Marcos

Marcos had a pretty boring standard life before he was taken. He was your standard third-generation kid, who grew up around in the suburbs of Vegas, enduring the troves and troves of tourists, soon-to-be newlyweds and all the other people who wanted to take a break from their own existence in the glitz and glam of Sin City.

His father was a stage magician, and his mother his assistant when she wasn't too busy proving to her mother that she could be a working mom with a perfect work-life balance. It wasn't too bad, and Marcos had a less than normal upbringing that involved being the beta tester and unsuspecting audience of a lot of his father's new tricks, long nights with the babysitter and sometimes even doing his homework backstage when babysitters weren't available.

It didn't come as a surprise that Marcos turned out to be a young man who was very disillusioned with show biz and sought out work with his uncle's far more stable company in construction. The trajectory of his life was linear, following the standard school, marriage and kids vector his grandmother had wished for her own children. First, there came Rogelio. Then Maria, and finally the accident: [KID].

There had never been a prouder abuela.

Marcos was tricked. Marcos thought he was going to be renovating an eccentric future client's studio on the strip, instead a simple exchange with a particularly slimy bastard of a man and Marcos's offhand agreement became a binding contract that had him taken from his world and dropped in Faerie where he was to serve in Duke Byrd's Spectacular Bazaar.

In the "three short years" that Marcos endured in Lord Byrd's Bazaar, he was changed in more than just physical appearance. The mild mannered man became an experienced fighter in the circus pits, collecting wounds and scars alike that would mark him as one of the more formidable fighters under Lord Byrd's "employ".

But it wasn't fun and games. The fights were a way to break the weak and harden the strong, training them to become both entertaining gladiators for the Bazaar as well as terrible punishers for Changelings who stepped out of line. A fight to the death with the ogre was not unheard of for the poor Changelings who failed to escape or worse, fell from grace with the Lord.

[Details PENDING LINE - But he escaped and took a few people with him and got stuck in the Hedge for a year]. According to the man himself, Marcos's escape wasn't a particularly exciting adventure but needless to say, Lord Byrd was pissed.

It was a struggle to adjust to the world again when Marcos finally made it out of the Hedge. He did not expect to end up in Miami, nor did he expect to have lost a total of eleven year of real time. The first thing he did when he had a free moment was to find a phone and call home. The landline was no longer connected, and the man who answered his wife's mobile number was most definitely not his wife.

A nosedive into social media showed him just how much he had missed. Everything had changed. His children were adults now. His family had moved on without him, and there was no place for him in their world anymore. With nowhere else to go, he stayed in the Freehold, realigning himself in the world of 2016 and figuring out his next steps. It was a constant struggle not to reach out but he had nothing to offer in terms of an explanation of where he had been or how he had disappeared without a trace for so long.

Marcos didn't find his place in the Freehold immediately. When it came time to choose his Court, Summer was the obvious choice but Marcos didn't want to be a fighter anymore. Spring was the unlikeliest of places for him to land but there was something about the passivity of the Court that called to him. Seeking beauty and forgetting the past felt right, even if it is something Marcos occasionally struggles at.

At first he stuck with the menial jobs. He drifted around helping out as a handyman wherever he was needed. It was good to be working with his hands in a non-violent manner, to create and fix rather than hurt and destroy.

But it wasn't long before his time spent at the gym and his past exploits came back to bite him in the ass. He was recognized as one of the Spring Court's better fighters. A bloodbrute ogre and capable fighter in the Spring Court was an oddity to be sure. It made sense for him to be a Queensguard. Marcos hesitated at first, but accepted the position. As much as he enjoyed being a pacifist, there was still a part of him that enjoyed having a purpose and a place in his new home.