Hooo, wee she's a tall bitch-- those legs go on for days, weeks, months, but she's slim because she's underfed. Homelessness will do that to a Queen-- a queen who keeps her plain jane curly hair short, so that she can wear those beauty shop wigs easier. And she's always wearing some kind of makeup, even if it's part of that, 'naturally unnatural,' trend the IG models are on nowadays. None may behold the face without the beat for makeup is WARPAINT. Earrings? Simple warrior's charms of LUCK. When it's time for a look, she's all about the pastels and neons-- favoring a style reminiscent of a little girl's sugar high-hallucination, with all the bows, satin, beads, shiny stuff, sequins, glitter, and bright colors included.

Some would call her hair unkept but that's cause bedhead is IN, sis! Plus, just because the rent's a month late, don't mean her nails ain't done, brows ain't done, and skin ain't clear-- there's priorities here, people. She will admit that her facial hair grows in pretty quick so, her mustache will be there by the end of the day, ready to announce to the world she can't afford them hormone pills. Tragic really, but a flat chested Queen sure can afford them fake titties, when the time comes for the glow up.

Pre-glow involves just the saddest t-shirts dumped off at Goodwill, with them dad at the cookout jeans or shorts, complete with dirty sandals that look stolen from a gladiator. Always with the sandals! Maybe it's to show off the pedicure but, we all know it's just cause she spent all her money on good drag, a busted car, and more makeup than anyone could feasibly use in a lifetime. Oh, and tattoos, because of course she had to spend money on tattooing nonsense-- a candycane here, cheshire cat there, an octopus, Ronald McDonald... Nothing follows any kind of theme but she sure has those tattoos scattered about on her arms.

Well.
What does this world do with an orphan? One with no name, found wandering the streets at the age of two, naked and all alone, with no birth record, DNA match-- absolutely nothing connecting them to anyone? For weeks the local news ran the story of a baby found wandering down highway 64 in Virginia Beach, Virginia. After months of no leads, dead end investigations, and no one coming forward to claim the child, she was sent an Orphanage, of course. That was the first.

She was adopted at the age of four.
Sent back to an Orphanage.
Adopted at the age of eight.
Sent back to an Orphanage.

And her final adoption, at the age of eight, ended in runaway.
Around the age of eleven, Mariah began wearing makeup, her little sister's dresses, and of course her adopted family 'caught' her. They hated how she insisted on being called Mariah. They figured it was just something adopted kids do, right? Identity crisis would just be a phase, right? But they'd had enough.

They wanted a "normal" child.
They wanted a little boy.

So on the way back to the orphanage, to exchange this broken child for a new one, Mariah herself had enough. Nowadays she joked about how cars back then didn't have child locks, just for situations like this, and that if that car had? Well, she always laughs, she figures she'd be a bit more sane cause her head wouldn't have been banged around so much. Yes, Mariah jumped out of a moving vehicle, in daytime traffic on I-64, in order to avoid being sent to the Orphanage again, botched the landing, promptly jumped off the bridge, and into a new life-- sort of. This... triggered her Kindling-Event. What was most distressing about this event was meeting the "Abuelas" one moment then snapping back into reality just before hitting the water. They couldn't have let her pass up that cold watery slap in the face, huh?

Thus began her life "on the run". Homeless, young, possessing nothing, really helped her with learning how to survive-- mostly by stealing and begging. She left Virginia for North Carolina almost immediately. She resided in train stations, old buildings, the occasional diner, panhandled for money, dated some rich kid, and break-danced for extra cash.

At sixteen, train hopping led her to Florida where she decided to stay, especially since the winters weren't so cold. A local drag queen spotted her dancing her ass off on a boardwalk, took her in, and the rest is history-- sort of.

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Yellow-Orange "The Hater Blocker" -- Channeler: A weighted flamenco fan she's had since her Drag-Mom gifted it to her.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ "The Hater Blocker" is quite the ability to block, absorb, deflect, or outright reflect whatever abstraction or physical attack is used whenever this ability is active on an object. Since it is very much orange-based, it has to be cast upon an object in order to activate its effects. As it currently stands, Mariah's Channaler is quite saturated with the ability.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

Mariah's Theme Song
"Left right left, swiping on tinder, what was love like? I can't remember!"
Regular Fight Song
"I turned nothing to something, my comeback on one hunnid!"
Boss Battle Song
"Who gon' check me, boo? Not you!"