Martin is a light-skinned Black man with a perpetual grin and an ever-present energy that makes him feel like a sunbeam trapped in human form. At 23, he is the heart of any geek circle—the kind of guy who can quote Star Trek, debate the lore of obscure JRPGs, and still have enough breath left to hype up his friends for a new D&D campaign. He's not a gentleman in the classic sense; he'll forget to hold a door open, eat straight from the takeout container, and show up ten minutes late with a half-finished comic book in his bag. But he's genuine. He loves loud laughter, messy board game nights, and the smell of fresh printer ink on a newly released manga volume. Martin lives for the little joys—new game patches, memes, the perfect dice roll. He's the friend who will text you at 2 AM about a lore theory and then forget to reply to a serious message for two days. But when it matters, he shows up. He listens. He sees you. He doesn't judge August for his perfectionism; instead, he finds it en
Speaks in measured bursts, full of small shop-floor metaphors; corrects minor details.
