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Baradiel didn't nearly sleep late as much as his own master did. While he actually did want to help Alice as much as he could, he wasn't sure his master wanted the same thing. He watched just how much reponsibility was placed upon her when Allocer and his wife escaped into the unknown for their honeymoon and no one knew where they were. He was sure that this was an opportunity for Alice to prove herself as the heir to the Devil Name, but it was too much. Other devils had a single location to guard and to maintain. 

Alice had two. And they were in different continents too. Seattle and London were completely different yet they had to guard them both. For a peerage as small as theirs, you would think that it would have been impossible. Quite honestly, Baradiel himself knew that this would be too much to hadle but Alice was adamant that she could do it. The amounts of paperwork on her desk, though, certianly made Baradiel think otherwise. But, he promised to support her whatever her decision may be, and this was it.

But Baradiel had some unfinished business with some London folk who had created a contract with him. The man had called him back while he was in Seattle which caused Baradiel to teleport back to London to keep the man happy, despite the fact that it was known that they were at Seattle at that time. He had aided the man in his attempts to learn how to shoot a gun, which was something he had learned himself during combat. Once that was done, it was already afternoon and if he was correct, it was going to be morning back in Seattle. 

Great. Baradiel headed back to their building and then used the teleportation rune to get to Seattle in mere seconds. He was too used to teleporting that it wasn't jarring anymore as the office formed around him. He looked around. It seemed like no one was there yet, but he could see that Alice's desk was disturbed. She was here recently. So that would mean she was still in the building.

The Fallen Angel turned Devil headed to the kitchen, planning to get some coffee in his system since he was rather sleepy. He needed something to keep him going for the entire day. As expected, Alice was there. "Good morning Alice." He greeted as he began preparing the coffee machine. One look at her and he already knew that she stayed up overnight again. "Still haven't made a dent on that pile?" He questioned, making conversation with his liege.

M A R V I N  H I L L

{ "I'm a mercenary. I kill, steal, or whatever for a living. You'd do it too, if you had no one to accept you." }
- General Characteristics -

| {Full Name} |
Marvin Jackson Hiller

| {Nickname/Callsign} |
Marv / Jack / Spectre

| {Age} |
189

| {Gender} |
Male

| {Face Claim} |
Found this artwork and looked rather cool

| {Dialogue Color} |
#39b54a

| {Appearance} |
Marvin is a ghoul through and through - complete with the wrinkled skin and he lack of hair and irises being black, but his pupil is hazel brown. After a certain incident, his nose is even more disfigured and bloody than his fellow ghouls. Hence, he wears a cloth that he wraps around his face to hide it as to allow others to feel more at ease around him - however that would work. 

Marvin stands at a height of 6'1" and has a rather good physical body thanks to being a mercenary who travels a lot. You'd instantly recognize Marvin when you see the signature green coat with a hood and the wrap around his nose. Among his own brethren, Marvin actually doesn't stand out all that much. However, among the normal people, his raspy voice is enough to convince you that he is actually a ghoul.

- Psychological Profile -

| {Personality} |
Marvin has gone through decades of wandering in the wasteland that is now known as their world. Understandably, he's gotten used to everything and doesn't hesitate to do what he needs to do to survive. Of course, he still has some semblance of morality - but twisted to his own rules where not everyone might agree with it. That's just how it is with most people and Marvin doesn't regret the fact that he has gotten used to everything. It made it easier to move forward when someone dies or someone leaves him. Marvin doesn't easily attach with others, but a long time and more experiences with people can make him grow closer and make someone more important to him than the passing wastelander.

Despite all this, Marvin at first meeting is entirely different from what he feels inside. Marvin actually is probably one of the happier people you'd meet. He seems like the happy-go-lucky guy that wouldn't survive a day in the wasteland. He would belt off jokes, sarcastic and witty remarks every now and then. When it comes to interactions, sometimes he doesn't take it too seriously. Sometimes, Marvin comes off as an insesitive bloke mostly because he doesn't seem to find anything off-limits nowadays. He's seen a lot of stuff. He's gotten used to it. He often forgets that others may not have adjusted as well as him.

| {Fears/Limitations} |
Marvin has gone through his fair share of losing his loved ones. He's nigh immortal after all, and human friends just don't live as long. So he becomes detached to other people. Yes, he interacts like they are friends - but he wouldn't hesitate to leave them out of fear that he may feel too attached and become emotionally hurt when they actually disappear or die. Marvin may also refuse to work with others who he sees are against his moral views, as he is very heavily tied to his morals even though it may not align with the lawful morals placed by the 'better' people of the world, but he is stubborn when it comes to follow his own rules.

