Post by Marionette on Mar 15, 2013 19:15:48 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Maria Ashlotte "Marionette" De Rose.
Race: Human.
Age: 19.
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Birthplace: Long gone, long forgotten...
Residence: Transient, she goes wherever she pleases.
Affiliation: Assassins Guild/Ruby.
Occupation: Does killing people count?.
Religion: To the Blight with it all, she's going to Hell anyway.
COMBAT
Class: Rogue
Character Stats:
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Willpower: 1
Magic:
Cunning: 2
Gear:
- Dress I, Dress II, Dress III.
Simple dresses sewn together by Marionette. - Silverite Daggers.
Kept concealed on her thighs in garters.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: An exceptionally beautiful girl, Marionette has the serene look of your typical devoted Chantry girl, she has fair pale skin along with colourless full lips often coated in red and pale blue, ample, child-like eyes rimmed with long lashes - if she were to sit and stare at nothing in particular, one might even mistake her for a doll. Sometimes, even for no simple reason, she could sit at a mirror for hours on end applying make-up onto her lovely face.
Her disheveled blonde hair falls halfway down her back and is somewhat a wavy but thick style, quite often will she use a white ribbon to add to it in as many ways as she can and can sometimes wear it up or french braided - like her make-up, she will spend hours brushing it.
She stands at around 5'4, so she is quite short and not as voluptuous as most women though she does have particular curves in their respected places, she has a slim figure, though not enough to be considered unhealthy, sometimes her body may make her appear sixteen in the eyes of many.
Ironically, Marionette can be seen wearing a most peculiar colour - white. Everything and anything she has ever worn has been white, most noted to symbolized purity... whether she still believes herself to be pure or it being her favourite colour is a mystery. Although she dreams of wearing pretty dresses, she's quite happy with the few she has.
Personality: Although she may appear much like your typical sweet and innocent Chantry girl, looks are the ultimate deceiver - she's a demon dressed as Andraste herself.
Marionette's speech consists of often-strange dialogue and lightly sprinkled with non sequiturs. Her words, although beautifully twisted, she is known to have major disorganized speech, also known as a thought disorder, sometimes interrupting others, going off subject before returning to the subject at hand, and distracted speech.
When she speaks, she'll attempt to enunciate ideas or feelings about another individual, but comes out as evasive or in a diluted form, this also includes persistent repetition of words and ideas, she sometimes won't stop with what she is saying, even if the person she is speaking to asks her a question, it'll be almost impossible to interrupt her, she will also refer to herself a lot and answer her own questions, even substitution of inappropriate words.
Her sanity can also be questioned due to her speech, examples are as follows;
"Everything in my head is singing."
"Miss Elise speaks imprudently... she's a bad girl and will not be invited to the tea party with the other dolls..."
"Do you like roses? I plant them but they always die... everything I put in the ground withers and dies..."
Quite often her behavior is girlish, accompanied by a dark, ironic twist. For instance, when she is happy, she will squeal and laugh like a young child, but she is happiest when committing torture, hunting others, or witnessing mass destruction. She also sometimes exhibits behavior that suggests infantilism, owning and playing with a collection of dolls but keeps them blindfolded, they are possessions she holds dear. She also loves flowers and cute animals, but is not sane enough to care for them...
She can be quite a vain girl unintentionally and is a very jealous one at that, she doesn't see others as people with feelings, but as objects to be used, toys to be played with and broken thus granting a serious "Mine" phase. For example, if she sees something she likes, she will do all she can to have it no matter the cost... and once you're hers, she'll never let you go. If she can't have you...
No one can.
HISTORY
Born into a noble family, Maria was an only child and raised as a firm believer in The Maker and His Bride. Her father, Jacques Cousteau De Rose, was a man respected by all and former entrepreneur as a lad in a successful attempt to own his own estate and land. Her mother, Marie De Rose, was as lovely and as beautiful as Andraste herself even to the point where Maria believed her to be The Maker's Divine Bride... never was there a woman so kind and gentle who taught her daughter to sew and spoiled her with a fine porcelain doll every week.
Maria's life, however, was far from perfect. As respected as her father was, behind closed doors he was someone brutal, a harsh and disciplinary man, an unfair one at that. Every tiny detail bothered him from his food being a little cold to his wife wearing his least favourite colour, each would grant his so-called beloved a harsh slap, two if she whimpered, three if she cried, and a beating if she ever tried to defend herself. Maria grew up witnessing such acts.
