I spoke, the other week, about how instead of your more typical character bios, I was attempting to capture the essence of each character from The Novel in a snippet of only six sentences.
That week, you met Kye. This week, meet Marin!
Marin was mouselike, somehow strangely metallic: a focal point of golden-brown eyes flashed from behind angular frames, but still she was small, shy, almost scurrying.
She had shed as many trappings of the human girl as she could years before, while managing to remain as mundane as possible in order to avoid undue attention. She donned the glasses like a robot mask, kept her nails painted a shining gold as if she were still dripping molten ore, laughed only in startled rustles like some old machinery’s creaks, and tilted her head down as if to overshadow it all with an out of order sign.
She would speak, now, more freely around her friends, but every word was still modulated and soft. She seemed afraid that if she dared to speak more loudly or forthright, she would crack just like her laugh.
But she knew that her friends would listen all the same, and in that she found herself content.