came shy of a 4.0; he performed well on the diamond, but he didn't garner the eye of recruiters; sometimes he made one-line quips when called on by teachers. JROTC was the one area in which he pushed himself the hardest. He used his spot on the baseball team to give him access to the parties and the "in" crowd, where he attached himself to one or two of the meatheads as the archetypal sidekick and willingly exposed himself to their influence. He was down for bullying and shenanigans to an extent, never anything that was clearly a bad idea, but he'd stand off to the side and let the dummies learn the hard way, prepared to lend the assist should things go down how he thought they would. He was reliable like that, just never one someone smart would seek console from; some moments got lucky and only got his ears. Those that got his tongue were probably worse off.<br/><br/><strong>Memorable High School Moments:</strong>Well, there was that one time he tried to steal a friend's girl because he thought he could treat her better, and there was that other time he hooked up with a closeted guy that he (thought he) could trust to keep it on the down low. His first time partying, he made the mistake of drinking too much, during which he walked up to a girl and proceeded to projectile vomit on her. [Others might come later.]<br/><br/><strong>"Most Likely To...":</strong>Be a spy.<br/><br/><strong>"In Twenty Years, I'll..."</strong>Possibly be dead somewhere. If not that, then a cozy middle-class job where he could be comfortably fat, complete with the wife and kids.<br/><br/><strong>Senior Quote:</strong>"Who?" - Future You<br/><br/><strong>Clubs/Athletics:</strong>JROTC (since sophomore year), baseball<br/><br/><strong>Likes:</strong>People-watching, working out (stress relief), puzzle games, chess (casually), clubbing sometimes, comedies, tabloids, viewing art (casually), cigarettes (a recent reunion), stupid and gullible people (with limited exposure), human contact, details. He enjoys listening to songs that predate 2001 with a few exceptions from the contemporary rock and rap scenes; he tolerates most other genres.<br/><br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Getting drunk, straying from a plan or having no plan at all (at current, he's more willing to go against this instinct, but it might cause anxiety), acting rashly, hicks, bratty principals, humorless people (primarily off the job), when someone can't sit comfortably in silence, forced small talk, songs with too much screaming<br/><br/><strong>Face Claim:</strong>Michael Mando<br/><br/><strong>Seeking:</strong>Open to anything! What might be most fun is Marc outing someone's secret, whether present or past, something with an impact. Other possibilities: rehashes of past drama, a new or rekindled flame (M/M or M/F), vindictiveness, attempted retribution, shenanigans. With his current mindset, he's just as interested in (re)gaining worthwhile connections as he is in rocking the boat, whether solo or by assisting someone else with their endeavors.<br/><br/><strong>Connections:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span class="bbc_u">Cara</span> - In senior year, Marc asked Cara to tutor him under the guise that he needed the extra help to finish off his schooling strong. She turned him down when he asked her to prom.</li><li><span class="bbc_u">Ramon</span> - Marc's father and Ramon's mother were acquainted, which opened the door to arranged playdates and regular dinners between the two families. They developed a solid friendship until their masculine peers aged enough to question those boys who were different. Not wanting to be "guilty" by association, Marc distanced himself from Ramon. Late in senior year, Marc discovered his father cheating with Ramon's mother. Angry and hurt by his father's deceit, but unwilling to express these sentiments to the very man who was guilty, he targeted Ramon instead, coaxing his old friend to ride with him to the Senior Sleep Over. He tried to get Ramon to come out to him using a facade of acceptance before locking him into a closet that night. When Ramon was freed, a fight ensued. They hadn't spoken since that night.</li><li><span class="bbc_u">Kat</span> - Marc might have fed her a false rumor once, thinking it would be funny. It may or may not have blown up. [Looking for the subject of the rumor!]</li></ul><br/><strong>Other:</strong>N/A