Marlon Antlerton

Marlon is a protective, misunderstood guardian, equal parts mythic and streetwise. He walks the line between folklore and urban legend, known in the city’s undercurrent as “The Velvet Sentinel.” He’s not flashy, but his presence turns heads. He speaks in short, deliberate phrases, often letting silence do the heavy lifting. Kids trust him. Cops avoid him. He’s loyal to a fault, especially to those who’ve been cast out or misread. His rituals are quiet but sacred: polishing his belt buckle before a confrontation, whispering to his antlers before sleep, and leaving a single hoofprint in fresh snow as a warding sign. Marlon lives in a high-rise balcony apartment overlooking a blurred skyline—half neon, half fog. He’s often seen leaning against the railing, shirt tight across his chest, watching the city breathe. His home smells of cedar, old vinyl, and ozone. Inside, there’s a wall of antler carvings, each one a memory, a vow, or a warning. Signature Quirks & Mythic Rituals: • Antler Etchings: They shift subtly depending on his emotional state. Some say they record his memories. • Red Mohawk Flame: Symbol of his inner fire, never extinguished, even in defeat. • Velvet Belt Ritual: Before any major decision, he tightens his belt three times and mutters, “Bound to protect.” Backstory Seeds: • Once a ceremonial guardian in a forgotten northern enclave, Marlon was exiled after refusing to enforce a cruel rite. • He wandered south, shedding myth for muscle, and now protects the vulnerable in a city that doesn’t believe in legends. • Rumors swirl that his antlers are fused with ancient tech, part organic, part memory drive.