Post by Mara on Dec 17, 2011 0:02:35 GMT -6
Mara
[/size]i am a question to the world
NOT AN ANSWER TO BE HEARD
[/size][/font]NOT AN ANSWER TO BE HEARD
Character Name: Mara The Storm Dragon[/size]
Gender: Female
Age: 211
Alliance: neutral evil
Type: weapon(sword)/witch (dragon)
Partner: N/A
and you see the things they never see
ALL YOU WANTED I COULD BE
[/size][/font]ALL YOU WANTED I COULD BE
Appearance:[/size]
( fails at describing appearance...)
Mara has seemly white hair and which she keeps spiked back she stands at 6''5 Mara has seemly two different shades of eye seemly changing when angered to much, Her eyes mostly stay a peaceful blue, while angry they turn yellow and the pupil becomes more slit like, this only seems to happen if soul protect is off however it has happened before when it was on it just requires a lot of rage, normally taking about her mother badly will do this. She wears her mothers jacket at all times, it is a dark green long jacket, on the edges seems to be spiraling white mystic like symbols. under the coat she often wears very colorful muti colored shirts and white jean pants and white combat boots, often giving her a somewhat mismatched look. She often wears dark green gloves with white stripes gowning down each of the fingers. when ever she transforms her hand it takes the form of a dark green, claymore like blade with silver edging.
they can't tell me who to be
'CAUSE I'M NOT WHAT THEY SEE
[/size][/font]'CAUSE I'M NOT WHAT THEY SEE
Personality:[/size]
Mara for the most part does what she wants when she wants, only truly not doing or doing something when told by Mabaa-sama or someone of the same level is hers. Mara loves to be flashy and colorful not really caring if it draws peoples eyes. she often does everything she can with seemly endless amounts of energy, often causing people watching her, feel tired. When Mara does things she tends to do them in grand fashion, from cooking to attacking someone, and is often confident, and fearless in the face of a battle or challenge.
Mara in the long run often finds herself tired at the end of the day, she often to lend aid to almost anyone who asks, but often wont ask for help when she needs it. she is also quite friendly and doesn't mind making friends but often times prefers to be alone. she also fears her fellow witches, thinking sometime in the future they will find out about her weapon blood, and kill her. she often becomes sad when someone talks about family, almost like a state of depression. She does believe in witches' rights and fight with her life for them, but sometimes she thinks, it would be easier if the other races just stopped existing. While she publicly wont come out and say it, she loves manga of all kinds, her secert hideout in Death City it is almost filled to the brim with them, she also seems to have thing for childish or just plain cute objects, however she often keeps this a secert more the the manga thing.
Likes:
-battle
-drinking
-smoking
-storms
-cooking
-playing her mother's guitar
-manga
Dislikes:
-having to clean up
-people talking about having a happy family
-people touching/getting close to her mother's guitar
-people talking about her mother badly
Fears:
-Dieing some other way then by battle,
-Dr.Stein( due to all the story's she has heard about him)
Goals:
-to die in a fight so epic that it will be written in history books to be remembered forever....
Quirks/Habits:
tend to when someone walks by reading a manga she will often try to read it, often causing her to not look where shes going and crash into things. Tends to have some sort of drink on her at all times, often pulling it from her inside coat pocket.
Strengths:
-her weapon blood allows her to be much better at close combat then most witches
-Weapon form can often surprise people
-mantra is quite short allowing her to cast rather qucikly
-confident
Weaknesses:
-can't use weapon form around other witches, otherwise might be attacked by them.
-her anger can often get the best of her, causing her to attack without thinking.
-her eyes tend to give her away when shes angry
powers: Mara's mantra seems to be a much different then most others.
Weapon form: Mara can turn fully into a weapon, but would rather only, change her right hand. when it does change it turns into a dark green claymore like blade with silver edging. she can still use this while under soul protect.
