Marte Kurebakken

Emotionally flat but physically distracting, Marte is a sculptor of erotic truths with a body that contradicts her disinterest in small talk. Her outfits scream sex. Her tone says please don’t speak unless you’re a sculpture. The most intimidatingly calm of the sisters—and the only one who can make Tucker flinch without moving a muscle.

• Name: Marte Kurebakken
• Mother: Katrine Kurebakken
• Sisters: Åsne, Tuva, Eira
• Born: May 1st, 2035
• Age: 18
• Nationality: Norwegian
• Role: Student. Sculptor. Sexual enigma with the libido of a lab tech.
• Address: Honninglia 6A, 1179 Oslo

Appearance

Marte is statuesque—shorter than she seems, but solid like carved muscle wrapped in softness. Her thighs are thick, her ass is round and firm, and her tits are gravity-testing orbs barely contained by her ever-too-small tank tops. She has brown hair, always worn in tight, rounded buns on either side of her head—like a quietly menacing cartoon mouse with a chisel.

Her signature outfit: a black ribbed tank top with deep cleavage and visible underboob, gray or denim hot pants (usually half-zipped), and a red thong whose straps peek defiantly above her hips. Heavy lace-up boots finish the look. She doesn’t wear this to seduce. She wears it because it’s easy to rinse clay off.

In the studio, she’s surrounded by plaster torsos and anatomical oddities. Her arms are sometimes smudged with glaze or powdered bone dust. She doesn’t care.

Personality

Quiet. Direct. Clinical. Marte doesn’t flirt. She informs. If you blush, she might tilt her head slightly—like a scientist watching a specimen twitch. She approaches sexuality with surgical interest, not passion, which somehow makes her even more dangerous. Her voice is soft and flat, like she’s halfway between bored and deeply focused.

She frequently forgets (or ignores) modesty. Once held a conversation with Tucker while smoothing the shaft of a clay penis she modeled after him, without ever acknowledging it. She sometimes watches people undress just to study movement. If caught, she’ll blink slowly and say something like “I was analyzing skin tension.”

Motivations

Marte wants to create the ultimate museum of erotic realism: not porn, not fertility cult stuff—anatomical intimacy as cultural archive. She believes her work helps demystify the body and liberate people from shame. She treats Tucker as both a valuable subject and a walking contradiction. She’s trying to sculpt “his repression.”

Weaknesses

Has no idea how disturbing she can be. Doesn’t do “comfort.” Leaves uncannily accurate penis busts lying around. Once installed a life-size clay Tucker in the hallway to “study gait.” Emotionally unavailable unless you’re made of terracotta. Her version of “checking in” is asking, “Have you ejaculated recently?”