I'm Marcus David Trevet, called Marc. My eyes are grey like my Dad's but I look like the twins. People mistake us for brothers, even on CIC. :) We're actually cousins. Jason's my older brother, and our father is called Julian. He was twin brothers with Aidan's and Kaelin's father, Uncle Nathanial. Confused yet? I have wavy dark blond hair, which Lucy claims I never manage to get combed enough. (Lucy's the girlfriend, though things are a bit tetchy at the moment. I'll have you know, that girl on the beach kissed me first.)
I turned 86 this last March. Jason and I share the same birth month, though he's eight years older. Behaves every minute of it, too.
Kaelin says I should report my identifying markings, but I think he's just pointing out that I've not got half the ink he's got. I've the sun on my chest, a peace symbol from that Mexican prison, the Celtic Knot brand, Aidan's name written in Farsi. And the spider. I'd have to kill you if I told you what that was about. Nothing personal. I also wear a couple of silver hoops in the cartilage of my ear. I started the earring routine with Jason when the twins disappeared, but didn't continue like he did.
Before I became Aidan's sworn, I worked in IT for Sentinel. I still do a bit of trouble-shooting on occasion, and hacking always comes in handy when I'm in the field. But keeping Aidan out of trouble makes for full-time employment. (For instance, currently I must sleep with the lad because of his nightmares. If you can call it sleeping.)
For fun I like to throw the odd piece of furniture on a bonfire, drive my old Mustang, surf, and tease Kaelin, which also is like playing with fire, I reckon.
I'm supposed to ask a question. Right. What's the thing you've done that you're least proud of?