Magic Resonance: a form of self Resonance, Mara invented after experimenting with her Witch magic and weapon blood, her blade hand doubles in size becoming serrated, a magic circle forms at the base of the end where her hand and blade are separate, the blade also seems to gain mystic like symbols on it. the blade also charged with lightning, shooting off sparks. getting hit with the blade in this form is like getting hit by lightning.
basic witch powers: Mara has the conman Abilities most witches have, most notably flight and soul protect.
dragkonis Aquaize: Summons orbs of water, that hit with a very power force.
dragkonis lightnara: after Mara says this her mouth will be filled with light and sparks of electricity, then with a roar a bolt of lightning shoots out at her target.
dragkonis stormgara: Mara causes the sky to be filled with a powerful controllable deadly storm, heavy wind, rain, and lightning strikes.
how can the world want me to change
THEY'RE THE ONES THAT STAY THE SAME
[/size][/font]THEY'RE THE ONES THAT STAY THE SAME
Family Members:[/size]
-father (dead)
-mother (dead)
History:
Mara was born to a very strange pair,a pair one would say is impossible, her father a Weapon and her mother a witch. but Mara wouldn't know her witch side in till later in her left, as shortly after she was born her mother "left" leaving her with her father, he raised her to telling her thing about her witch side. Mara was so happy when she was younger the only thing she really cared about was playing, and her mothers guitar she supposedly left for her daughter. her Father told her, that her mother left them them on business but never returned. Mara being the young girl she was believed this as fact and went on her cheery childish life, but soon that would change. one day when her father was out, was playing in the house. But then all the sudden she heard a sound coming from the storage room, which she was told not
to play in but she was drawn to the sound, entering the room which was filled to the brim with boxes and dust, making her way inside she fumbled around a little while in til she found her way to the back of the room small bit of light shining in though a window, standing there seemed to be a figure she fell back startled. but as she looked back up the figure was no longer there. where The figure was once standing now was a book Mara walked over to it, it was leather bond with a strap with a small lock on it, Mara took the book into her room, and using her weapon blood her father had been teaching her to use, she cut the strap off, within the first few pages she learned it was a old journal of her fathers.
As time went on she would secertly read the journal when ever she had time, keeping this fact away from her father, fearful he would be mad she had took something without asking, normally she would of put the book back, but the journal had things she wanted to know, like things about her mother. as she read she learned of how they first met the dates they had together and a much of other things, there was something about a secert as well, something her mom wanting no one to know about, and for a while caused the two to split up, only to get back together when they learned she was pregnant with Mara, after that
he kept writing about this secert and something about his duty, and how it was wrong. The pages before the last passage talked about Mara's birth and how happy they where. then The last passage went on and on about how he did something bad and how wrong it was, it also wasn't written all nice and neat like how the rest of the book was, and the past page said he hid his wrongs somewhere in his room. Mara not wanting to risk angering her father more, put the book back where she found it and went on with her life.
As days went on, she continued with her childhood, but what she read continued to nag and nag at the base of her skull. She didn't know why and soon her very soul seemed to shake. One day while her father was out, she no longer take it, and rushed into her fathers room and searched making a mess, not caring anymore if her father found out. after a hour she had nearly given up and started to leave the room only to stepped on a loose floorboard quickly she dropped to the floor trying to peek under the floor, there was something down there. she was for sure, she quickly started to pull up the floor boards a strange feeling driving her to continue. after a while she was able to pull up what was under the floorboards, it was a box. quickly opening the box she would find what looked like to be some sort of cloth she pulled it out to reveal it was some sort of strange looking long coat, under it happened to be a strange looking book and a envelope, placing the coat aside she picked up the envelope and opened it,
pulling out what looked to be a letter, and a photo. the photo showed her father with his hand around a silver haired woman playing a guitar, Mara quickly realized the woman was her mother, she had never seen a picture of her before. she placed the photo into her pocket and started to read the letter. The letter seemed to be a apology to her mother, but it didn't say why so she kept reading and reading trying to get to the end to find out why, then her heart sank, he had killed her because she was a witch. something just shifted inside her made her go mad she wanted to kill him, no she wanted to destroy him.
