I cannot promise you that I will keep up very well on this, but I submit to you a character to join our story telling contest. At the very least, you will know who he is and where he is from. At the very most, you will hear his tale, provided I have the time to create it!
Taking his seat beside the other contestants, Marcus slipped into his chair with a certain amount of stealth. He accomplished this not because of his great ability at remaining quiet, as we certainly will find out, but because Marcus is lacking in what every man in his adolscence secretly hopes for, height.
At a mere five feet and four inches, even in his thick soled Doc Martins, Marcus has the ability, not of his own desire, to be overlooked. Nearing the age of thirty has caused him to accept, finally, his fate in life, though he kicked and screamed in protest for the first 28.
Luckily for Marcus, he has found his niche in life; he is a very fine server at Limbaugh's Steak House. It is here that Marcus cannot be overlooked. There are no coaches to cut him from a team, no girl to look past him to the tall guy behind him. When he stands before a table and asks for their order, every guest will listen.
To be friends with Marcus means you must be a good listener because he loves to talk. Mostly he speaks of sports and gambling, though mostly he talks to hear his own voice- -loud and distinct, bellowing from his little frame with masked confidence.
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