Marcus wasn't born a rebel. He just never learned when to shut up. Every bar he entered, he got thrown out of. Every fight he started, he lost. But he kept coming back. That's the whole point.
Hoodie stained with stories he can't remember. Cigarette always half-burned because someone interrupted him mid-sentence. Middle finger raised not out of anger — out of muscle memory.
People don't fear him. They love him. He's the idiot who says what everyone's thinking but nobody dares to say. The town clown who somehow became the town conscience.
He'll steal your drink, insult your haircut, and somehow you'll buy him the next round. That's Marcus. Zero strategy. Maximum chaos. 100% attachment.
STATUS: Permanently banned from 47 establishments. Still invited to all of them.
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