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So. arielchan's decided to start a Mary Sue meme, and I can't resist anything that requires playing around with cartoon doll makers. Thus:
1. Go to the Elouai doll maker
2. Make an ordinary doll of yourself and save it.
3. Take that doll and, leaving a couple things (nose, eyebrows, whatever) the same, Mary Sue yourself. Make the most blatant Mary Sue you can conceive.
4. Post "Before" and "After" in your LJ. Bonus points if your Sue has a backstory of some sort.
Me on a bad hair day. Terrifyingly accurate.
Me on a good hair day, if I... y'know, looked like a cartoon.
The Photo Album of Cleolinda Jones
Oh, poor little Cleo Jones. I am an orphan, so poor and so alone! But guess what? Some weird guy with a long beard stops by my cardbox box one day and tells me that I'm really a princess and I've got a huge fortune waiting for me! My real name is Principessa Cleolinda Susannah Serenity Gwynhwyfar Titania Scheherezade Violetta Raven Melisande Jones. That's right--I'm CLEO SUE. Oh, and I'm also a witch/animagus/metamorphagus and going to Hogwarts, whee, go me, etc.
Oh, look! I've just been sorted into Sparklypoo! See, I'm wearing their colors! Also, I have learned to transmogrifiwhatamahoo my hair into totally awesome new styles and shades.
I am the foxiest student in the land, yo.
We're mourning some dead guy named--Bumblesnore? I didn't catch the name.
I'm still not sure what all that's about.
My first trip to Hogsmeade! All the shopkeepers fall instantly in love with me and let me have whatever I want--free!
I get chosen to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Oh no! I must swim to the bottom of the lake to save small drowning children! But it's okay! I'm part mermaid!
The only first-year to ever go to the winter dance! I went with the cutest seventh-year ever. We went steady for about forty-five minutes, and it was awesome. Then he asked me to marry him, and I said, Tcha! I've got so many other boys to date! So then he went and killed himself. It was real, real tragic, and everyone felt sooooo sorry for me.
My outfit matches the colors of the potion I have to concoct for the final! I am so studious, y'all.
They love me so much at Honeydukes that they've given me a summer job! I get all the free sweets that I want!
Here I am, going undercover second year as the youngest Death Eater ever. I captured everyone, including Lord Wossname, and brought all the people he killed back to life with my amazing powers! I am so awesome.
Headmistress McGonagall was trying to crack down on people breaking the dress code, but she let me wear my jeans because they were just that rad. And hey, Sparklypoo is generally exempt from, you know, rules and stuff anyway. By the end of the year, they just let me skip all my exams anyway!
Here I am, queen of the prom. Before I came to Hogwarts, not only did they not have a prom queen, they didn't even have a prom. But now they do, just for me! I couldn't choose, and I didn't want anyone to die,
so I went with all the boys.
So instead of going to third year, they told me that I was so awesomely powerful that I should just start teaching! I'm the youngest teacher ever! Here's my first day as Professor Jones!
But soon, they had a greater need for my skills. Here's me a few months later, the youngest Auror ever.
This is my favorite auring outfit.
No, wait--I think this one is. The handbag totally matches my violet eyes.
Here I am, a bridesmaid at Hermione's wedding. She was going to marry Harry, but he fell in love with me,
so she had to settle for Ron.
This is the outfit I was wearing when Professor Lupin asked me out. I'm not sure what Professor Tonks was so mad about, though. Probably just jellus that she can't transmogrify her hair as good as I can. And then Gwen Stefani apparated out of nowhere and told me that I must join her tour, as my style is totally B-A-N-A-O-M-G-W-T-F.
But of course she trips on her platform stiletto Mary Janes and falls off the stage
and I have to take over for the rest of the tour.
And everyone loves me! I'm a stah.
Here I am with my Cleolicious Couture clothing line!
Now I'm a model!
Ah, fame. It's so unsatisfying, somehow. Only fifteen, and already I'm, like,
questioning my place in the universe, and stuff.
I know! I will go on a spiritual quest, to enlighten my soul and... uh... learn shit.
Ah, here I am in the wilds of Japanistan.
I'm the best student at the Harajuku Temple for the Kawaii Arts. The Llama says I'm a new carnation of someone, but I always thought I was more of a perfect, perfect rose, myself.
In fact, I'm so good, I think they decided to worship me as a lotus goddess or something.
In the process, I learn more about my heritage! Apparently I'm also part elf (and... Hawaiian?)
part royalty...
part angel...
part veela and part centaur...
part fairy...
part butterfly...
and part... furry?
Here I am, saving the universe as some kind of time warrior. Good times.
I may be Queen of the Universe in this picture, I can't really remember.
Isn't this great? I've ascended straight from the mortal plane into the heavens,
where I smile beneficently upon you all. And look really, really good.