Post by Marie Susana Testarossa on Jan 31, 2011 2:28:26 GMT -5
Marie Testarossa
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NICKNAMES: //[/color] Mary; Mary Sue
AGE: //[/color] 17
DATE OF BIRTH: //[/color] 01. April
GENDER: //[/color] F
ALIGNMENT: //[/color] Neutral
OCCUPATION: //[/color] Student
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HEIGHT: //[/color] 160cm
WEIGHT: //[/color] 49kg
EYE COLOR: //[/color] Green
HAIR COLOR: //[/color] Gold-Blond(e)
PIERCINGS: //[/color] None
TATTOOS: //[/color] None
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: //[/color] Scar on her throat; usually wears a scarf or other things to cover it
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- Forgiving
- Marie is not someone who would hold a grudge. She can become angry like other people, but usually can withstand some physical and mental punishment before getting really angry, and even then she can cool off fast. Some might think that she is just a stupid oddball and a good punching bag. But although a part of it might really seem that way, her threshold is high, but not unlimited. She still has a functional instinct of survival and would protect herself.
- Worry-Wart
- She can feel the pain of others, and can feel herself into them. Considering that she had her own share of troubles in the recent past, this might be easy to understand. Marie does not like to see others in pain, less to see them in a situation similar to hers. This goes as far as worrying about strangers, even if there is absolutely no need to. Eventually to an overbearing degree.
- Stubborn
- She used to be quite haughty and arrogant. Actually close to a bad person, or at least uncaring. Those traits have all been wiped from her personality to some extent, but it does not mean that there are not some remaining fragments left behind. Marie dislikes not being able to do something or being told what she should do. Although she would not start a quarrel, she would quite annoyingly insist on her stand point and is also too proud to take help easily. At times she might forget about her own limits. Yet she is not as overconfident that it might boarder on insanity.
- Helpful Oddball
- Marie likes to help. She is actually quite helpless herself, but if there is something she can do to cheer something up or just help in general, she would do it. Sometimes even with things that would make people sweatdrop. The young woman is clearly an oddball in this regard.
- Detective McMary
- The ex singer always had a great interest in the work of her father and detective novels. Being one of the few remaining things that she loved and still can do, she reads them with a zealous vigor, and adds this into Real Life. She has a keen eye for details, a good memory and is an expert stalker! -cough- Well, she is good at tailing people, and has done so repeatedly, although not for private reasons.
- Curious
- Curiosity got the cat. This could be the perfect line for her, as it was partly the reason for her damaged vocal cords. Although some worry resounds in her actions, it would not be correct to say that she actually learned her lesson. She is in general quite interested in almost anything.
- Mild Agraphobia (and a little Androphobia)
- Marie is scared of men. She tries her best to ignore this and is stubborn and proud enough to remain seated, but it could happen that she will freeze up, begin to tremble, while tears of fear stroll down her cheeks. She would not run away from them, is able to smile quite fine around them and can also stay in the same room as them. Her fear only surfaces upon direct contact, and even then not fully. Also only on some men that remind her of the person who had hurt her badly in the past.
LIKES: //[/color]
Detective Novels
Dogs
Guns
Drawing
Music
Ice Cream
DISLIKES: //[/color]
Spicy Food (a bit painful)
Running out of paper
Scary men
Pain
Bullying
STRENGTHS: //[/color] Marie is to some extent tough and quite talented. She has a good memory and is quite receptive with a good IQ and EQ. The blonde weirdo also has a good sense of rhythm and knows how to use smaller firearms (not that she carries one). Has prana circuits.
WEAKNESSES: //[/color] She can't speak anymore. She has some issues to be touched by some men, and she certainly is a stubborn glutton when it comes to ice cream. She is sometimes zoning out, and if bored really lacking concentration. Can't make any use of prana~
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MY LINEAGE: //
The Testarossa Family is roughly 860 years old, albeit by countless names. They had always taken care in choosing carefully to keep the power, but were never careful in keeping an intact family and it often happened that the most gifted were actually taken in by other families. The fact that the females of the family were usually the more gifted ones, leaving the males usually stuck with a lower amount of prana circuits did not help much. (Sorcery Trait: Unnamed []Because they don't boast of that embarrassing trait and are not certain about it[]; The family always runs on a duality principle. Families usually have two kids, a male and a female. The female has more circuits. The effect carries on through following generations, despite the male obviously having worse circuits.)
