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Marguerite

Marge. 21. Slave. oc.

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BASICS

FULL NAME:

Marguerite

NICKNAMES/ALIASES:

Marge

AGE:

twenty-one

DATE OF BIRTH:

21 March, ???

HOMETOWN:

Livingstone Valley

RACE:

Changeling

GENDER:

Female

PRONOUNS:

She/Her, They/Them, It/Itself

ALIGNMENT:

Lawful Good

ROLE:

Slave

LANGUAGES:

Her fae abilities give her a basic understanding of all modern human languages spoken, but this doesn;t extend to non-human racial languages, or the languages from 'foreigners' pulled in from other worlds.

MEMBER GROUP:

Original

FANDOM:

n/a

CANON POINT:

n/a

APPEARANCE

PLAYBY:

custom

HEIGHT:

5'0

BUILD:

fragile

HAIR COLOR:

red

EYE COLOR:

blue

TATTOOS:

slave markings

PIERCINGS:

ears

SCARS:

numerous, some very old, some far too fresh for comfort

VOICE:

barely a whisper, soft and fragile like the girl herself

DEMEANOR:

Fearful and shy, Marguerite does her best to go utterly unnoticed in any and all situations, a classic 'won't speak unless spoken to' type of girl. When she does speak, her voice is low and rushed, as if afraid her voice will annoy and result in angering someone.

HEALTH

PHYSICAL AILMENTS:

Slavery has not been kind to the poor girl, starved and beaten, that she still lives at all is amazing. She can barley stand, is quickly winded, and her skin clings too tight to bones that are far too fragile.

NEUROLOGICAL AILMENTS:

Selective Mutism, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and Seperation Anxiety

ALLERGIES:

Cold Iron, Nonprecious Metals, St. Johns Wart, Holly,

CURRENT ADDICTIONS:

Probably some sort of drug the slavers use to keep her from running off

PAST ADDICTIONS:

her parents also forcibly addicted her, so nothing new here

SMOKING:

n/a

DRUGS:

slaver drugs

ALCOHOL:

n/a

TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCES:

Abusive parents during her early years and being a victim of slavers for the better part of a decade have left her with plenty of these

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Skills & Abilities:

* Increased Life Span * Animal Affinity * Animal Communication * Healing Powers (minor wounds, cuts, and scrapes can be healed completely, more severe injuries can only be made non lethal, at best) * Nature Inclination

Weaknesses:

* Weakness or allergy to cold iron * Weakness or allergy to metal (excluding precious metals) * Cannot tell a direct lie * Cannot break her promises (she CAN abuse exact wording though) * Ringing of Bells (causes headaches) * Weakness to St. John's Wort * Easily fatigued * Weakness to fire * Weakness to Holly * Weakness to Holy or Blessed Objects

Anything else?

nope

About

The third child of the fae is the one that very nearly wasn't. She was born almost a month early, on the first day of spring, amid winter's last reluctant gasp to free the land from its teeth. It was a difficult birth, and she was a small, sickly babe, but by the grace of the heavens both mother and child survived.

It left a mark on the girl, and for the remainder of her life she would always be frailer and weaker even than others of her sex. Fortunately, the shortcomings of her flesh were not so much a curse as they may have been viewed in another culture. The value of her life would be measured in ways other than an ability to run and jump and carry on.

They named her Marguerite. Wisdom, precious, desired, a gem used commonly in Christian religions and one that adorned the neck of any proper lady. So perhaps it was fitting how silently she entered the world, like a lady, quiet and demure, to the point that they initially fretted over if she was even truly alive, with how quiet and still she was. Except then she was swapped, a fae child for a human child, and no one was the wiser. By the time her powers would manifest, her 'birth parents' would long be dead.

She was not swapped to a good home though. The next five years are a painful blur of drugs, booze, forced addiction, abuse. A living nightmare that she couldn't wake from. They kept her addicted to expensive drugs so that she wouldn't run away and tell anyone about what they did, how they beat her, how in a drugged stupor they discovered her fae weaknesses and begann to exploit them, pressing iron into her skin and watching her burn and scream. But then came the day daddy got a little too high, and mommy a little too drunk, and in their crazed haze, ensured her freedom via a murder-suicide. It wasn't long after that law enforcement found her, got her detoxed, patched her wounds, and had her shipped off to an orphanage, in hopes the at the time five-year-old girl would eventually forget.

At first, she was terrified, the home had been one thing of course, but this was a strange place full of indifferent caretakers. She did her best to keep her head down at first, to stay out of everyone's way and not attract attention. But then /he/ found her, out of everyone, even the boys he could have sat with, he pushed past the idea of 'girls had cooties' to sit with someone shaken and afraid of her new environment.

From then onwards they were inseparable. Holding hands and walking everywhere. They shared their troubled pasts, their future dreams, and what they imagined the future would be. It was if she had finally found a missing piece to her soul that she had been lacking. They filled the empty part of one another that, in time, they would learn no one else was capable of filling in quite the same way.

For the next five years marguerite knew true happiness, knew how it felt to be loved and cherished by someone, learned herself how to function normally even with the damage left behind by her parents. But fate was not a kind mistress, indeed it was a cruel and tormenting one, for no sooner did Marguerite finally begin to accept that life was changing for the better and start learning happiness than all hell broke loose upon the earth.

She can still remember sitting down for breakfast with Juno, holding hands and watching tv. How he told her that it was probably nothing, just a freak volcanic eruption, nothing more. But then came the other volcanoes, the tsunamis, and the earthquakes. There was an evacuation effort eventually but it came far too late, by then people had already begun to take advantage of the crumbling society, and what better target could there be than a bunch of orphans and women trying to find safety.

In the chaos of the raid, Marguerite was snatched, stolen away from Juno and the only home she had ever known. the ensuing years since then have been a return to torture she thought she had finally escaped. Exploited for her healing abilities at first, and then eventually her body as well, she lives a miserable yet depressingly familliar life.

But somehow she finds herself waking up every day, again and again. She wants to believe in a miracle, that juno will find and save her, that the slavers will die, that she'll be free, and yet it seems harder each day to believe it. Still, she clings to her hope, and to her memories of better times.

Because without them, she is nothing but a corpse, an empty shell of what once was a girl.

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Imogen

21. Eastern.

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