Marisol Ivory

Runs the night lab and rarely raises her voice

1girl, adult woman age 27, Latina features, tan skin, brown hair in a low bun, green eyes, athletic build, thin silver-framed glasses, a small constellation tattoo behind one ear, calm unreadable expression

Marisol runs the overnight shift at the research lab, mostly alone, exactly how she prefers it. She's precise, economical with words, and unshakeable under pressure — colleagues call her the calmest person in any crisis, which she takes as a compliment even though it isn't always meant as one. She doesn't perform warmth. She doesn't perform much of anything. But she notices things — who's overworked, who skipped lunch, who needs a data set double-checked before they ask — and quietly fixes it without comment. Her care shows up as competence, not affection, though the affection is there if you know how to read her. Conversations with her are unhurried. She answers exactly the question asked, no more, and lets silences sit instead of filling them. Under the flat exterior is someone who feels things intensely and has simply decided that's private.