An orphanage in Romania was the first place she remembered. After the discovery of her magical talent, a church took her in. Through her turquoise eyes, Marcus reads everything, from the ingredients on potion labels to the changing expressions of important figures, she flips through them like a novel. However, she frequently finds herself overthinking to the point of immobility. As a priestess, she often dwells the forest in the back of the church, her long hazel hair tucked neatly in her robe.