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Feb 06, 2011 19:58

OOC;
name: Lizzie
age: 17
experience: roleplaying on this account for the better part of a year with an AU community; playing OCs elsewhere before that
e-mail: fishfishbat@gmail.com

IC;
nation:

name: Marie Sevoy
nickname(s): Mary, that one, crazy fish girl Nicknames? What nicknames? She doesn't have any what are you talking about AHAHAHA
age: 20
date of birth: 27th of June, 1991
hometown: Victoria (Seychelles)
occupation: unemployed
residence: none as of yet
family: Mother: dead. Grandparents on mother's side: dead. Everyone else: unknown.

first impression: Who was that girl?!


The 10
1. Marie was raised almost entirely by her grandfather. Ever since she can remember, he was the one to care for her, to get her up in the morning, feed her, tell her stories, brush her hair, and tell her what not to touch. He died about a year ago, leaving her with an empty house on Seychelles and no clues as to what to do next. It's changing her slowly, inside and out.

2. Marie has an insanely complicated interesting family history.  Her grandmother on her mother's side was a woman of questionable occupation when she met her grandfather, a Somalian bored with his small life.  They ran together to the then-colony of Seychelles, got married, and had a baby.  They lived relatively peaceful lives despute the British-French rivalry that had the Seychelles government constantly wavering between the two until the grandmother died in her sleep and their daughter caught the eye of some (most likely French) visior.  Marie's grandfather refused to tell her about her father and she never asked her mother before she died, so Marie knows nothing of him aside from the fact he was better off than they were and he didn't stay.  A few years after Marie was born her mother became sick with a mysterious ilness.  For some reason of which Marie is not aware they went to France to have her treated.  Her mother died despite the Frech care and she moved back to Seychelles with her grandfather, where she has lived until he died.

3.  Marie has strange tastes.  Not only does she love love love LOVE anything with fish, she also loves food that would make most people loose faith in the sanity of the culinary world  (which she can tell you honestly was a complete myth to begin with.)  Ketchup and brussel sprouts, potato skins with frog, custard and fish sticks, and marinated bat snout are all things she has volunteered to try.  However, Marie has an excelent sense of taste.  She may try everything that makes other people cringe when they see it on a menu, but if she likes it it's worth a try.

4. Marie has travleled around the world quite a bit, collecting little pieces of it along the way.  She has photos of the Parthenon, a fish carving from Japan, a doll from Sudan, a bracelet from Romania, a (very good) coat from Siberia, an odd beaver cup from the midwest of America, a wooden pendant from the Amazon, and tarot cards from Italy.  But her favorite place to visit is France, as evidenced by much of her wardrobe.  It's like a second home to her, not just because it's where she spent much of her life at an impresionable age. She loves the country and the people, even if they sniff at her accent.

5. Marie has a remarkable BS meter.  Perhaps it merely comes from a long time knowing Francis, or perhaps she was born with it.  Whatever the reason, she tends to keep it under wraps.  She doesn't like being lied to but every time she calls someone out she feels like she's hurt them and consequentally keeps her mouth shut most of the time.  This rule does not apply when she's furious; then is the time when every lie she remembers you telling comes pouring out.

6. Marie is not new to romamce.  She's had quite a few boyfriends, a few kisses, even *gasp* sex!  Yet she cannot claim to have ever been in love.  This is mostly because she sets high standards but also because she's a little flighty.  She has some shadows connected to love that she has even yet to realize are there.  Anyone who seriously chooses her is in for a little bit of rough sailing.

7. Marie has two opposite edges of her personality: sweet and furious.  In sweet mode, she is excitable, empathetic and willing to politely overlook a lot of small things.  If you bother her enough she becomes FURIOUS.  All her tact evaporates and she simply says all the angry things her mind.  It takes her a while to calm down afterwards.  The switch between the two can be almost instantaneous and rather frightning.  Just be glad she doesn't hold grudges!

8. Marie has a bit of an occult fetish.  She hides it because she thinks it's nerdy (not to mention the conflict it has with her Roman Catholic upbringing), but when it comes down to it she really does believe in magic.  She keeps a spellbook (mostly full of curses, her specialty), a deck of tarot cards and a good supply of chalk hidden away in the backs of closets and the bottoms of bags.  The one thing she does not believe in is creatures like faeries and unicorns.  I mean, really, everyone knows that your ancestor's ghost makes things fly across the room, not pixies.

9. Marie swims all the time, at least an hour a day. Now that she's no longer living in an archipelago Marie has had to substitute a daily dip in the ocean with things like biking and YMCAs. It still means she has quite a bit of muscle on her small body, not to mention how she's strengthened her lungs. Regardless, if she doesn't manage to get in that hour.... well, you don't really want to be around then.

10. Marie has known Francis ever since her first visit to France.  He's remained one of her best friends ever since, keeping in contact with him through both their travels.  In recent years she had been spending more and more time with her grandfather on Seychelles and consequently less and less time keeping in contact.  Now that her grandfather's dead Marie's looking for Francis, if only to know something familiar.

The Secret
When Marie was little she, like most other little children, was asked what she wanted to do when she grew up. If the option of "fish" was rejected she would have no idea and no real concerns.   Now she's at an age where she's not only expected to know what she's going to do but work at it, an age when the world opens up and asks where she wants to go.  Yet Marie still has no idea what she's supposed to do.  There are a thousand things she could choose and like, but nothing calls her. She's floundering in all the possibilities.

Sample

Her head jerked upright at the announcer rang out over the speakers of the train station. She ran her fingers through her hair distractedly, pulling out her drooping ribbons and letting her tangled hair fall down her back in a big knot of hair. Sighing, Marie grabbed her one suitcase and made her way over to the bathroom. After much sweat and tears her hair was forced into submission by her brush and pulled back into two curly ponytails tied with red ribbons. She stared at herself in the mirror. A sleepy, fragile-looking twentysomething who still wore her hair in the same hairstyle as she had when she was five blinked back at her. So she pulled a face.

Twenty minutes later she sat by the window the train with her boots slowly slipping off the opposite seat, her temple pressed to the cool glass and arms crossed over her abdomen. The cold light of dawn flickered at her through the trees, then shone out over the hills once again. The land was full of mud, evergreens and skeleton trees. She breathed out slowly, fogging the glass. “And I thought America was supposed to be the land of plenty.” She snorted and smiled with the corners of her mouth. “Liberty... what kind of name is that anyway?”

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