physical info

name: Marcela Gloria Closer (given to her by her Cecil as a gift. took her middle name from the protagonist in Green Day’s 21st Century Breakdown. note: not her real middle/last names, she can’t remember her real names.)

faceclaim: Aubrey Plaza

gender/sex: nonbinary/afab

sexuality: asexual, panromantic

height: 5’9”

age: early 20’s, approx 25-26 going by her birth year of 1988. she does not remember her actual birth date. her best friend presumes to her be an Aries.

hair: purple, shoulder length

eyes: blue

build: curvy… chonky. good for to hug

on the back of her neck just behind her left ear she has a dime-sized tattoo of the circle and moon inside of the eye-shaped Night Vale logo. she had plans to complete it before she died, but then after dying, she forgot she had it until Stace pointed it out to her. now she’s just angry about it because she’s pretty sure ghosts can’t get tattoos so she’ll never get a chance to finish it.

she died in an explosion while investigating something out in the field due to a shrapnel wound to her torso, and as a result she has a permanent wound on her chest. right below her breasts, slightly to the left of the center of the rib cage, approximately the size of a hand placed flat with the fingers spread in a natural position. one of her favorite things to do to people she’s just met is grab them by the wrist, go “HEY CHECK THIS OUT” then shove their hand through the wound and wait for their facial expression to change from confusion to shock and horror. she keeps her cigarettes and weed and sometimes tiny bottles of alcohol or little boxes of cereal in her chest hole.

Marce is semi-transparent, and has an actual physical mass, in that she takes up space and seems solid, but only weighs roughly as much as a shed snake skin. it’s quite easy to just pick her up and move her if she’s in the way or carry her around, and the wind can knock her down or blow her away if it gets hard enough. she but otherwise functions p much normally in most aspects except that she doesn’t require food or drink to function. she still thinks she needs to sleep, but she doesn’t need that either. that’s not to say that she CAN’T actually eat or drink, just that she doesn’t need to. she actively consumes alcohol because she’s a severe fucking alcoholic. she also smokes marijuana regularly, and uses it as a crutch on occasions when she’s forced to go dry for whatever circumstances are affecting her life at that time.

as far as ghostly abilities go, she can walk up walls and on ceiling and that is about it aside from occasionally accidentally phasing through things when she gets startled. she knows how to float/fly, can walk up vertical surfaces and sit or lie on them, can phase through things, become invisible and also intangible. she still gets headaches and random body pains, and it pisses her off.

when she died, the clothing and other objects on her body ‘died’ with her and she has a default ‘ghost outfit’ that she can remove at will but remains ectoplasmic and is technically part of her total body mass

other people will not be able to interact with her ghosty possessions.

her usual outfit consists of a skirt, normally black and about mid-thigh length with boxers underneath, leggings in winter and colorful knee socks in the summer underneath Converse shoes or ballet flats when she’s being lazy, cute fandom shirts with a wife beater underneath during the winter and and her Night Vale Community Radio pullover.

despite the fact that she dresses like some kind of lazy punk grunge lolita, her makeup and hair game is always hella strong and fierce.

non physical traits

her talents include shitposting, playing the drums, swing dancing, some minor experience in hand-to-hand, swimming, driving, and marksmanship. she can and will substitute the knives for drumsticks when she has to. she carries at least one gun and two small knives on her at all times unless she’s out of Night Vale since she doesn’t actually have a weapons permit. the town’s just kind of really lax about their gun control, especially considering they find it acceptable to train young children up and form secret militias and carry guns around in schools.

she drives like a fucking maniac, and her car is a total piece of shit. her car is the same year and model as the Mustang that St. Jimmy drove in the Jesus of Suburbia music video, and it’s in about the same shape. the interior of the car is saturated in cigarette smoke and the seats are covered in cigarette burns, and there’s a huge layer of trash coating the floor in the back. the front passengers side floor is loaded with loose change from when she bought shit and was too lazy to put the change back in her wallet so it just rolls around there, and the drivers seat has a large bloodstain that probably won’t ever come out from the day she received the wound that led to her demise. despite the fact that she drives like she’s suicidal, she’s good enough at driving itself that she could be a stunt driver.

her marksmanship is the talent that she’s most proud of, though. she can take down a bird mid-flight while cruising 99 mph up the freeway around a corner.

one of her hobbies is using software to isolate drum beats from her favorite songs and learning to play them by ear. she wants to either one day start a band or own a record company, which is why she took up her internship at the radio station.

she grew up somewhere in the American midwest, spending a lot of time wandering around huge coniferous forests and climbing trees and rolling around carpets of pine needles.

before/during her middle and high school years she had a really nice singing voice, like, not Marceline the Vampire Queen-esque, but not like, shittastic either, probably something she could have made a career of as like a backup singer if she wanted to, MAYBE lead singer material if she took a lot of lessons and exercised her vocals and whatever. she destroyed her voice with cigarettes before she realized that a music career was what she wanted to do with her life, and it’s one of the few things that she actively keeps buried really deep the fuck down inside because it kills her inside to remember.

she doesn’t have very many memories of her past, or her parents, but she remembers enough about them to be conscious of the fact that they were neglectful, manipulative, and emotionally distant. she hates them a lot.

she went to like two years of community college while living in a run-down apartment until one day she dropped and began traveling. she was on the road for a long time before eventually arriving in Night Vale. she was drawn to it on a deep and incomprehensible level, as though the town sensed her need for it and called to her, and she has been living there since 2012. she’s gone completely native and her passion and dedication to Night Vale can drive her to incredible lengths to keep her home safe.

she’s really heavily into the cyber punk subculture, and robots in general. her favorite movie is Wall-E and her favorite animated show is Ghost in the Shell.

she’s really passionate about the game OFF.

she has a few pets, some are normal, and some are pretty bizarre.

she has a black Maine Coon, female, named Armstrong Dicksmasher: Destroyer of worlds. she used to have a Siamese cat named Vinci (for Leonardo da Vinci) but she gave her away to Stace, because for some reason Vinci hated Armstrong. had no problems with any of her other animals, but hated Armstrong.

she has two dogs, a Switch-Bladed Mountain Dog named Dedan, and a white zombie German shepherd named Barbra (so help you if you spell his name ‘Barbara’,) both male.

she also has a Sentry Turret named Zacharie, a gift from one of her best friends.

the rest of these I’ve allocated specifically to a pokemon au that I only really fuck about with on discord nowadays, but!

aside from those, she has five pokemon, one she got in a giveaway, three she got as gifts from anons, and the final one was given to her as an egg.

the first (giveaway) was a female Spoink (since evolved into a Grumpig) she named Steakums. the second was an Onix she named Thunderdome, a male, the third pokemon was an Absol her friend named Tragedy for her, and the fourth was an Eevee, since evolved into an Unbreon, named Shadow. the final, a Gastly named Orb that hatched from an egg.

if you’ve read this whole thing I love you.