The day after she witnessed her mother be raped by her bastard of a father, Marie had commit suicide via drinking poison, leaving her defenseless daughter in the care of Jacques at only seven and in time, she became a substitute for her mother. Forced to cook and clean, Maria missed out on childish activities, should she ever displease him, he would throw one of her dolls into the fire or find other methods of destroying them... each memory she had of her mother soon faded one by one.
Upon reaching her teenage years, she became devoted to The Chantry, praying for guidance to Andraste and despite her father's same beliefs, something foul was stirring deep within him. He believed his daughter to be filth, a slatternous maiden, a disgustingly beautiful yet promiscuous nymphet. And so it had happened, at the age of thirteen, he--her own father, his very blood within her own veins... he forced a forbidden taboo upon the poor little cherub.
It went on for two years and a single word was never uttered, the tears stopped falling and the pain soon faded away, she was numb. And so, when she turned fifteen, her constant comatose-like state, her unsociable behavior and the rumors in which were spread about the 'little under-aged whore' were spread, allowing her father to land her into a sanitarium to avoid any future accusations or punishment.
For three years she remained within the facility, seeming much like a lost cause... nothing could be done for her, her unsociable behavior soon grew into something far more worse. The memories plagued her thoughts, the events added to her nightmares... the more she thought of it, the more her sanity began to slip away... and then, as if by some miracle.
She was cured.
At eighteen her father collected her, instantly she knew he had not changed, as they walked home fellow friends of her father's gave him sympathetic looks and her glares of disgust. Then, just like that, he was back to his usual ways. He threw her onto his bed, his words which would've made her sick before now made her smile... however, the smile was unsettling unbeknownst to her father. As he advanced further, near reaching his target, Maria had pulled out a knife she had concealed on her and stabbed her father in his throat, in a fit of insanity she stabbed deeper and deeper, again and again as she cried out, allowing him to choke on his own blood though making sure he felt as much pain as possible before he died.
And so it was done. She was free of him, though there had never been a moment where she thought herself cured, it was all a guise... and they believed it.
It was then during the night, her home had 'accidentally' caught fire and was reduced to ash in the morning, both Maria and her father were believed to be dead.
But she was far from it.
All around Thedas she found ways to alter her appearance, using make-up and other resources to make others see her for what she truly was not. Her so-called 'nymphet' ways were forever etched in her mind along with the lust for revenge, Maria dropped her true name and soon became Marionette, due to her love for dolls and puppets... and her methods of killing. Her targets would be older noblemen, she'd slip into various roles, posing as a vast amount of personas just to lure the men to bed and sleep with her before killing them while they slept, sometimes even during sex.
Their bodies would be hung from the ceilings, hooks in their arms, legs and the back of their necks before carving into their flesh with words such as 'Dirty old men never to be seen again...' or 'Filth/Scum/Pervert/etc.'
Marionette was slowly but surely losing her mind with each passing day, and in all honesty, she was truly happy... though something was missing from her life.
A few days after she had hit nineteen, Marionette's own personal desires occurred to her, she found herself becoming needy, wanting to quench her thirst for a sense of want and lust... perhaps even love. She wanted someone, she needed someone... someone to play with, someone to take care of her... a toy, she missed her dolls dearly... she needed a new toy!
Her withdrawal sent her to the brink of madness, until one day... she noticed someone. A woman. A female. A sight to be seen. It was this woman's beauty that captivated her, Marionette pictured herself painting those beautiful lips, tending to this life sized doll's pale skin, and brushing her oh-so lovely hair. Marionette had never wanted anything so badly in all her life, for all her looks and body, she was still mentally a child and developed a 'Mine' phase, only this was no phase. This was obsession. Possession.
Jealousy so great, so strong and overwhelming filled what was left of her broken heart as she noticed this woman, this perfect creature... on the arm of such a vile abomination! She needed to be free of his taint! And so, a plan was made...
On one eventful yet misunderstood night, Marionette had broken into their home, interrupting what she believed to be their 'love-making' regardless of whether the woman seemed distressed or not, she tied her up and slapped her once for no reason, at least... to this woman there was none, but to Marionette she felt already betrayed by this woman whom had never noticed her.
In a fit of rage and anguish, Marionette mercilessly killed the woman's lover, killing him the same way she killed every other and began to write a word into his flesh with a small knife, and that word was...
Vile.
Ever since that incident, Marionette had won, she owned this woman now... she was her new little dolly...
And no one was going to take her away.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Lyaera.
Contact: PM Lyaera Account.
Roleplay Experience: 8+ Years.
Language(s): English.
How did you find us?: Narnia...o.o
Roleplay Sample:
Password: Divine.