This kept going on until the last generation, when one of the members, an only child refused to marry a magus, stubborn to no comparison and headstrong enough to attempt keeping the family running. The only way to do this was marrying someone who did not care for family name, and this was as unpleasant as it could be for the young Testarossa, none other than a normal human being. Love was found, but her attempt at the clock tower was less successful. Boasting more pride, than skill, only a superficial mask of strive for knowledge, while thinking that she already knew anything was only a hindrance to her ambition. When her son was born, she pressed all her hopes for glory on him, and started his personal hell. The crest is fairly old and well maintained with circuits, but they hardly ever had the chance to study seriously, making the number of spells comparatively low. The mother for instance also did not bother to improve the crest. The last known generation had around 360 prana in total (with crest)
MY HISTORY: //[/color]
Marie was born into a rather wealthy family. Her father a successful lawyer. She was quite talented since birth and well loved, given the name of Marie to indicate how blessed those two father and mother were. Yet, she was actually not the first child, but had an older brother, who seemed to have more of a problem to keep up with the demands of the family. Especially his mother, who held a big secret away from her father taught some secrets to the eldest son and was more than just displeased about his incompetence, albeit calling him inapt was not true. The mother's expectations were just too high. Something in her youth had turned her into a success oriented woman with no other care in the World. Everyone and everything was only a tool for her ambitions. This did not mean that she did not like her children, but her view was distorted, and she remained oblivious of the suffering she caused with her crude behavior.
Although Marie had to fulfill the mother's desires in another direction, she might have had it easier than her sibling. She actually liked what she was doing and took up acting and singing lesson. This did not necessarily influence the bond between the siblings positively and the gap just grew. They did not spend any time together, and the mother only seen as a teacher or manager. But her hobby helped her through her loneliness. Aiming for a special goal would in some people's eyes cast doubt and jealousy upon them, alienating a foreign subject, like Mary in school. That her father constantly had to work on his wife's demands of suing people who had badmouthed her or might have badmouthed her in the past were by no means helpful either. ..The Nickname Mary Sue was born, but she ignored the teasing, swallowed up the tears and countered it with arrogance, looking down at other human beings.
This also began to reflect in her career, and when she had finally managed to get a contract with a CD Label, her personality had taken a change to the worse. But even if she was a Diva, somehow the old friendly girl still remained alive within the hardened shell and showed itself when she began to sang. Maybe this sadness, but also the joy, which of course depended on the song, were protruding her songs and captivating the audience. Unfortunately, she was only able to climb a few rungs on that ladder, before they broke apart and her greatest dream shattered to pieces like the frail image she had thought to be herself.
During a night, the door was open and she found the corpses of her brother and mother. Although she should have known that something was wrong, called the police or at least her father, Marie carelessly walked inside the room and thought about solving the reason for this herself. Yet it was not just that. She was certainly also under shock. Who could stay completely unfazed when a close relative was dead in front of you, even if their relation had not been the best. Seconds later, a big hand was wrung around her small neck and pushed her down. She was fighting for her life, her dignity.
The struggle seemed to continue for an eternity for the young girl, unable to get the upper hand in the ground combat against the much bigger, much heavier assailant. But somehow she survived, when she awoke in the hospital, it felt like a bed dream. Her memory remains hazy even today. Scarred for life, not only her mind would carry a big scar, but her body as well. She had awoken from a bad dream to land in another. Although the doctors' had been able to save her life, they were less able to restore what was destroyed, and the big horrid scar decorating her throat would remain as an eternal reminder of that day.
Marie could not speak, less sing any longer, and she also learned that her father was brave in the court, but scared to face his own family. Not once had he bothered to visit the heart broken woman in the hospital, perhaps because she resembled his dead wife too well, or reasons completely unknown. Months passed and she healed as much as she could. Unable to face her own life, well aware that she was also just running away, Marie moved to the home country of her mother, Italy, and began to live alone in the house that once belonged to her mother's family, now empty, yet still in proper shape, while her father remained in France.
Only a year had passed since making her tragic memories and changing her name to her mother's, Marie Susana Testarossa decided with a heavy heart to attempt and go to school, the pencil held tightly in her small palm, trembling with fright and anticipation.
MY GOALS: //[/color] Finding a new goal in life, otherwise unfortunately none.
Circuits: // [/color] 25*12Prc (crest) 11*12Prc (inborn) = Total 432 Prana
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EXPERTISE: //[/color]
- Shooting: Able to use a handgun at short range, without getting hurt herself (Does not carry one though)
- Singing: Or rather theoretical knowledge of singing. She could even help someone to improve their abilities and is one with a so called 'Perfect Pitch'. She also could sing well in the past, but now she can't even talk anymore.
- Dancing: A good sense of rhythm and moving to music. She is not an extreme talented break dancer or super acrobat, but still very good in new and also more traditional forms of dancing, yet only a bit of ballet.
- Detective: Good sense of logical analysis and combination, learned to follow people undetected and to read foot prints. She also has a good memory, but has no extraordinary or super kind of memorizing ability.
PLAYER'S NAME: //[/color] Arturia; Shion
FACE CLAIM: //[/color] Marie, Dies Irae
OTHER CHARACTERS: //[/color] Celestina Barbieri; Alexandra R.v.E; Luviagelita Edelfelt; Aya Howard; Mordred; Brynhildr; Tamamo; Ogier
MISC. INFORMATION: //[/color] Family has a secret and one sided rivalry with the 'Ritter von Ehre' Family; Has no spells or knowledge about magic (more endangered than normal people thanks to curiosity and circuits; Can't speak.
Vision of her father:
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