Name: Mari verch Llewelyn Age: 19 Universe: Golden Hour + 1 year. Personality: With a mix of low self-esteem and the confidence that comes from deciding you're so low down on the food chain you've got nothing to lose, Mari can be pretty accurately classed as a danger to herself. She's a pessimist, but she's been proved right so often that hoping is something she barely bothers with. When people let her down, it's a relief. Grim, but still a relief. Humans are worthless and well, so is she; part of her transformation has been accepting that.
Mari is impulsive and will never be described as crafty or street smart. She can memorise things as varied as the anatomy of the heart or 'fuck off' in five different languages, but common sense will almost always evade her. She has a complete lack of imagination, which usually leads to her doing anything she's told to do without thinking it out despite any protestations. She's more of a follower than a leader and with nobody around to follow, she's generally left at a loose end. She'll never be the hero of a story BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T WRITE ABOUT PEASANTS IN THE REN ERA; that's hard for her to accept, but she accepts it.
When it comes to Others, Mari feels a tentative allegiance. She doesn't like half of them, but so long as they're willing to talk straight to her, she can deal. As for humans, well, she's not sure. They seem to be mostly dicks. Most of her interest is made to seem deliberately casual, but she is desperate for human acceptance. Unfortunately, general distrust of all of humanity from her Otherness coupled with her pessimism and awful life experiences makes her pretty bad at socialising. She's casually rude to others, half on purpose and half because of a lack of emotional imagination. She's looking to hurt somebody and have them be unable to brush it - or her - off, she's looking for somebody who will forgive her whenever she hurts them.
In the end, Mari is always searching for unconditional support, someone to say 'at least you tried' to all of her stupid decisions while giving her the independence she needs. Someone to return to - a family, in short. She's tried to fit several square pegs into this particular round hole. It hasn't worked yet, but there's still a small part of her that jumps at any chance to mean something to somebody.
She considers herself to have died twice, once in childhood and then again at eighteen. Having been three different people, two of whom are dead, makes it easier to be Abel when she becomes him. Abel is everything she hates, English, noble, smarmy and sickening, but she holds a deep love for him, wishes to protect him from the worst parts of her own life. Abel is a comfortable suit of clothing, a safety net for when things get too much. If, like Mari, you believe yourself so malleable that you can switch the person you are in a second, it's nice to have that sort of back-up plan, the hope that should things ever get unbearable, you can shed this person you've grown to hate and become someone new. Go somewhere new. Start again.
tl;dr: still a dick. PB: Charlotte Gainsbourg/Ben Schwartz Physical description: At 5'8, Mari still looks like a gangling collection of limbs somebody attached to a skinny little body. Her hands and feet are large, and it's generally accepted that she'll never grow into them. Her eyes are grey ignore the icons, and generally look sleepy or stupid when her face is in neutral. It doesn't help that when she's not being insulting she can take a while to formulate sentences. Her right front tooth is crooked and sticks out slightly; she touches her tongue to it and bites down when she's thinking, or being especially dickish. As well as her tooth, her ears stick out, though they're normally covered by her hair, thick brown and shorter than might be expected from a renaissance woman.
Mari's voice is soft and surprisingly girlish for someone who peppers their sentences with 'fuck'. She speaks quieter now, and seems a lot calmer on the surface than she was at seventeen or eighteen. She's still a quite attractive young woman. Aging is a total aid to her.
Her left hand is completely smooth, with no fingerprints or markings other than the usual four lines which stretch across. There's a scar across her right palm which cuts her life-line in half. She's also deaf in her right ear, but that's invisible and she tries not to give it away. Background:See here!
