Name: Marguerite
Age: 16
Birthday: March 21
Gender: Female
Species: Changeling
Category: Student
Class: High School
Grade: 10th Grade
Appearance Description: She is a proud, fey thing, with wild eyes as bright as a cloudless morning, and a weak and willowy, form. The heritage of her fae birth is obvious in those slender lines, in that otherworldly loveliness that touches her features, high cheekbones made for a life among the aristocracy, soft lips, a delicate jaw framed by flowing waves of chocolate. Her golden skin is clearly pampered, soft and flawless with warm undertones that mark her heritage. There is a strange quality to her beauty, an often distant and unpredictable aspect to those lovely dark eyes that can be off-putting, even when her curves manage to entice. Yet she carries herself with the effortless poise of a high born, every movement marked with a youthful sort of arrogance, a presence somewhere between commanding and gently compelling.
Shining brunette hair is worn mostly loose, a few pins of burnished silver holding choice pieces back from her face before the rest falls down her back in softly brushed curls. On her right ring finger a band of rose gold gleams, set with sapphire and jet between simple, open circles that resemble the links to a chain.
Personality Description: Marguerite is a creature of contradictions, and those who have paid attention to her maturation since her adoption at the age of ten have described her as charming, gregarious and even mesmerizing on her best days, and indulgent, distracted, strange, and impulsive on her worst. Whether one thinks there are more of the former or the latter is really a matter of opinion, and almost everyone has an opinion.
Species Abilities:
Powers:
Polygot: The ability to naturally understand and translate any language, spoken or written. This does however, only extend to the human and fae tongue. She cannot listen to the conversations of angels in celestial or any other creature in their native language, but all human languages, common and extinct, come naturally to her.
Enhanced Perception: if she concentrates she can become fully aware of an entire room down to the most minute detail, and will be aware of any changes that occur within. If her concentration is lost however, so is her perception of the room.
TW: Child Abuse, Mentions of drug use, addiction, abuse, probably a few others i missed too, be prepared.
Biography: 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, 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.
Marguerite cried the day she had to stop spending time with him for the sake of going to school, he was a boy and didn't cry, it would be unmanly, but there was a look to his eyes that stayed with her while she was away, and their weekends and holidays were /always/ spent together. Inseparable and close as always, the half to the others whole.
The school began to pull the young orphan out of her shell though. There was so much to do, and so many people to meet. While she never felt much pressure to be liked, since she had a good friend at home, she finds herself making lots of friends regardless and effortlessly getting straight A's in classes dealing with her ability to think in a social manner such as sociology and the like.. The classes she took and the friends she made had a direct correlation, she was a master at socializing and had a way of wrapping people around her finger. The praise she got for scoring so well in her classes also encouraged her to put more effort into those she couldn't naturally ace, and though she could not completely devote herself to scoring all A's in everything, outside of the aforementioned classes she would usually manage to maintain a B average, or on a particularly good week score an unexpected A.
Just as she was developing outside of the sweet-mannered but shy babe who had arrived at the orphanage, so too did her friend grow from boy to man. He was stricter now, though never to her, professional, polite, charming, seemingly everything she could guess society must want in a man. Her teachers never talked much about men, outside of the outright disturbing sex-ed class, but whenever she imagined her future husband, his face is what entered her mind.
Yet none of these events could compare to those of her tenth year.
Every so often the orphanage would host charity fundraisers, and at the end of the night some of the older children would be asked to get up and thank those that donated for help ensuring the orphanages continued success. It usually varied from cringey and awkward to bumbling like adorable, and when they were younger Marguerite and her friend would sit in the shadows with some snacks and giggle at the spectacle.
But this year was different, this year /they/ were the spectacle. But deciding to change it up, they vowed to one another they would change the perception of the event, get up there with prepared speeches and for one night, be perfect examples of a boy and girl.
