[center][h2][color=39b54a][u]M A R V I N  H I L L E R[/u][/color][/h2][/center]
Marvin took a seat on the empty ammo crate in front of Frankie and then placed his gun on his lap. He tapped his fingers against the cold metal of it. The inevitable question came and Marvin was more than happy to share a portion of his tale to someone - especially such a kind girl such as this medic. Perhaps it was because she was younger than the others, but he found himself willing to impart to her his own story without hesitation.

[color=39b54a]"Well, I'll constrict my tale to a few minutes."[/color] Marvin started but then he heard a sigh coming from the private investigator from before who had found himself near them. The ghoul regarded him with a nod, welcoming the male to join them if he wished. It would not hinder Marvin's willingness to tell his story. After all, he was going to get started. And once he started something, it's hard to get him to stop. Everyone could be listening at some point of his story and he wouldn't bat an eye, or stop. He then clapped his hands once.

[color=39b54a]"Let's answer my age first. Born thirty years after the Great War, I'm around a hundred and ninety. If you've lived as long as that, you stop celebrating birthdays."[/color] He said with a light chuckle. He then stopped tapping on his gun. [color=39b54a]"My family was a caravan. Y'know, we trade and whatever. Place was still a bit irradiated, but hey, we lived.[/color] He then stopped. What else could he tell them, to make it really short. There were a lot of happenings in life so he wasn't sure what was important and what was not.

[color=39b54a]"Ah right."[/color] He muttered to himself before continuing. [color=39b54a]"We were jumped by some desperate scavengers and I managed to escape to the then-being-made Megaton. Was a junkyard when I got there."[/color] Ah yes, he wondered how much something could be so different before then now. [color=39b54a]"Got involved with some Children of Atom. New cult by the way. I became a ghoul out of desperation for food and caps."[/color] He admitted with a slow nod. He's stuck between it being the best decision he's made, or the worst. He still isn't sure. 

[color=39b54a]"After that, I just became a wanderer. Then a mercenary. Then I'm here."[/color] Might be for the best to not mention anything about him being affiliated with any of the factions. After all, it may change the other's perspective on him. Also probably be for the best not to tell that he actually went on this mission because he was told to by his other boss - a Railroad Agent. Though whether or not she was actually still part of the organization, he wasn't exactly sure. [color=39b54a]"Got into some nasty fights before, but hey, who hasn't right? Perk of being a ghoul? You can walk straight through a horde of ferals without them even bothering you."[/color]

[@Dread] [@Ghost Shadow]