"The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls." -Sylvia Plath

Name:
Marilee Eleni Laikos

Nickname:
Mar, Mari, MEL (her initials)

Birth Date:
November 23

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heteroflexible (Mostly guys, but sometimes girls peak her interest)

In Depth Appearance:
At first glance, Marilee looks a bit like an angsty metal-head who shares closets with a thrift-shop-visiting hipster. But under the dark eye shadow, long wild hair and ruddy lipstick is a rather pretty girl. She has big blue eyes so pale they almost look like moonlight on a mirror’s surface. Her nose is small and pert framed by full cheeks and rather high cheekbones. Her mouth, usually hidden by odd shades (sometimes weird pale cream colors, sometimes muddy browned reds) of lipstick, is full and resembles a lovely little bud, which can blossom if you ever get her to smile. Her skin, though not as pale as her mother’s, is fair and perfectly smooth. On the back of her neck is a tattoo she has of a triple face woman (her mother, visage and all) surrounded by the harvest moon. In the middle of her back is Hekabe, her mother’s mastiff canine servant, who holds a torch in her mouth and whose collar is adorned with her mother’s symbol.

Clothing Style: She looks best in dark clothes, in her own opinion, though deep wine reds and off-white dresses also suit her. Marilee likes to sleep in long white nightgowns, bit most of her other clothing is pretty normal. Jackets over hoodies and thrift store shirt (that she’s modified) over t-shirts is how she usually rolls. Just because she doesn’t have much money, doesn’t mean she can’t look rockin’. She doesn’t wear pants much, but if she does it is usually jeans or black pants with a particularly gothic-sense to them. Boots with just a little bit of heel to them are her preferred shoe, though she also likes flats. As for formal wear... well, she doesn’t really have anything for that. She’d probably swing by the closest thrift shop and grab a dark colored dress with some sleeve to it (she hates her shoulders showing). Marilee also always wears the mismatching jewelry that looks ancient and tarnished, but treasured and beloved. Her mother’s pendent is always around her neck and her father’s ring has been fitted to hand just above it on a strip of leather.

Likes:

• Gardening, Cooking, Having Tea
• Rock, Metal, Indie, and Classical Music
• Her Aunt and Uncle.
• A winter evening with hot chocolate near a fire.
• An autumn afternoon in a clearing, in a forest...
• Reading, Sewing, Drawing.

Dislikes:

• Being unable to control her powers.
• Bullies, Arrogance, and Destructive Creeps.
• Being unable to help people.
• Having to always be in control of her emotions.
• Horror movies
• Math

Fears:

• Losing control so bad it hurts someone.
• Tiny cramped spaces.
• Lightning.

Habits:

• Forgetting to color her eyebrows darker so they actual show up on her face.
• Making things float around her or bursting light bulbs when she get upset.
• Biting her nails.
• Taking things too seriously.

Personality:


Quiet and reserved, Marilee doesn’t make moves to interact with other much. She’s always been nervous about getting too close to people who can’t defend themselves properly against her magic. Perhaps she is more like her father than her Goddess mother on the inside. She is rather gentle and tries to avoid confrontations, but do not think she is weak. Her inner strength, just like it was in her father, makes her stronger than anyone will ever know. Her magic, though imposing and often thought of as dark, she always tries to keep a balance within herself. Dark and Light, always equal. This is something Marilee tries to live by.

But it can be difficult. With her powers so closely tied to her emotional state, sometimes bad things happen when she can’t keep it all bottled in. Her anxiety steams from the pressure of being on a knife’s edge all the time. But things like tea and meditations usually help her relax. It also helps to listen to wild music, letting the musicians go wild for her almost. She can’t help but admire people who are passionate and honest about their feelings. It makes her guilty sometimes, when she can’t be like that.

She is always planning out every move she makes or every thing she says. It is as though she feels she needs to. While her mother represents so much raw freedom, the gifts she passed onto her daughter have only created chains around the girl’s heart. Appearing cold and standoffish at first, it saddens her that this is how she feels she must be to protect people for herself. But once someone gets close enough to her that she feels she can be more herself, they’ll find a kind and gentle person with stubborn loyalty and protective care.



Background:
Marilee was born to a rather small family in a low-middle class town. Her father was a flower shop owner who had his own herb garden and two dogs. Her aunt and uncle lived next door and helped him look after his…unique daughter. In school, Marilee was always approached cautiously; her unsettling eyes just the surface of peculiarities. She was clever and tried to stay out of trouble, but one day a little blonde girl decided to make her the class target of ridicule. She told Marilee that the reason her mother left her was because she was ugly and odd.

For a child, this was one of the most hurtful things in the world. So she started to cry. And as she cried, her eyes started to glow an eerie red color. All the lights in the classroom burst and the little girl’s hair started to float around her. When she screamed at the blonde girl that she was wrong, she thought of the absolute worst thing a toddler could thing of. And her thought came true. The little blonde girl cowering before her went bald.