Neither of them could have predicted how that simple decision would change their life. Especially not when the fallout came. She was used to strangers approaching her, as an orphan many wanted to see if she was their type, but she didn;t take offense when most opted for a natural child instead. kids her age were at school all the time and rarely home, why would they want to adopt a child when they could just have their own who would be a proper family member home for dinner every night?
But this couple stayed, they asked her all sorts of questions about her life, about school, about her friends, they seemed to want to know all about her. Marguerite tried her best not to get her hopes up, but at the end of the night, when the event was over, she couldn't help but invite them to come visit her again sometime on the weekend.
So she was beyond ecstatic when they actually did and offered to adopt her. In that moment she wasn't thinking of her friend and lifetime crush. Her head was full of dreams and fantasies about what it would be like to finally have a family once more, and so she accepted. What little belongings she had were packed up and she was moved from her small shared room in the orphanage to one of the refurbished old town mansions.
But then something went horribly wrong.
She had gotten some pocket money from her family to buy presents for her friends, and since she only had one friend she could splurge. She bought two rose gold rings, one a simple band of circle links like a chain and the other bedecked in jewels. She went back and gave the plainer one to him, something for him to remember her by and then they hurried to go pack. She thought he had left the room and was going to change, only for him to walk in on her, in her underwear, scars bared for the world to see.
She screamed at him, cursed at him, and chased him out. Didn't speak to him the rest of the night. It was all over. He had seen her scars, he would never love her now, she was just a flawed and imperfect piece of trash and she could never change that. She had loved him since she first met him, even as young as ten she knew that, but now that meant nothing, he would never look at her the same way again.
She never spoke to him from that day on. She preoccupied herself with settling into her new life and family, trying to convince herself that they were all she needed. But she could never forget her friend, even as she grew close to her sister, a god touched individual with a luck to bad luck ratio to equal her own. Even as she enjoyed an allowance of fifty dollars a day, she could never seem to drown her sorrows, and she buried herself in work, work meaning being an overacheiver at school and taking on way too mant after school activitie than was really supposed to be done. As long as she was busy, as long as she didn't rest, she wouldn't think of him.
For a few years she and her family just travelled. Which meant Marguerite had to be homeschooled, but she was fine with that. Though she had once been so social losing her friend, losing her everything had reduced that down to nothing. She could be social if the situation demanded it, faking it, but with her family and by herself, she had regressed into a much quieter individual, she half expected them to send her back but....they just supported her.
Life could never be good without her bestfriend, but her families love kept it tolerable and ocassionally happy. But then came the day her sister attracted the attention of a death god, and they fled to an island known for being a haven of the supernatural. Her sister was largely kept indoors now, but she was free to explore and find her life on this new island. Especially when her sister would emerge from indoors, and drag her out for vacations or shopping trips. She came to love them, it was easy to forget her problems when she was far away or too busy enjoying a new hobby or toy.
Then came the day she opened her door to find her childhood friend on her doorstep. There were no words said, no tears, insults, anger. Nothing. Just the longest staring contest ever and an overwhelming feeling that, no matter where she hid, or what she did, those feelings she carried in her heart would always bring her back to him, even as he stared her down with that hateful gaze.
She wasn't surprised when shortly after this, her fae powers began to manifest. She had always suspected it. The iron, the physical weakness, the intuitiveness with languages and knowing her surroundings. Now she knew and she threw herself into this new life. A new start, a way to avoid her friend her now lurked about the island. She could do this, she could move on. Her friend was gone, possibly forever unless a miracle occured to erase his memory and repair their friendship, but she would learn to live without him, and one day find joy in her own life, apart from him.
She didn;t really have a choice.
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Age: 16
Birthday: March 21
Gender: Female
Species: Changeling
Category: Student
Class: High School
Grade: 10th Grade
Appearance Description: She is a proud, fey thing, with wild eyes as bright as a cloudless morning, and a weak and willowy, form. The heritage of her fae birth is obvious in those slender lines, in that otherworldly loveliness that touches her features, high cheekbones made for a life among the aristocracy, soft lips, a delicate jaw framed by flowing waves of chocolate. Her golden skin is clearly pampered, soft and flawless with warm undertones that mark her heritage. There is a strange quality to her beauty, an often distant and unpredictable aspect to those lovely dark eyes that can be off-putting, even when her curves manage to entice. Yet she carries herself with the effortless poise of a high born, every movement marked with a youthful sort of arrogance, a presence somewhere between commanding and gently compelling.