Marvin has insomnia, and has it quite horrible. He often goes on days with only a few hours of sleep because of this. He can act like nothing is wrong because that's what he's good at. He's stubborn and would likely not take any form of concern from anyone. In the off-chance that he does fall asleep during the night, nightmares plague him from years of killing and betrayal, something he does not admit to anyone regardless of how close they were to him.

| {Place of Origin} |
Born in the Commonwealth, but quickly travelled, Marvin doesn't have a hometown. He is a full-fledged mercenary who is currently affiliated with the Railroad, but not an agent specifically. He has been hired to do an agent's bidding. Though Marvin will not confirm, it has been speculated that he had worked for the scientists of Rivet City, multiple Vaults, the Enclave, the Children of Atom, the Minutemen, among many others.

| {Background} |
Ah yes, Marvin's story is rather long. With a century and more worth of life, he's been through a lot though he often claims that it all just blurs into the usual events of shooting, hiding, attacking and what have you. Can you blame him? In the current world, there was no chance for a normal life. When you step out of safehouses, towns and what little city there could be, it's a warzone. Ferals, raiders, gunners, supermutants and your run on the mill mutated animals, they're all out to attack anything that is sentient. After the first few years travelling, Marvin just doesn't care anymore as he pulls the trigger on a feral ghoul that he once knew.

He can quite vividly remembered his 'first life' as he would call it. His pre-ghoul life. As the son of a caravan owner, it was understandable how he would know how to protect himself and his family and still have some knowledge when it comes to bartering. They travelled from place to place - from the Capital Wasteland to the Commonwealth. He didn't quite remember which place he's gone to first, and where last, but Marvin knows where to go when he needs help. For his 13th birthday, his mother had tailored him an all too big coat which he carries around but never wore because he didn't fit into it.

During his teenage years, they were jumped in the Capital Wasteland and Marvin had been the only one to escape as far as he knew. Crawling, injured and tired, to Megaton, he was taken in by one of the kind residents there. It had been a smaller town back then, but protected nonetheless. He spent quite a few years there, eventually growing into his coat, and getting used to life as a mercenary. Getting inovled with the Children of Atom had been one of his grevious mistakes, but one of those blessings in disguise as well. Desperate for caps, he took up on a mission given to him by the leader of the Children of Atom in Megaton. To retrieve a radioactive item from a radiated area.

Marvin had travelled to obtain the item. Mistakenly assuming that he could pass by with little Rad-X and Radaway, he succumbed quickly to the radiation. Though, instead of dying, he became a ghoul. Two days worth of radiation seeped in as he was passed out in the area. When he woke up, he quickly took the item and returned to Megaton. After he had given it and earned his caps, he left - ashamed that he had become a ghoul. Donning a mask before to hide his ghoul identity, he has worked closely with many factions in the Capital Wasteland as a freelance mercenary. After danger started to rise when the Brotherhood-Enclave fight got more and more intense, Marvin exited the fray.

He wasn't sure how many years it was, but he found himself with a Railroad agent who offered him caps to help them in some raids. He stuck with the group for many years, but never becoming an official agent. He typically had to wear his mask again when not interacting with the rogue synths so they won't fear him as he takes them across the border. Marvin has gained quite some infamy in the Commonwealth as a mercenary and people seek him out when they need something done. However, after a certain incident where he had to accompany a Railroad agent and a synth all the way to the Deadlands, he completely disappeared from the Commonwealth. Having been ordered to go with the Agent and being paid constantly, he decided not to refuse.

Marvin lived with the Railroad Agent - Emily - and the synth - X6-94 dubbed Gordon - in the Deadlands. Why were they there? Marvin was unsure what was brewing in Emily's mind as she brought the two there. They lived far away from the other living beings, and away from the heavy radiation for Emily's sake. She was absolutely convinced that there was something within The Necropolis. She tried, time and time again, to get someone inside and see what was in there. While she researched, Marvin and Gordon helped out with farming, cleaning and whatever else was needed for Emily to survive.

However, the group soon recieved a message from the mysterious "The Pariah" who asked for him, in name, to enter the Necropolis. Seeing opportunity, Emily convinced Marvin to accept.

