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Shine City II: The Next Season

Many thank oh great GM

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Dynamo Frokane *latches onto* Ah! Wait don't go just yet! There is a conundrum! Lots of people posting in the IC thinking my character works in the hot spot coffee shop! Do I change her occupation, or should I just roll on with her being a florist part-timer?! Heeeelp~

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Finished! @Altered Tundra

Marilee E. Laikos/Hecate

Marilee

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

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Personal Information

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)

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In The Mirror

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.

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Delving Deeper

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:

♦ Reserved ♦ Cautious ♦ Loyal ♦ Anxious

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…

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Godly Information

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.

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

I'm going to have call a retreat on this one, sorry guys. I hope to RP with you all sometime though. Thank you very much though!

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Takashi Yupe. I only noticed when I got back. >.< I feel bad... I'll just wait for a GM to see >.<

"Hi, I'm Kyle Parker, could I interest you in some breakfast?oh yea...this'll go over well."

@BeastofDestiny

Shine City II: The Next Season

It's just that everyone had it in her posts that she was going to working there... I'd feel bad if they all had to change their posts... But I'd also feel antsy just going with it and not talking to a GM. *puffy thinking face* MN... I could just wait, maybe...@Narcotic Dollie @MyCatGinger @Dynamo Frokane

Shine City II: The Next Season

I'm back~! Hiya everyone~!

Oh! Erm, should I change Kaori's place of work to the coffee shop then? I put down that she works at the florist, but... heh~

Shine City II: The Next Season

Going to go visit me mum in the hospital but I'll be on later! Can't wait to read the posts ♡ this gonna be fun ♡

Teenage Wasteland

The Cyclops

Don't Shot Me, Bro

@Mivuli@Jangel13@Vocab

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'Kid'? Her? Now she was highly amused. Were there really any actual 'kids' left in this world? Seemed like only snakes and salamanders were truly left. A soft laugh left her lips. Tilting her head to the side, the red head turned her one piercing green eye to the boy in front of her. He looked a little too happy to be pointing that gun at her. And being shot so soon wasn't exactly in the plans for today. Her lash marks were only just healing. The dust on her face was a good cover up of her abnormally pale complexion, but there was no way she was going to let these trigger happy kiddies see her weakness.

You couldn't exactly just walk out of the Gamer Gang. Not without a punishment.

One she had been just fine at taking. But now it seemed to have become a disadvantage, instead of a badge of honor. It made her shirt stick to her back and her shot gun made it ache a bit too much. She hoped she wasn't bleeding through the jacket. It was her favorite jacket. With a small sigh, the amusement drained from her face. Looking up at the sky, she supposed there was not much more free time left before she got another pretty pucker bullet wound to match the other. Her eye shot down, the sharp pale color a bit cold, but could you blame her? She was in serious pain and this little snips weren't making this easy.

With the Cyote and Slinker inside, she had assumed she would be treated with suspicion, but allowed to meet inside as well. The Slinker was a lot creepier than her. Hey, she was friggin' adorable compared to that guy. But they were being cautious. After losing their friends, it was only right. They were mad and wanted to take it out on someone. She could empathize. Just...maybe not at this moment.

"Look, Greenie," she stared the boy down, "If I wanted a fight, I would of stayed wit' the Gamers, not risked meh skin comin' here alone." Cy grabbed the Gamer patch on her jacket sleeve and with one solid tug it was released from its stitches with a nice RIIIIIP! Tossing it in the dust at their feet, she just put her hands up.

"If you think this is a game, yer in for a cold wakin' up, Greenie," her voice was warm but low and serious, "Gamer-Scorp fightin' is about tah blow up in the matter o' days. A lil' tussle with some of their stranglers ain't gonna be nothin' compared to the truf war that's comin'." She gestured to the area around her. "And a few extra guns is somethin' worth more than twinkies and a can o' Coke for both sides," Cy stared him down, "Some smaller gangs have already been assimilated. And some wiped out."

She let the simmer for a bit.

"Ain't you wonderin' why yeh been gettin' so much attention lately?" she cocked her head towards the graves, "Ya'll think yeh can handle both them gangs on yer own? But whatever. Shot meh if ya like. I thought ye lot with be a little more intelligent, but maybe I should try my hand with the the Earthkin." She slipped a little white sheet of paper from on of her pockets and twirled it this way and that. Looking at it, it was oddly untouched by the grim of the world around it. Like it had been from a very well kept up book.

"Heh, don't think the O.S. will let meh back in their mess fer a while," she looked back at the child soldiers then up at the sharp shooter, "Try not to mess up meh pretty face, alright Sharp Shot?" She looked back down at the boy and girl before her. "Gotta keep The Cyclops face a might bit prettier these days. Bad fer business if an info seller looks like a Frankenstein."

She licked her lips and set one foot back. Bracing herself. Hey, not everyone could be reasoned with and this crazy eyed Greenie looked thirsty for her blood. "Map of the Scorps hangout," she said plainly, "That, kiddies, is meh trade."

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