Shining brunette hair is worn mostly loose, a few pins of burnished silver holding choice pieces back from her face before the rest falls down her back in softly brushed curls. On her right ring finger a band of rose gold gleams, set with sapphire and jet between simple, open circles that resemble the links to a chain.
Personality Description: Marguerite is a creature of contradictions, and those who have paid attention to her maturation since her adoption at the age of ten have described her as charming, gregarious and even mesmerizing on her best days, and indulgent, distracted, strange, and impulsive on her worst. Whether one thinks there are more of the former or the latter is really a matter of opinion, and almost everyone has an opinion.
Species Abilities:
- Ability to utilize glamour, disguise self as others, or change physical apperance
- Increased intelligence to a nearly prodigious level
- Increased luck to the point her luck is rather pendulam like, she will have extremly good luck (ie being adopted by a ridiculously wealthy family), or horrifically bad luck (ie being abused for years or her friend discovering her secret scars)
- Weak or diseased body, physical illness. The curse of many fae, in Marguerite's case, it came in the form of being born premature and suffering her entire life under that strain.
- Easily fatigued as noted above she's a premie baby, and fae already struggle with endurance, which means she struggles doubly so.
- Weakness to fire, while a normal person might get nicked, she might light on fire.
- Inability to maintain glamour when exposed to foxglove
- Weakness to Iron, first touch will leave her skin reddened, exposed touch can physically burn her and prolonged touch will outright burn away skin.
- Weakness to Holly in the form of allergies and her glamour's tend to flicker.
- Weakness to Holy or Blessed Objects. At minimum they give her headaches, some even burn her.
Powers:
Polygot: The ability to naturally understand and translate any language, spoken or written. This does however, only extend to the human and fae tongue. She cannot listen to the conversations of angels in celestial or any other creature in their native language, but all human languages, common and extinct, come naturally to her.
Enhanced Perception: if she concentrates she can become fully aware of an entire room down to the most minute detail, and will be aware of any changes that occur within. If her concentration is lost however, so is her perception of the room.
TW: Child Abuse, Mentions of drug use, addiction, abuse, probably a few others i missed too, be prepared.
Biography: 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, 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.
Marguerite cried the day she had to stop spending time with him for the sake of going to school, he was a boy and didn't cry, it would be unmanly, but there was a look to his eyes that stayed with her while she was away, and their weekends and holidays were /always/ spent together. Inseparable and close as always, the half to the others whole.
The school began to pull the young orphan out of her shell though. There was so much to do, and so many people to meet. While she never felt much pressure to be liked, since she had a good friend at home, she finds herself making lots of friends regardless and effortlessly getting straight A's in classes dealing with her ability to think in a social manner such as sociology and the like.. The classes she took and the friends she made had a direct correlation, she was a master at socializing and had a way of wrapping people around her finger. The praise she got for scoring so well in her classes also encouraged her to put more effort into those she couldn't naturally ace, and though she could not completely devote herself to scoring all A's in everything, outside of the aforementioned classes she would usually manage to maintain a B average, or on a particularly good week score an unexpected A.
Just as she was developing outside of the sweet-mannered but shy babe who had arrived at the orphanage, so too did her friend grow from boy to man. He was stricter now, though never to her, professional, polite, charming, seemingly everything she could guess society must want in a man. Her teachers never talked much about men, outside of the outright disturbing sex-ed class, but whenever she imagined her future husband, his face is what entered her mind.
Yet none of these events could compare to those of her tenth year.
Every so often the orphanage would host charity fundraisers, and at the end of the night some of the older children would be asked to get up and thank those that donated for help ensuring the orphanages continued success. It usually varied from cringey and awkward to bumbling like adorable, and when they were younger Marguerite and her friend would sit in the shadows with some snacks and giggle at the spectacle.