To catch up, Mari was happy in the Hour, then killed a guy by accident and got blackmailed by a Cancellari. Following that, she got into a fight with the ladypope and ended up as her bitch. Shortly after, she was given to an assassin, which worked out great for everyone. She also befriended one of the assassin's lieutenants who turned out to be from her beloved country. After helping the ladypope escape she came back to a Golden Hour wrecked much like her home was so that was traumatic. Then a werewolf decided he wanted to eat her which sucked. And also ladypope's brother was dead and she was preggers. Ladypope, not Mari. So then lots of hanging out and complicated feelings. Then her Welsh comrade died and she became his sin-eater. She also went on a downward grief spiral here since everyone she loved had either been killed or hurt in increasingly violent ways and she was powerless to stop it. During this time she became slightly unpopular due to the fact that she was about as cheerful as a song by The Fray. Her relationships were about as healthy as a song by The Mountain Goats anyway, but I digress. In order to gain the power to stop it, she convinced the head of the Hour to turn her into an Other and proceeded to lose all of her friends and some acquaintances. Also she started feeding a werewolf her arm and decided he was her new bff. GRIEF IS A HELLUVA DRUG.
After the events of the game, Mari mostly retreated into herself. Aside from Rowan she had about zero friends left, but also far fewer fucks to give. She's continued her life of feeding werewolves and learning, with few breaks for socialising or meeting others. Why should she? Like only turns to dislike after a while, and she dislikes about everyone she meets. She began Shadowing an Adept as grouchy as she is, which has meant mostly following her around in bitter silence after some argument or another. Other than her rats and her cat, there are few highlights in Mari's life. She's beginning to wonder if her resolution to stick it out in the Hour is really the best thing. So now she's more like a Los Campesinos song: frustrated, raw, lonely and frenetic. Skills: Cooking, cleaning, basic French and Latin, fluent Welsh and English, conversational Gaelic. A fast runner. Sews and knits, okay with a knife. Working knowledge of Greek philosophy and renaissance/ancient Greek medicine. Strong stomach.
Mari is an Other with the ability to regenerate tissue. Complicated wounds drain her quickly and she can't heal poison or serious illness, only the damage created by them. On the ship this will be limited to healing nothing bigger than a medium sized cut/slowing the bleeding on a larger wound.
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Name: Mari verch Llewelyn
Age: 19
Universe: Golden Hour + 1 year.
Personality: With a mix of low self-esteem and the confidence that comes from deciding you're so low down on the food chain you've got nothing to lose, Mari can be pretty accurately classed as a danger to herself. She's a pessimist, but she's been proved right so often that hoping is something she barely bothers with. When people let her down, it's a relief. Grim, but still a relief. Humans are worthless and well, so is she; part of her transformation has been accepting that.
Mari is impulsive and will never be described as crafty or street smart. She can memorise things as varied as the anatomy of the heart or 'fuck off' in five different languages, but common sense will almost always evade her. She has a complete lack of imagination, which usually leads to her doing anything she's told to do without thinking it out despite any protestations. She's more of a follower than a leader and with nobody around to follow, she's generally left at a loose end. She'll never be the hero of a story
BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T WRITE ABOUT PEASANTS IN THE REN ERA; that's hard for her to accept, but she accepts it.When it comes to Others, Mari feels a tentative allegiance. She doesn't like half of them, but so long as they're willing to talk straight to her, she can deal. As for humans, well, she's not sure. They seem to be mostly dicks. Most of her interest is made to seem deliberately casual, but she is desperate for human acceptance. Unfortunately, general distrust of all of humanity from her Otherness coupled with her pessimism and awful life experiences makes her pretty bad at socialising. She's casually rude to others, half on purpose and half because of a lack of emotional imagination. She's looking to hurt somebody and have them be unable to brush it - or her - off, she's looking for somebody who will forgive her whenever she hurts them.
In the end, Mari is always searching for unconditional support, someone to say 'at least you tried' to all of her stupid decisions while giving her the independence she needs. Someone to return to - a family, in short. She's tried to fit several square pegs into this particular round hole. It hasn't worked yet, but there's still a small part of her that jumps at any chance to mean something to somebody.
