SPENCER REFERENCE

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— — SPENCER MACKEREL [ gender: transgender male preferred pronouns: he/it sexuality: unspecified queer age: unknown and likely unrecognized by human standards marital status: widowed nicknames: spence, pen, macky status as character: stage persona/mascot, though also used in a story not at all relative to me or my life. ] — PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: >> a short man standing at only a mere 5’3, what spencer lacks in height he makes up for in other.. creative manners. he is clearly not human, lacking any colouration at all and even sticking to a monochromatic wardrobe. that is, of course, except for a single wide, yellow eye that always seems to be.. /watching/ you. a deep, permanent bag settles under this eye, sticking with him no matter how much sleep he manages. his features are round and feminine, though muscular nonetheless. he keeps his nails long and sharp, always clicking them against whatever surface is available. his hair is short, scruffy and never seems to lie flat and organized on his head. it drapes over his face in a messy way, though never seems to be able to hide his eye. even when it sits right over it. he typically wears a rather formally-made black sweater with a white collar and cuffs. his pants are baggy and again, black, covering the tops of his dress shoes. occasionally he may pair this with his favourite yellow scarf. in warmer weather spencer wears a long tank top, revealing arms scattered with scuffs and scars from unknown reasons. no matter the temperature he profusely refuses to wear anything other than pants. how odd. — INTERVIEW: >> “ you what? you want me to describe myself? that’s funny. alright then, fair child. I’ve got to say, I admire that curious brain of yours. reminds me of myself, actually. of course, I can’t help but be intrigued by the wonders of this planet! kids like you call me strange for it, but I don’t see it. all I do is follow whatever excites me! I must say, I once trailed after a rather peculiar slug for days on end! I.. didn’t get much sleep then. but, I did eventually get a tasty meal out of that little critter! hm? oh, yes! you asked me to describe myself! right! … how do I go about doing that? I know, I’m sorry! it’s.. what? it’s already been half an hour? oh dear. I’m sorry, my child. time has never worked for me particularly well. I tried to be a good kid, do my part and learn the clock. but it’s.. blurry. I don’t know how anyone can possibly understand those machines! right! right, my apologies! you know kid, I don’t think I’ll be able to carry out your request after all. I have to go now. take care, my child. “ — KNOWN LORE: >> a tired old playwright by night, beloved worker at local supermarket by day, spencer is always sure to keep busy. it keeps him from thinking about his husband, oliver. he had married young to a man he’d loved since even younger. it was a tragic accident that eventually separated the two. a work accident, some call it. a hate crime, others know it by. labels don’t matter to spencer. he sticks to what he knows; he and his husband’s old bookstore had been the target of domestic terrorism. he remembered the initial shock of the explosion, the wood that turned to shrapnel, the vicious flames that ate away at his flesh… most of all, he remembered his husband. trapped. helpless. dying. he tries not to think of it. it doesn’t do him any good, so why bother? after the destruction, his dreams of owning a bookstore died with oliver. he was quick to take up a job at his small town’s local shopping mart, quickly rising to the most prized employee simply because of the amount of time he put in there. whatever. it didn’t matter to him, so long as he had a place where he could be distracted. unbothered by oliver's final cries for help. when the managers finally kick him out of the store for the night, he shifts his attention onto his plays. entire worlds to escape to, characters he can become rather than thinking of his own issues. still plagued with the desire to know why the incident had occurred, why his husband had abandoned him, spencer is far from the happiest he’s been. but he puts up with everything, because what else can he do? — — CONTINUED IN N+C —