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by Lone Wanderer 10/14/2013, 6:04 pm
Name:
Marion Ephesia Matthews is this unfortunate girl's name. Her first name is an insult, being a corruption of Mary, making the Others see her as a corrupted child. Sometimes she introduces herself as the Carrion Queen, another insulting name given by the Others from the times where she was forced to eat rotted food.
Age:
She's sixteen, but her pallid and gaunt face makes her seem decades older.
Gender:
She's a cis female. Anything else and she would have rather unfortunate consequences.
Eyes:
They're a bright sky-blue, and rather doe-like and innocent.
Hair:
It's a lightish blonde, cut to a ragged bob and barely past her ears.
Height:
Marion is about five feet and five inches.
Body Type:
Skin and bones. She was starved her entire life, making her emanciated.
Skin Color:
If there's a tint lighter than porcelain, that's her. Her skin never saw the sun for more than just passing by a poorly curtained window.
Godly
Parent:
It's Apollo, and boy do the other members hate dealing with her.
Mortal Parent:
She doesn't know her mother, considering she was killed after Marion's birth. The Others only called her Luxuria or Lust.
Country of Origin:
America, an isolated community dozens of miles away from any sort of civilization.
Pets:
None. The Others didn't allow pets.
Talents:
Not many, but people say she's a decent cook and she's good at listening to others. If she would bother, archery would be added to this list.
Weapon:
Nothing at all. Aside from being terrible at every fighting style ever, fighting is against her very rigid beliefs. She's more of a healer. Granted, she'd love to try something, but it's the fact that she's afraid of hurting herself or someone else.
Personality:
Quiet is what strangers would call her. People who looked a little deeper say she's absolutely crazy. A psychologist would call her broken. The Others called her a sinner. Marion is a crybaby, panphobic, obsessive girl with attachment issues. Scabs mark her skin because of her dermatillomania and she's constantly counting to three and worrying over every detail ever to exist in the entire universe. Marion is not a people person, and the few times she opens her mouth is to utter a reprimand. "Mind your manners," and "follow the golden rule" are the most common. Oftentimes, she will be found muttering to herself about something usually very extreme.
Flaws:
Everything to exist ever in the entire lifespan of everything. Marion is afraid of just about everything, just about everything is against her twisted beliefs and so she thinks it's pure sin, and she's a picky eater, having only eaten porridge and porridge-based foods and vitamins. Everything she does must be done in threes or multiples of threes or it "won't be right". It can never be done in six. Even if her water bottle lid can only do six turns, she will either leave it half-open at three or force nine rotations. Her hygiene varies to both extremes; the girl will either not clean herself for days or rub her skin raw. Her face is also mildly asymmetrical, with her nose slightly off-center and her lips skewered up to the left.
Powers:
She can make a miniature sun, about six inches in diameter and can heat up to be as hot as 300 degrees Fahrenheit. It hovers in the air and is purely static. There's no way to move it unless a kid who's resistant to fire goes and touches it. Marion usually makes her suns about 100 degrees Fahrenheit so it's a nice and pleasant warmth. The time it last varies on the temperature of it. At its lowest, about room temperature, it lasts for a solid five hours until it goes out. At 100 degrees Fahrenheit, it lasts for two or so hours. At its hottest, it lasts about thirty minutes at the most. She can only make two a day. After she makes one, she has moderate nausea and needs to take a thirty minute nap at the least. Even after her nap, she still feels rather sickly. Marion is slowly getting better at it, considering she makes one every night before she goes to sleep.
Life Before CHB:
The unfortunate girl's mother was part of an extremist cult. Having found her pregnant and unmarried one day, they made her an untouchable and treated only a little better than they did the livestock. Marion, almost right after her birth, was given the same treatment as her mother, while Luxuria was killed. The only reason Marion wasn't immediately killed was that the leader was a demigod himself, and recognized Marion's heritage. By the time she was five, she was being constantly worked, scrubbing floors, doing all the chores, any little thing that needed to be done. The other children just played.
Most of her childhood was a blur, her blocking it out. One of the things being her brands. When she was seven or eight, she was fed up with how she was treated. Tired of being quiet all the time, tired of working, tired of being fed gruel and kid vitamins. Her frail, soprano voice rang out in a simple "no". The leader would not accept this, and was at the time very upset because of stupid grown-up things. He quietly took her away to a empty barn. Marion was very scared, of course. This wasn't a place any of the Others went to. The pain soon made her blackout, and the leader finished the job. Scripted on her body now is Greek and Latin for all sorts of awful things. "Demigod", "Sinful child of false idols" and other insults and words meant to be insults were weaved around her arms and torso and legs, with the finishing symbol for Omega on the top of her hands. Marion was never disobedient again.
Fast forward nearly a decade, about eight years, her sleeping in the barn during the dead of winter. Lately, she was praying for a break in her life. Like if all the Others died, or they started making the other children work, or if someone would take her away. There was a knock, which woke her with a start. She forced the door open and was face to face with a boy she never saw before. The girl nearly screamed, but the boy quickly covered her mouth and dragged her away from the Others' home. He later showed himself as a satyr named Marc, and how he was going to save her. "A guardian angel," she later recalled him as. He was one of the few who had some money on him, allowing the pair to travel more by bus than by foot. To keep her from freaking out every step of the way, Marc told her stories about his adventures and other demigods he traveled with. It was only three others, but he had to travel all sorts of places to keep an eye on them. She was definitely entertained by his lurid tales, and considered him one of her first friends ever.
RP Example:
The two trudged along the muddy road, Marion giggling quietly and Marc waving his hands in the air while explaining the craziness of the Party Ponies. "They're loud and obnoxious and definitely the best kind of friends," he stated, a big grin on his face. "They can fight just as well as they can celebrate, too." After finishing his tale, he looked over at the thin girl. She couldn't stop laughing, the sound of these guys was so out there! Her mind flicked back to the Others, just for a second. Their pale faces and stern eyes and cruel words that always, always berated her. Never the others. "Please Marc," she whispered as tears began to spring forth. She wasn't even all that sad, but when she wasn't laughing at the stories, she was near tears. "Please could you tell me another story? It would be the last one." That's what she said last time, but the satyr understood that she was as emotionally stable as a Jenga tower when it's a block away from toppling. "Alright, I could tell you the one about..." He rubbed his chin, feeling the thick stubble from a lack of shaving for the past few weeks. "Ah! How about I tell you a myth! It'd be good, since you're a demigod and all. So, there's this one chick, Hera, right? Married to Zeus and all..."
Notes:
Her favorite color is lavender, something called #B57EDC .
Face claim is Eliisa Raats.
Last edited by Aries on 10/15/2013, 1:42 am; edited 1 time in total
