[center][h2][color=39b54a][u]M A R V I N  H I L L E R[/u][/color][/h2][/center]
There were so many other people he would like to know about right now. Like that raider looking person, old but looked solid. Or that one who looked like a private investigator. Or that one with the mask. They seemed like interesting people who had great backstories and nothing cheered Marvin up more than learning more about other people's experiences. Because it allowed Marvin to think of new ways to survive. That's just how it is. Their experiences could help him in the future, if they ever survive their trip into the Necropolis. 

Marvin looked to the Brotherhood people once more when someone decided to approach them. Swordwind? Ah, so that's why she seemed familiar. He doesn't keep in contact with the Brotherhood, but stories of one of their Paladins being a melee fighter and a beast at that one always found its way to him. He imagined someone else, but it was nice to finally know what she really looked like. And the fact that the mythical Swordwind was actually female. Sometimes, rumors are just really inaccurate and it was frustrating when they were wrong.

However, that wasn't the point right now. The air filled with tension between them - a fight raring to go. Marvin had his gun in his hands already and he was prepared to blow someone's head off just for the reason of stopping a fight. But when nothing happened, he relaxed back in his seat. Well, he supposed they were more level headed than that. The person in the mask, who called herself The Mask, seemed rather chill now. Looks like someone was just going for a tease. Interesting. Well, he was pretty sure that he and the others would become at the very least trusted acquaintances because nothing like delving into the death-filled Necropolis to bring everyone together!

Marvin stood up from his seat and stretched. The others seemed antsy to leave, and honestly, the ghoul was as well. Why wait when it looked like they were complete right? This was a really large group but he expected as much. If Pariah wanted them to succeed, then a large group with a variety of people with a variety of skills might be for the best. The one thing that he appreciated more than having a tank like Swordwind was the fact that they had plenty of medics. Though looking over them, especially the nervous one, made him a little bit worried too.

He walked over to a seemingly innocent looking medic, which surprised him. Maybe it was because she was young? Or because she was silent and not being as nervous as that other guy? Or was it because it took him a second look to realize that she was a female? Who knows. [color=39b54a]"You're a medic right?"[/color] He questioned, the lack of any sort of big weapon being an indication for him. The ghoul gave her an encouraging nod and smile. [color=39b54a]"Looks like we'll be in your care along with the others."[/color] It was better for the medics to know his face now, not that it would be hard since it looked like he was the only ghoul there, than when he's hit and dying from blood loss. [color=39b54a]"The name's Marvin by the by. I'll probably be the one watching your backs, so yeah."[/color]