Alright, here she is! [hider=Character Sheet] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/DgniVmM.jpg[/img] [h2][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190203/3818a7e39c846626f0038e4d6d74cef6.png[/img][/h2][i]A little girl with a very big heart, and the desire to help in any way she can. Most of Mahrie's life was spent under her parent's watchful care. She was born in Perouges, France on May 25th, 2004. She was brought up in a middle-class family that valued many things. Her parents volunteered with their church to help in city restorations, and periodically travelling around France for missionary work. On August 1st, 2014 her mother, Rubie Beaulieu died of Spinal Muscular Atrophy, a genetic disorder characterized by weakness and wasting in muscles used for movement. After her mother died, Mahrie's father, Marc Beaulieu, volunteered for a permanent assignment as a Pastor at the Eagle Harbor Congregational church in Bainbridge Island, WA. Moving was rough for Mahrie. Both sides of her grandparents had passed away when she was younger, so it wasn't so much missing friends and family, but having to learn a whole new language put a damper in her usually bright spirits. Primary school gave her a rough start as Mahrie had a very difficult time making friends. A year into her new education, most days would result in her coming home with tears in her eyes and evenings in her father's arms as he tried to comfort her through the confusion and distress. On September 19th, 2018 her father was a victim in a drive-by shooting in Seattle while at a conference for his missionary work. While arrangements were being made for his funeral, Mahrie was given many invitations from families at her father's church to come and live with them while she dealt with her grief. All of which, she declined. Eventually, Mahrie was moved to a local orphanage with a small amount of children, some her age, most of them younger. She continued to power through her studies, deciding early on in life that she yearned to be a doctor, to help people like her mom. And to be an author, so she could share with the world what an amazing man her father was, and how devoted he was to his family and his community. [/i][/center] [h.r] [u][b]Physical Traits[/b][/u] Mahrie prefers to wear her hair down, spread about her shoulders most of the time. Sometimes, she'll put it in a one-sided braid that she'll pull over one of her shoulders. She favors fun, colorful blouses most of the time, some with floral patterns, some plain, and is usually seen wearing darker blue jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie when roaming about. [b][u]Full Name[/u][/b] Mahrie Lizbeth Beaulieu (Mah-ree Bow-li-yoo) [b][u]Gender[/u][/b] Female [u][b]Ethnicity[/b][/u] Caucasian [b][u]Sexuality[/u][/b] Heterosexual [b][u]Age[/u][/b] 16 [b][u]Motives[/u][/b] Mahrie's parents' devotion to both her, and their community taught her at a young age to be compassionate, understanding, and willing to help in and way she could. Her mother taught her to keep powering through until the very end, no matter what the world throws at you. And her father left a legacy of helping anyone he could, but also finding a balance between his passion in his work and his daughter, giving care and compassion to both, equally. Due to the experiences she’s had since moving from France to the United States, with bullying and sometimes not grasping “American” concepts quite as well, Mahrie lacks confidence in herself in times of emotional stress, sometimes feeling as though she isn’t good enough for what needs to be done. [b][u]Occupation[/u][/b] Young high school student, aspiring doctor and author. [/hider] [hider=Writing Sample] [color=f7941d]"Maaahrie! It's time for dinner!"[/color] came the call from downstairs. One of the volunteers had just finished cooking an evening meal for all of the children. [color=f7941d]"Put down that book and get down here quick! Otherwise it's going to get cold again!"[/color] Mahrie couldn't help but smile in the moments after that call, for most of the volunteers here knew her tendencies to get caught up in her books and forget to eat completely. [color=a187be]"One moment!"[/color] she called back, aiming to quickly finish the page she was on before having to hurry downstairs. Her current read consisted of a mix between biographies of famous doctors, both old and new, and harrowing details of their lives, how they had come to find their passion, and the people they got to save and see smile once more. Many times, Mahrie found herself lost in one of the many books she'd carry with her to school. Whether they be compelling fantasies, stunning biographies, or simply a newspaper article about finding a cure to an illness or a doctor who performed a miraculous surgery. As she skimmed that last page, subconsciously reading it a few times over already, her mind wandered off in thought to some advice she had been given once, from one of the volunteers at the orphanage. It made her think about just how much she's in tune to the world around her, and perhaps how she's so dependent on reading to be happy that she misses out on everything going on around her. [i][color=00a651]"Y'know Mahrie, it's alright to take a break from reading sometimes. I know you love to read, but you should also pay attention to the world around you, before you miss anything."[/color] [color=a187be]"What do you mean when you say, anything?"[/color] she asked, glancing up at the woman momentarily as they strolled through the park. The older woman chuckled quietly, reaching down and gently closing Mahrie's book as they stopped on the path for a moment. [color=00a651]"If you look around Mahrie, there's lots more to see than meets the eye. See the leaves falling? It's going to start getting colder, fall is almost here."[/color] the woman paused and pointed down at the grass bordering the pathway. [color=00a651]"And look, the ants are preparing for fall too. They're taking crumbs down to their Queen, so that they can stay underground when it starts getting cold."[/color] Looking back at Mahrie, there was some fascination in the child's eyes. [color=a187be]"But you learned that by reading about it, didn't you?"[/color] [color=00a651]"Yes, that is true,"[/color] the woman said with a little chuckle, [color=00a651]"but what good is reading about it if you can't experience it for yourself?"[/color] [color=a187be]"Hm, I guess that makes some sense. But I still want to finish my book."[/color] the child said, shrugging with indifference and diving back into her book. The woman laughed in amusement, [color=00a651]"I wouldn't expect anything different, Mahrie."[/color] she said, placing a hand on the young girl's shoulders and leading her down the path. [/i] [/hider]