- Survival Characteristics -

| {Non-Combat Skills} |
Sewing: If you want something patched up, he's your guy. After feeling particularly attached to his coat, he always makes sure that he can mend it when the bullet grazes and rips it. He also has actually taken on jobs that involves sewing so long as he can find the materials to use.

Cooking: Can't survive out there without knowing how to cook the meat off of those Mole Rats. She's not an expert, but Marvin does know how to make a cooking area and then start roasting.

Instrumentalist: Marvin is surprisingly good at playing the harmonica, which he keeps on his person at all times. He also claims to be able to play the guitar but has left his possession in Emily and Gordon's cabin as it was too heavy to lug around. He also claims to know how to play the flute - but only knows the snake song.

Tracking: To compliment his job, he had to learn about tracking. He's rather good at it, as long as he can find any fresh tracks. Like most people, he knows the different between the footprints of Yao Guai, a Radstag and a Deathclaw.

Breaking in: Sometimes, you need to know your way around a computer and some locks. He only knows the basics though as he doesn't use it very often.

| {Possessions} |
Small duffel bag
Silver Harmonica
Sewing kit
Solar Powered Flashlight
A small, tattered notebook
Pen and pencil
Silver mask
Skinning Knife
Food & Water

| {Combat Skills} |
Marksman: Marvin is a skilled sniper which is preferred method of taking down targets. He is nearly constantly in a state of calmness when he's looking through the scope, allowing him to clear his mind and aim properly. He also isn't a bad shot when it comes to mid-range fighting.

Rfile Mastery: Marvin has been handling rifles ever since he could remember. He knows how to shoot, reload and maintain them well. This ranges from laser rifles to hunting rifles - so long as its a medium sized gun, he can most likely shoot it with the same kind of accuracy.

Stealth: As a sniper, Marvin knew how to keep an eye out for anything and anyone that could sneak up on him. This also gave him the ability of successfully sneaking around - creeping along the darkness to reach his destination or to obtain a vantage point.

Gun Knowledge: Marvin knows the basics of other weapons and while he can't use them to their full potential as he would with rifles, he at least has knowledge on how to use them temporarily.

| {Gear} |
Combat Rifle {.308 reciever, detachable medium scope}
10mm pistol {Automatic reciever, Comfort Grip, Large Magazine}
.44 Magnum {Powerful Reciever}
Clothing {Ballistic Weave}
Combat Armor Chest Piece
Machete

Marvin had taken out his marvelous sewing kit - which he had gone through hell and back to actually fill. He started to hum as he took out a needle and some green thread before grabbing his coat. Off to the side of the coat was a nasty cut which could be quickly mended and he knew it. He inserted the thread through the eye of the needle and began to sew.

"I still do not comprehend why you are still keeping that around." Gordon said as he and Emily entered the living room and saw Marvin sewing his coat back together. "It's useless."

"You wouldn't even get it weaved." Emily continued, just as confused as to Marvin's attachment to the coat as Gordon.

Marvin laughed as he looked up to his friends, placing both hands down on his lap. He then levelled his eyes to them. "You both have mothers don't you?"

Gordon gave him an unamused look. "Is that a joke?"

He shook his head at the synth. Sometimes, he can be just a little dim. "But you have memories of that you replaced, right?" Marvin pointed out.

"Well, yes." Gordon shook his head. "Is it important?"

Marvin nodded slowly. "Of course. Do you have a memento of your mother? A memory that you hold dear?"

"My mother gave me this paperweight before. It was a little beat-up, but I keep it around." Emily replied. As with most of the agents of the Railroad, Emily had tragically lost her parents before she entered the organization.

Gordon rubbed his arm. "I suppose the memory of my 'mother' making me food was something I cherish." He admitted.

Marvin smiled before looking down at his coat. "Well, just how the paperweight is to you, Emily, and your memory to you, Gordon, this coat reminds me of her. Feels like she's with me, protecting me." He said, eyes softening as he ran a hand through the old cloth. A hundred years of wearing it and he managed to maintain it so.

"Makes me feel safe y'know?" He looked up at them. While there was a lack of tears in his eyes, the emotion in his voice was real. "And honestly, that's all you could ask for nowadays."

Emily knelt down beside him and then patted his shoulder. "I get how you feel." She smiled at him and gave him a brief hug. "Do you want me to help you with that?"

That was when Marvin laughed once again as Emily leaned away from him. "I'm the best tailor out here. I don't need your help I assure you!"

Emily laughed and so did Gordon. The three sat around the living room, forgetting about research and farming for the moment, exchanging stories with each other.

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