~Blue Shadows Dec 31, 2008 5:05:57 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Dec 31, 2008 5:05:57 GMT -5
The night is always darkest before the dawn...
>> the basics
Affiliations: with the Grey Companions
Favorite/Best Power(s): Mara can literally seep into the shadows, disappearing in the ink dark of the night with ease. This makes her form nimble, fast and her attacks quick like a hail of bullets - if she wants to.
>> back story
Family/Ancestry: Amber - Mother (location unknown)
Father - (unknown)
Mara is one shrouded in a veil of mystery. She speaks little of her life to anyone - even the Grey companions. But her history is this.
Her mother, Amber, gave birth to twins. A still born and a runt, a gaunt babe with white skin like Parisian snow and eyes like a sun burst. The still born was buried and the surviving child was brought up with the best tentative care the lone mother could muster.
Mara was born with a different name. Constance. Though she never uses the name and doesn't want to hear it. It, in her ears, is a painful memory of childhood.
Her mother had slept around all her life. It wasn't for money - oh no... It made her feel loved, made her feel wanted and cared for even for the briefest moments. Mara knew nothing of why it was so. It made the girl bitter as, from the age of three strange men would come into the home. Make noises in the bedroom and leave. They passed the little girl ;with black hair like matted strands of night, strange winks and looks as they left, ruby blushes upon their skins.
The men came closer and closer. They chatted to her as she grew up. Smiled and passed her gifts. Mara felt loved and cared for by these men - they where her new fathers. Jack. Willis. Andrew... Mara could reel off all their names, even now. They grinned at the now five year old, patting her on the head and spoke with her mother in such good nature. Mara dismissed the noises, her mothers cries and the blushes on cheeks. For once in her life she actually had a daddy and told everyone in the street.
All the boys and girls where dutifully informed by little Constance that her daddies had come home. How ashamed Mara is now when she glances back.
The boys and girls where worldly wise, they called her mum a 'prostitute'. Thought Constance had no idea what that meant and quickly told them to shut it. Just in case it wasn't a nice word.
She plodded home and told mummy and whatever daddy was home that they had called mummy names. Amber would smile down on the child, say she was nipping upstairs with the daddy and could she put on a pot of tea? Yes, she knew how to boil a kettle.
When she was ten she was still happy. Unknowing of what was happening to her mother. Often, Constance instead roamed the near by farms to examine the crops and dogs. Nice farmers looked down at her worried, asking if the men had 'approached her'. Constance had giggled, replying of course they had! They gave her gifts, hugs and kissed her on the head! They washed her at night when mummy was drunk or in the morning when she was hungover.
It was on one of these visits, well when she returned home, that all this happiness changed. She learnt what the 'daddies' where doing to mummy.
It was her birthday, she was twelve. She had been out all day, not aware of the worried mother at home who knew not where her girl was. She was even more eager because the girl had opened none of her presents. In her drunken stupor, a male had led her to bed and in her thick sleep she forgot about her baby for hours.
The male however, was furious. Frustrated that this little girl had ruined his chances tonight. In his anger, he grabbed Constance, stripping the frightened and startled girl, pulling her in the bathtub and... He went in with her.
I don't need to say anymore only, that when Constance arose, bruised across her skin. A dirty feeling in her stomach and dizzy with this violation, her mother did little to stop her crying. She hit her across the backside, told her to stop liying. Told her to shut up.
She ran to the farming estates in nothing but her night dress, knocked on every door. No one was in and the girl was defeated, until on the last door a old lady opened up. Constance hugged the woman so tight, the old woman almost laughed. Then, sat in front of the fire with a cup of cocoa and a hot water bottle, the old woman and her husband listened to Constance cry out with what had happened.
They gave the child a bed, a place to stay and protection. The girl was such a beautiful creature and yet, so marred by what had become. Bitter and resentful she had never told her mother where she was, only that she was safe. The old woman cared for her now, she was kind. Though... Constance kept away from the kind old man. She was still frightened.
The child renamed herself on her fifteenth birthday. Mara. It was the old woman's name, a woman who fast lay on a death bed accompanied by her husband. Mara quickly became carer to them, then next of kin as the estate fell upon her shoulders. Mara sold it, along with all the couple owned. Her restless heart kept beating, she could not stay where her world had fallen apart. The town was abandoned by her, she ventured west - to lands green with opportunity.
Only... There was one, itty bitty issue. Mara had no qualifications, not skills. No one would hire an empty headed woman bar the men in back alleys or the killers. Mara chose killers. Training to be an assassin with an assassin who was a strong as boot leather. She admired him, watched herself bloom in his shadow. Together they fought on undaunted by the night. However, her past and what marks had wrought her, still fought at her tail and his glances, Mara took as a sign that affections had gotten too close. Armed with her mask, veil and strength, she escaped in the night and soon was taken in by the Grey companions.
>> more in depth
Personality:She is strong willed, untrustworthy to men and intern they don't trust her. Her hands, drenched in the sweet aroma of blood could tear heart out rather than break them. She has never been loved, doesn't understand its meaning and she feels she never will, the cold brittle nights spent alone only reaffirm that she is indeed alone.
Her times are spent in the shadows, in the background of the Grey companions as to be armed and ready should she be attacked. In most cases, she arms herself with a patch of darkness and always knows where the nearest one is. This makes her seem preoccupied or bored. But that is not so, she is ready to fight your back. Though to gain trust would be hard, her loyalties to you would be immeasurable.
>> physical descriptionHer form is nimble, slight and pale. Beneath her veil - a long blue robe she wears, made of many wedding veils draped across her body to give the illusion that she is a dense brick wall - her body is thin, her hands long and curves only at the hips, her bust is there - but small.
Behind the blue and white mask, with curly silver swirls across its surface, lays two bright yellow eyes. Like the eyes of a cat, they shimmer with a small green tint at the edged of the iris. They, coupled with her soft lips, make her face almost beautiful but -no one has seen what lurks behind that mask, only the faint glimmers of lips and lashes. There are mixed views. Some believe she is beautiful. Some believe she is a monster.
Hair: Black, together it gives the illusion of one solid black wall.
Eyes: Bright yellow cats eyes with tints of green.