[hider=Marielle Oxford][hr]
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[color=Gold][b]Name[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Marielle Oxford[/i][/color]

[color=Gold][b]Gender[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Female[/i][/color]

[color=Gold][b]Age[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]16 December 2nd, 1898 EC[/i][/color]

[color=Gold][b]Sexuality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Bisexual[/i][/color]

[color=Gold][b]Race[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Wiltshire, Edinburgh[/i][/color]

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[color=Gold][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Marielle's chestnut brown hair, framing fine nearly porcelain colored skin and light brown eyes, creates an almost doll-like face, as if she were made to adorn some young girl's bed. Her frame is slim and not well developed, nearly any muscle on her body was developed by basic training. A shopkeeper's childhood has leant her a near-constant smile and open, approachable stance.

Given her choice, Marielle would wear a skirt and blouse everywhere, but military necessity squashed that. Her fatigues are slightly too big for her, leading to her sleeves and pant legs being rolled exactly one time each to keep them from interfering in her daily activities. Her standard issue boots are well-fit and well-kept, shining in the sun from the many layers of boot polish she applies. The rank badge of a private is sewn onto the shoulder of her uniform, a rifleman's class badge sewn below it so her comrades would know her "Specialty, or rather her lack thereof.[/i][/color]

[color=Gold][b]Height[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]5'3[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]On duty, Marielle tried her hardest to be the serious warfighter she always imagined soldiers to be. This lasted for about one week of training before her naturally kind personality overshadowed her attempt at being mean. She's often found in unexpected areas of whatever place she is stationed at because she's volunteered to help somebody she's never met with a job she has no idea how to do. She is not easily frightened, a seemingly endless pool of calmness allowing the girl to remain serene even as the world cracks apart around her. With a ready smile and a joyful demeanor, Marielle makes an ideal partner for anyone looking to enjoy their war effort.

Off-duty, Marielle is much the same as on-duty: helping people and smiling while she does. When she isn't trying to stay as serious as she can stomach, Marielle laughs easily, an infectious giggle that can disable the girl for minutes at a time. She's curious and always ready to go on an adventure to try new things, but has what many would call a rather "vanilla" moral code, slower to embrace anything "seedy" in nature. Marielle isn't given to sadness or despair often, but when it does find her, she'll break down completely, becoming a semi-useless wreck of tears and blubbering attempts at words. All in all, Marielle is happy, a tad too helpful, and has an inexhaustible curiosity about the world around her.[/i][/color]

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[color=Gold][b]Rank[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Private[/i][/color]

[color=Gold][b]Role[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Rifleman[/i][/color]

[color=Gold][b]Equipment[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Standard Rifleman Equipment: Rifle, knife, webbing, etc[/i][/color]

[color=Gold][b]Potentials[/b][/color]
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[i][u]Angelic Countenance[/u][/i]

[i]In battle, Marielle's smile is still never far from her face, easily summoned to comfort her comrades and the wounded. She can sometimes soothe the fears of the wounded or terrified with a smile and comforting words[/i]

[i][u]Helpful Tendencies[/u][/i]

[i]In battle, Marielle's desire to help her fellow soldiers is no less powerful than out of battle. When she sees her allies attacking nearby, she'll often leap in to join, adding her fire to theirs.[/i]

[i][u]Respect For Life[/u][/i]

[i]Marielle believes everyone deserves a pleasant life, and is loathe to deliver more unpleaseantness than she has to. She refuses to partake in the more brutal affairs of war, particularly use of any weapon that uses fire or aims to deliver exceptional amounts of extra pain[/i]

[i][u]Dad's Legacy[/u][/i]

[i]Marielle's no good father has left her permenantely terrified of close combat. When she is engaged in hand to hand, she sometimes panics and loses all semblence of coherency, stabbing or slashing frantically and just trying to get away from the situation.[/i]
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[color=Gold][b]Biography[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Marielle Oxford was born in a medium sized town to James and Teresa Oxford, a shoemaker and a shopkeeper respectively. The Oxford family was a large one, and nearly all concentrated in Wiltshire. The saying that it takes a village to raise a child was seemingly taken literally with Marielle, nearly every person in the town contributing to raising the girl in some way or another. Given her near constant smile, and her tendency to cry only when she observed others as being sad or upset, she received the nickname "Wiltshire's Angel". 

When Marielle turned eight however, her father received a strange letter in the mail delivered by a man in an Army uniform. Her father cried for hours, but after that he was a different man. The death of her father's only brother in a training exercise made James into a cruel man. Any perceived slights against him were met with his fists, and this extended to his wife and daughter. Marielle took the worst of it, often taking the blame for any infraction that had upset her father so that nobody else would have to. Her father was a smart man however, making Marielle cover any bruises he left so that nobody else would figure out what was happening.

Despite this, Marielle was still a happy child, though scared of her father's wrath. She often played with other children and helped her mother in the shop, a task she adored. She loved showing people shoes and watching them smile when they found a good pair, and the customers loved little Marielle and her happy smile. It was one such customer that finally delivered Marielle from her father three days after her 12th birthday, spotting a large purple bruise where her sundress drooped. Though Marielle tried to cover for her father, she always hated lying and was terrible at it as a result, the truth flowing forth after some light questioning. It wasn't long before the local police were involved and James was arrested, the shoemaker receiving no sympathy from the townspeople.

This badly damaged Teresa's business however, and the family slowly lost money as she had to buy shoes from manufacturers instead of selling the product of James's labors. This countinued for years, Marielle and her mother remaining in business largely because of the goodwill of the townspeople, despite the best efforts of James's remaining friends to discredit the business. It didn't escape Marielle's notice that her mother was under more stress however, and the girl stepped up her attempts to help and lighten her mother's load in any way she couold.

It was this desire to help her mother that lead her into the military. When she came of age, she departed to the local recruiter in Wiltshire and signed up to do whatever she could. Marielle thought this was a perfect solution, she'd make money to send home, her mother wouldn't have to feed her anymore, and she could help protect all her dear friends in Wiltshire who protected her from her father and played with her as a young girl. With the last gift of a small forest green hairbow, which Marielle kept safely stowed on her person at all times, she was off to begin her soldiering career.[/i][/color]

[color=Gold][b]Affiliations[/b][/color]
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James Oxford - Father(Disowned)
Teresa Malard - Mother
Jack O'Reilly - Friend/Playmate
Mary McBride - Friend/Playmate
Darren Miller - Friend/Playmate[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Relationships[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]TBD[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Character Theme[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-RDGAdtobk[/youtube][/color]

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