Name: Marvin Gamble
Nickname: Marv
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Weight: 167
Picture:
[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Appearance: He appears to be young, looks as though he is a young adult. He wears mostly sweaters with a button at the top near the neck. He tends to have black jeans on and black dress shoes.
Personality: Very interested in things but is weird around others. He acts very shy at random times but seems to get mixed emotions. Has bad anger issues.
Likes:Being alone, Pain, Darkness, Fire
Dislikes: Fire, Large groups of people, Not knowing something, Aggressive people, being hit.
Strengths: Talking and persuading people, is very good at getting out of things, has an excellent memory.
Weaknesses: Being confronted on a lie when he has no excuse to fix it, being cornered. Being hit.
Hobbies: Burning things, mapping things, practicing talks.
History: Marvin lived with his mother, father, and his three little sisters. They lived in a small town secluded from any other locations. His parents home schooled them their whole lives because they felt that others would corrupt them. Everything was pretty peaceful in their lives beside the occasional argument. He was a about fourteen when he went out top their barn and began to make a fire. He seemed fascinated by the way hay seemed to burn, it really intrigued him. He began to test burning many things, going from trees, to bugs, to animals. One day, the day before his little sisters, who all were born on the same day, had a birthday the next day. Marvin and his father got in an argument of him being caught burning a cat behind the barn. Marvin was severely punished and his father struck him in the face. Marvin, enraged, went to the top of the barn and grabbed his zippo litter and went inside. He waited until the next day and took the gasoline from the barn and poured it into the girls room while they slept. He stood outside the door waiting for his parents to come in with the lite cake like they do each year. When they finally approached, he shoved them into the room and closed the door. He locked it from the outside and ran to the room beside it where he had carved a hole into the wall. He peered in the windowless room and watched as they sat the cake on the table. His mother sniffed the air but couldn't place the smell through all the perfume he had used to cover it. They woke up the girls and told them happy birthday. Lighting the cake for them, the room set a flame. Within seconds, the entire room was covered. Marvin could hear the screams of his family as he watched up until the point of the flames blocking his view. He grabbed his bag and placed his items in it. He left and begin running for other places. He went many places but always was chased away for his bad habit of burning animals and such. After many years, at the age of 22, he arrived at Pleasant Grove.
Inventory: A zippo litter, a black jacket, a small pocket knife, a wallet with twenty-three dollars, many flammable tissue, and a notebook and pencil.
Special Notes: Marvin has a habit of burning anything and everything. He hates fire because of what it made him do but he loves it because he is obsessed with watching things burn.
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Subject: Meet Marvin Gamble 
Sun Aug 05, 2012 10:47 pm
Anything you need ask either me or Krazy.