But this year was different, this year /they/ were the spectacle. But deciding to change it up, they vowed to one another they would change the perception of the event, get up there with prepared speeches and for one night, be perfect examples of a boy and girl.
Neither of them could have predicted how that simple decision would change their life. Especially not when the fallout came. She was used to strangers approaching her, as an orphan many wanted to see if she was their type, but she didn;t take offense when most opted for a natural child instead. kids her age were at school all the time and rarely home, why would they want to adopt a child when they could just have their own who would be a proper family member home for dinner every night?
But this couple stayed, they asked her all sorts of questions about her life, about school, about her friends, they seemed to want to know all about her. Marguerite tried her best not to get her hopes up, but at the end of the night, when the event was over, she couldn't help but invite them to come visit her again sometime on the weekend.
So she was beyond ecstatic when they actually did and offered to adopt her. In that moment she wasn't thinking of her friend and lifetime crush. Her head was full of dreams and fantasies about what it would be like to finally have a family once more, and so she accepted. What little belongings she had were packed up and she was moved from her small shared room in the orphanage to one of the refurbished old town mansions.
But then something went horribly wrong.
She had gotten some pocket money from her family to buy presents for her friends, and since she only had one friend she could splurge. She bought two rose gold rings, one a simple band of circle links like a chain and the other bedecked in jewels. She went back and gave the plainer one to him, something for him to remember her by and then they hurried to go pack. She thought he had left the room and was going to change, only for him to walk in on her, in her underwear, scars bared for the world to see.
She screamed at him, cursed at him, and chased him out. Didn't speak to him the rest of the night. It was all over. He had seen her scars, he would never love her now, she was just a flawed and imperfect piece of trash and she could never change that. She had loved him since she first met him, even as young as ten she knew that, but now that meant nothing, he would never look at her the same way again.
She never spoke to him from that day on. She preoccupied herself with settling into her new life and family, trying to convince herself that they were all she needed. But she could never forget her friend, even as she grew close to her sister, a god touched individual with a luck to bad luck ratio to equal her own. Even as she enjoyed an allowance of fifty dollars a day, she could never seem to drown her sorrows, and she buried herself in work, work meaning being an overacheiver at school and taking on way too mant after school activitie than was really supposed to be done. As long as she was busy, as long as she didn't rest, she wouldn't think of him.
For a few years she and her family just travelled. Which meant Marguerite had to be homeschooled, but she was fine with that. Though she had once been so social losing her friend, losing her everything had reduced that down to nothing. She could be social if the situation demanded it, faking it, but with her family and by herself, she had regressed into a much quieter individual, she half expected them to send her back but....they just supported her.
Life could never be good without her bestfriend, but her families love kept it tolerable and ocassionally happy. But then came the day her sister attracted the attention of a death god, and they fled to an island known for being a haven of the supernatural. Her sister was largely kept indoors now, but she was free to explore and find her life on this new island. Especially when her sister would emerge from indoors, and drag her out for vacations or shopping trips. She came to love them, it was easy to forget her problems when she was far away or too busy enjoying a new hobby or toy.
Then came the day she opened her door to find her childhood friend on her doorstep. There were no words said, no tears, insults, anger. Nothing. Just the longest staring contest ever and an overwhelming feeling that, no matter where she hid, or what she did, those feelings she carried in her heart would always bring her back to him, even as he stared her down with that hateful gaze.
She wasn't surprised when shortly after this, her fae powers began to manifest. She had always suspected it. The iron, the physical weakness, the intuitiveness with languages and knowing her surroundings. Now she knew and she threw herself into this new life. A new start, a way to avoid her friend her now lurked about the island. She could do this, she could move on. Her friend was gone, possibly forever unless a miracle occured to erase his memory and repair their friendship, but she would learn to live without him, and one day find joy in her own life, apart from him.
She didn;t really have a choice.
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