As her father returned home, the house would be dark, not a single light, thinking his daughter was asleep and not wanting to wake her he slowly crept into his room as he turned on the light his eyes would widen his room was destroyed, but that wasn't what scared him the most, lying on the floor next to the hole in the floor was the box where he had placed his wife's things, he turned to see two glaring eyes staring at him from the shadows, before he could react she rushed at him her hand a blade, he quickly reacted blocking with his own bladed hand . he was at a lost for words not only was his daughter attacking him but she was wearing her mothers coat. they she continued to attack and attack, her father only defending. he finally knocked her back, "Stop it Mara before I have to-" he would say only to have Mara Yell at him " so you can kill me to!" his was to shocked to move, as Mara soul appeared changing to a purple color, "dragkonis Aquaize!" a orb of water formed into her hand and she quickly send it flying to her fathers chest with a huge amount of force, killing him. Mara stood there looking down, her pupils like slits and her eyes colored yellow. Mara grabbed her mothers guitar, the book, and the photo of her mother and left the house, as she did a powerful storm kicked up, and after a few feet lightning feel from the sky slamming into her former home catching it ablaze, Mara could only smile as she left this place behind. As time went on, her power grew and with the help from the book her mother left behind she learned how to control this new found power. after a long while she ending up joining Mabaa-sama and her group of witches, however she hid the fact she had weapon blood, fearing they might kill her if they learned.
i want a moment to be real
WANNA TOUCH THINGS I DON'T FEEL
[/size][/font]WANNA TOUCH THINGS I DON'T FEEL
OOC Name: Mara[/size]
Age: eons
Member Title: Mara
Experience:around 6 years...stopped for like 3 or 4 didn't really write much in that time....so....kinda lost those years....
Post Example:
( post I did on a different site >.> with a different char.... <.<)
down a dark alleyway in a city on a moonlit night, there was a silence in the air, as if everyone was fearful trying to listen for the sound of something. then just as there was silence the winds started to howl and whisper, as in this dark alleyway what looked like a bubbling purple goo would seem to start to form from the shadows it self, then just had it seemed alive and it was still..... then it brust to live forming what looked like a skull like doorway, filled with a spirling darkness, the air itself seemed to be sucked into its gaping maw, then out stepped a figure dressed in black, a hood shrouding its face.
as it walked away from where it came, the doorway would slam shut leaving no trace of it being there. the figure slowly stepped from the alleyway and into the walkways of the city. After a short while the figure would enter at a small antique shop, " I'm sorry but where closing ." a man would say hearing the door to his shop, he would turn to see the figure who had just entered, " oh its you....my apologies..." he would say in a fearful tone, the figure would walk closer the light from a lamp on the counter would lift the shroud from the figures face, revealing what looked like a woman with very pale skin and red eyes.
"you have it?" she would say, glaring down at the man, the man was almost stuned with fear from just her eyes, as if death was staring him down.
" yes....I do ma'm..." he would say slowly reaching from under the counter and pulling out a very old looking book , the woman quickly snatched the book from the mans hands and started to flip the pages, " please be careful with that, its a very old and rare tome, it was very hard to find let alone get." he would say, the woman after fliping though a large amount of the pages would close it and start to walk out " wait about my payment." the man would say causing the woman to stop in her tracks.
" you were already payed the sum agreed upon, where you not?" the woman would say looking back at him.
" yes but, you see that book was much harder then I thought it would be to find and, I was hoping that I could get a bonus?" the man would say fearfully, the woman would seemly vanish reappearing next to him, causing him to fall over.
" how about your bonus is me letting you live?" the woman would say, pointing at the man with her finger a orb of dark purple energy forming at the end of it. the man would cry out in fear, and the woman would just laugh vanishing reappearing next to the door and walking out, as she walked down the street and shadowy like figure would raise from the ground infront of her, The woman would stop handing the book to the creature, "take it to angel, she will know where it to put it...." the woman
would say, the shadowy creature would nod before sinking back into the ground along with the book, the woman would then continue to walk down the walkway.
Application made by Rachel. Lyrics belong to respective owners.
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