The outburst was odd enough to get her moved to another class, but explained away as a freak accident. The little girl who went bald? Well, she obviously was sick, nothing more, nothing less. Her father, aunt and uncle however knew the truth. They all looked so disappointed and sad. So Marilee, little young thing that she was, decided that she would never ‘do bad things like that’ ever again. Soon after her father died in a car accident and the little girl was sent next door to live with her kindly aunt and uncle.

Middle school and High school made that pretty difficult. Raging hormones, mixing with deep magic, and put on the flames of being the school freak? It was a potent little potion that was always difficult to keep from boiling over. When light bulbs burst or windows cracked or things just went a little crazy, Marilee was looked at with suspicion. No one could ever prove it, but they all saw the weird molten color her eyes could turn when she got too upset. The teachers could explain everything after the accidents, but everyone in school knew that when the freaky witch girl glowed, something bad was going to happen. And you’d think they’d learn to leave her alone.

But no, they didn’t. And when her classmates started to get frantic, she darted right out of school. The images of all the horrified face of anyone who had ever seen her ‘uniqueness’ flashed in front of her eyes. No one else had these things happening to them. No one else talked to ghost and could make thing levitate or burst. Freak. She was a freak!

The ground around her seemed to sway and she fell. Had she run that far? She was already deep in the dark woods that bordered the town. She should of just been able to look over her shoulder and see the school from past the tree-line, but instead all she saw was more forest. Panic engulfed her. Her aunt and uncle always cautioned her to stay in town. There were wolves in the woods, and they were hungrier than ever this year. She could see it now: High School Student Gets Devoured By Wolves – High School Students Rejoice At Good Fortune!

But the sensation of someone’s hand on her head replaced her panic with warmth. Like the memory of her mother… Silver mist that usually stuck so close to the Nebraskan forest floor pooled around her. It built up in one are, till the form a woman shimmer through. Like moonlight melting into soft shadows, the woman’s form materialized. Her eyes burned like torches in the deepest night, her hair was dark as midnight shadows, her skin pale like the moon. She was beautiful. And her face looked familiar.

It was like a more beautiful, powerful and peaceful version of her own face. I, Hecate, Mother of Moonlight and Mist, Shadow and Sorcery, am you’re mother, Marilee, the words whispered all around her, a musical sound so familiar the girl almost wept. It was the same tone as something from her memories. The memory of the day at her father’s funeral, when her mother had held her and stroked her hair and whispered comforting words in her ear.

“Mother,” Marilee’s voice was a strangled sob, but somehow she knew that in her mother’s presence ‘bad things’ would happen. The serene smile on the beautiful Goddess’s face sent a comforting ease through the teenage girl, like warm water mixing with her anxious blood.

You are the daughter of Hecate, her mother’s voice wrapped around her like a warm embrace, You are not a ‘freak’, but a Demi-Goddess, My Moonbeam. Never let them tell you otherwise. The beautiful shining figure raised a delicate hand and made a small graceful motion with her fingers. A dog trudged through the dark forest, a mastiff by the sheer size of the creature, and stopped before them. Hekabe shall be you’re guide to town, the divine voice whispered around her, as if coming from every shadow the forest held, When you are ready, I shall send you another message, My Marilee. You shall know when it is time, for Hekabe shall deliver it to you. Go now, Sweetling, and never be afraid to call to me, for I shall always hear you.

And slowly, with a loving smile, the visage of her mother in mist dissipated. The dog, who Marilee strongly suspected was far more than mere mortal animal, led her home, sure and straight as an arrow. The noble creature even stuck around a while to receive a nice cut of brown sugar ham Marilee had been saving in the fridge. Hekabe even let Marilee scratch behind her ears while she devour the tasty reward.

And it wasn’t very long that she had to wait from another visit of her divine mother’s loyal and noble familiar. The message was delivered on the eve of Samhain, a beautiful pendent tied to a very old tome with lovely silver ribbon. When the ribbon was untied (and Hekabe getting plenty of tasty meaty treats) it turned to mist in the moonlight. The silver mist formed words that informed Marilee that she was to enter a school for children of Gods and Goddesses, where she could learn better control and use of her powers. Telling her aunt and uncle, who celebrated with her, they all feasted that night. Even Hekabe stuck around for the festivities.

Extra: Marilee considers herself Wiccan, and respects all the Gods, but her favorites are Eros and Hades…

Godly Parent: Hecate

Relationship With Godly Parent:
They are distant, but she respects and admires her mother. Hecate was around every so often, but usually as an illusion or something untouchable. Hopefully whatever lucky offspring she spent more time with in tangible form appreciates it. But it was mostly her father who raised her, and her aunt and uncle later on after her father died. Hecate only once came to her in physical form and that was at her father’s funeral. The memory of her mother petting her head as she cried is something precious to Marilee. Perhaps they can have a closer relationship now that she isn’t running away from who she is.

