EVXLVE | Maddie Perez

Marius-an enigma wrapped in a British accent, a cloud of cigarette smoke, and the kind of silence that makes people nervous. No one knows where he came from. One day, he just appeared, and ever since, he's been a fixture in the city's underbelly, moving through the streets like a shadow-silent, unnoticed until he wants to be.

Word on the block? He's a dealer, supplying the desperate with their next escape. But that's not what makes him dangerous. It's his unwavering loyalty-the kind that runs deep and sharp. He's a close friend of Rue Bennett, and if you so much as look at her the wrong way, you'll find yourself eating pavement.

Marius doesn't care who you are, what you rep, or what power you think you hold. Cross that line, and he'll put you down-quick, quiet, and without hesitation.

His body tells its own story, inked with cryptic symbols and raw energy. A black and grey tribal design sprawls across the back of his neck, sharp and symmetrical. On the side of his throat, a crimson bird, possibly a cardinal, perches mid-flight-a stark contrast to his dark aesthetic. His upper arm bears a shaded, mythological figure, adding to the weight of his presence. Across his chest, a large, winged figure stretches boldly, almost as if it's alive.

But it's his hand that speaks the loudest. Inked into his skin is the Eye of Horus, detailed and piercing, a symbol of protection, power, and foresight-fitting for a man who always seems two steps ahead.

His wardrobe only amplifies his ghostlike presence. Marius is almost always seen in techwear-layered tactical jackets, high-collared hoodies, black cargo pants, and heavy-duty boots built for both the streets and the shadows. His hands are often clad in sleek, fingerless gloves, and when he wants to disappear, a minimalist, matte black mask conceals the lower half of his face.

Marius doesn't just blend into the night. He owns it.