She considers herself to have died twice, once in childhood and then again at eighteen. Having been three different people, two of whom are dead, makes it easier to be Abel when she becomes him. Abel is everything she hates, English, noble, smarmy and sickening, but she holds a deep love for him, wishes to protect him from the worst parts of her own life. Abel is a comfortable suit of clothing, a safety net for when things get too much. If, like Mari, you believe yourself so malleable that you can switch the person you are in a second, it's nice to have that sort of back-up plan, the hope that should things ever get unbearable, you can shed this person you've grown to hate and become someone new. Go somewhere new. Start again.
tl;dr: still a dick.
PB: Charlotte Gainsbourg/Ben Schwartz
Physical description: At 5'8, Mari still looks like a gangling collection of limbs somebody attached to a skinny little body. Her hands and feet are large, and it's generally accepted that she'll never grow into them. Her eyes are grey
ignore the icons, and generally look sleepy or stupid when her face is in neutral. It doesn't help that when she's not being insulting she can take a while to formulate sentences. Her right front tooth is crooked and sticks out slightly; she touches her tongue to it and bites down when she's thinking, or being especially dickish. As well as her tooth, her ears stick out, though they're normally covered by her hair, thick brown and shorter than might be expected from a renaissance woman.Mari's voice is soft and surprisingly girlish for someone who peppers their sentences with 'fuck'. She speaks quieter now, and seems a lot calmer on the surface than she was at seventeen or eighteen. She's still a quite attractive young woman. Aging is a total aid to her.
Her left hand is completely smooth, with no fingerprints or markings other than the usual four lines which stretch across. There's a scar across her right palm which cuts her life-line in half. She's also deaf in her right ear, but that's invisible and she tries not to give it away.
Background: See here!
To catch up, Mari was happy in the Hour, then killed a guy by accident and got blackmailed by a Cancellari. Following that, she got into a fight with the ladypope and ended up as her bitch. Shortly after, she was given to an assassin, which worked out great for everyone. She also befriended one of the assassin's lieutenants who turned out to be from her beloved country. After helping the ladypope escape she came back to a Golden Hour wrecked much like her home was so that was traumatic. Then a werewolf decided he wanted to eat her which sucked. And also ladypope's brother was dead and she was preggers. Ladypope, not Mari. So then lots of hanging out and complicated feelings. Then her Welsh comrade died and she became his sin-eater. She also went on a downward grief spiral here since everyone she loved had either been killed or hurt in increasingly violent ways and she was powerless to stop it. During this time she became slightly unpopular due to the fact that she was about as cheerful as a song by The Fray. Her relationships were about as healthy as a song by The Mountain Goats anyway, but I digress. In order to gain the power to stop it, she convinced the head of the Hour to turn her into an Other and proceeded to lose all of her friends and some acquaintances. Also she started feeding a werewolf her arm and decided he was her new bff. GRIEF IS A HELLUVA DRUG.
After the events of the game, Mari mostly retreated into herself. Aside from Rowan she had about zero friends left, but also far fewer fucks to give. She's continued her life of feeding werewolves and learning, with few breaks for socialising or meeting others. Why should she? Like only turns to dislike after a while, and she dislikes about everyone she meets. She began Shadowing an Adept as grouchy as she is, which has meant mostly following her around in bitter silence after some argument or another. Other than her rats and her cat, there are few highlights in Mari's life. She's beginning to wonder if her resolution to stick it out in the Hour is really the best thing. So now she's more like a Los Campesinos song: frustrated, raw, lonely and frenetic.
Skills: Cooking, cleaning, basic French and Latin, fluent Welsh and English, conversational Gaelic. A fast runner. Sews and knits, okay with a knife. Working knowledge of Greek philosophy and renaissance/ancient Greek medicine. Strong stomach.
Mari is an Other with the ability to regenerate tissue. Complicated wounds drain her quickly and she can't heal poison or serious illness, only the damage created by them. On the ship this will be limited to healing nothing bigger than a medium sized cut/slowing the bleeding on a larger wound.