Godly Abilities:
Magic – This were being born female gave Marilee a bit more of an advantage. Since she is a girl, her magic is strong, tied to her feminine demi-goddess soul. Some of the things she can will to do are minor compared to her mother and previous daughters of Hecate (like the old Greek rumor of one being Circe). She can make thing levitate, she can make things explode, she can speak words to summon small flames and she can even whisper words to coax mist. Marilee can also go through extensive rituals and spell-working to create potions, charms and hexes to influence thing to occur, but they are often rather weak. For example her ‘love charm’ are more ‘he looked at me today!’ charms, and her ‘healing potions’ are more like ‘well it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before’ potions. The magic is so tied with her emotions that she really has to feel it or will it for it to work. And she’s a pretty hesitant and hesitant person…

Ghosts - While most mortals call it ‘psychic’ or being a ‘medium’, it’s just plain normal for Marilee to have little chats with the wandering dead. The strength of communication depends on the strength of the soul, but she can concentrate to get a better ‘connection’ so to speak. Something she can also do is a summoning of a specter from the afterlife, though she has to preform a ritual with something that belonged to them. And it doesn’t always work. Just like a phone call, ghosts can decide not to answer a summons.

Name: Cy (yeah, cuz of the one eye, thanks for pointing it out)

Age: 19

Appearance:


Faction: newly made ex-Gamer

Personality: Temperamental, Snarky, Secretive, Soft Hearted, Vengeance Driven

Backstory: As RP goes on

Skills: She may not look like much but her short build gives her advantages. Advantage Uno: Protect yer goods, cuz she will take dirty shots with those brass knuckles and steel toed boots. Advantage B: She's quick and low to the ground so gettin' yer hands on her is hard. Advantage III: She doesn't have to be a good shot tah get you with her shot gun. As for more practical stuff, her one good eye is pretty darn observant, maybe making up for only havin' one or whatever. Nothing escapes her sight. She has, uh, connections too, but don't ask who they are if you want yer info, yah hear? She also seems to still have her hands in some hush-hush trading, but yah better keep yer mouth shut.

Equipment/Weapons: Shot Gun, Couple of knives, steel toed boots, brass knuckles

Character Quirks: Don't mention the eye unless you want to lose one of yer own. No parent talkin' either. Nail biter. Has a fondness for her food to be on the rawer side of things.

Legacy: The Golden Girl/Red She-Hulk Legacy

WW II Predecessor: Elizabeth "Betsy/Betty" Ross Mace aka Golden Girl
Red She-Hulk (also named Betty Ross, then Betty Talbot, and finally Betty Banner) was their grand niece and is her mother.
Name: Kayon Elizabeth "Lizzie" Ross

Alias: Krush

Relationship to Predecessor: Great-Great-Grand Niece to Golden Girl and Daughter to Red She-Hulk

Age: 22

Powers/Skills/Equipment: As Red She-Hulk, she possesses superhuman strength, endurance and durability. She also has a healing factor enabling her to recover from virtually any injury – even when her more vulnerable human form is on the brink of death – as long as she transforms before her body expires. Because she was born while her mother was Red She-Hulk, it is difficult for her to revert to a human form.

Weaknesses: Intense radiation reverses her state and makes her an unpowered human.

Appearance:


Predecessor's History:
Elizabeth "Betsy" Ross played a pivotal role in the life of Earth's greatest hero Captain America. A government agent during the course of World War II she later became the costumed hero known as Golden Girl and fought alongside the wartime replacements of Captain America over the years.

As Red She-Hulk, Betty, Golden Girl's grand niece, joined Hulk, Skaar, A-Bomb, and Korg in their fight against the Abomination, as well as a Zom-possessed Doctor Strange, and the forces of Amatsu-Mikaboshi. After the Chaos War saga Betty again goes on the run, with Bruce who discovered that her gamma levels are unstable and that if she transforms just a few more times, she may be permanently stuck in her Red She-Hulk form.

BRIEF Bio:
While her mother was on the run as Red She-Hulk and very very married to Bruce Banner, a sort of passionate love-them-and-leave-them affair happened. It was brief, destructive and ignored till Kayon came around. Named for the Indonesian area in which she was born, the large and strong red-skinned child was left in the care of islanders.

Her mother sent letters, but as people usually prone to do with unwanted memories, Kayon was forgotten about. Without knowledge of who her birth father was, the young girl grew up resenting her family. Until a retired Golden Girl showed up. The woman didn't tell her she was family, but stayed with her and taught her more about herself than any letter from her mother ever had.

But when the third world war broke out, Betsy Ross told her great-great-grand niece everything. About how her nephew turned himself into the Red Hulk just to fight her mother's husband, the green-skinned Hulk. And how that awful fate had been thrust upon Kayon's mother. And now it was born into Kayon herself. But instead of lamenting her cruel fate, the old woman also told her of heros that also ran through her veins. Of Patriot, who always fought for justice, just like the famed Captain America. And of Golden Girl, who used every ounce of good in her being to bring down evil and vile creatures like the Nazis.

Empowered by her relative and by the desire to protect her island from the fate that would surely befall it if the new breed of evil were to spread, Kayon renamed herself Krush. And she vowed to do everything in her monstrous power to help heros like her predecessors to bring down the vile sickness growing in the west.


Additional Notes: While most hulks are humans who turn into hulks, she is reversed and finds difficulty in turning into a human.