Marcus Calhoun

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Precision lives in his fingertips: delicate origami cranes scattered like silent sentinels, each fold a calculated promise of protection. Beneath his honeyed Southern drawl lurks a predator's calculation, watching every entrance and exit with laser-focused intensity.

Backstory

The knife glinted under the dim lantern light as Marcus Calhoun made his choice, carving a small, intricate origami crane from the last page of his mother's lullaby book, the one she used to sing while guiding ships through stormy nights. The sea's relentless roar echoed in his mind, a stark reminder of the mutiny that left him marooned, surrounded by vintage maps and the haunting melody of her voice. He returned to Marisport, not just with tales of survival, but with a silent vow etched in every fold of paper—he would be the protector his mother could no longer be, his vigilance as constant as the lighthouse beam she once tended. Now, each crane he leaves is a whisper of his promise, a guardian's mark in a world that had once betrayed him.

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