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Red roses are quite pretty, but I don't mind blue either. Does liking all good things equally, and not desiring the one moreso than the other make me selfish?

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✦ Full Name ✦

Mary Maier
Origin and Meaning: The name "Mary" can have several meanings, including "Wished-for Child," "Sea of Bitterness," and "Rebelliousness." Her surname, meanwhile, means "Superior." It's likely, given her evident good breeding, that this refers to some member of her immediate ancestry who was a minor landowner of some sort, and thus was referred to by his workers in this way.

✦ Alias ✦

Frau Blau
Origin and Meaning: A semi-ironic nickname she picked up in court for her choice of attire and affectations of nobility despite her lowly social standing. It means "Miss Blue." Despite its initially derogatory nature, Mary has embraced it, evidently finding this particular pet name rather amusing.

✦ Gender ✦

Female

✦ Age ✦

Twenty-one...?
Addendum: ...Or so she claims, anyway. In reality, she looks closer to fifteen than twenty. Given her youthful appearance, some members of the crew doubt she's as old as she says she is. However, given the span of time over which her personal history must have taken place, it's equally doubtful that she's as young as she looks. Her actual age is probably somewhere between the two estimates, with her assumed age being a mere justification so nobody questions her right to serve on board the ship, or her choices in drinks...

✦ Race ✦

Human

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✦ Faction ✦

Crew of the H.M.S. Atlantis

✦ Sexual Orientation ✦

Heterosexual

✦ Face Claim ✦

Armeechef, Pixiv Fantasia Fallen Kings

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✦ Height ✦

5'6"

✦ Weight ✦

107 lbs.

✦ Eye Color ✦

Crimson

✦ Hair Color ✦

Pale Golden-Blonde

✦ Physical Description ✦

A lithe young lady of somewhat average height, Mary's stature isn't exactly impressive. With her body's proportions balanced between body and limbs, she consequently doesn't look terribly remarkable in either department, possessing neither a stout, powerful trunk, or the long, limber limbs of an athlete. Her shoulders are narrow, her hands somewhat dainty, and her body itself somewhat unhealthily thin, such that one can sometimes see the tips of her ribs framing her flat stomach in silhouette. However, contrasting the smallness and fragility of the rest of her figure are broad hips and a prominent bustline, giving her an air of becoming womanly maturity that clashes somewhat with her otherwise frail and tiny build.

Her skin is very pale, suggesting a life spent largely indoors. With a soft, largely uniform texture, it seems oddly like the porcelain "flesh" of some rare and expertly crafted doll. With its faint pinkish-white hue coupled with the more vibrant gold of her long, flowing hair - its straight locks usually tied into twin ponytails running down to a point close to the small of her back, meant to keep it out of her face - and with the bright wine-red of her ruby-hued eyes, her very presence seems to speak life, vitality, and color, even into the dreariest of surroundings.

Despite her body's blossoming maturity, her face yet remains rather childish. Her cheeks are round and full, bearing a faint tinge of red. Her nose and ears are both rather petite, doing little to draw one's gaze away from the most prominent feature of her face: her eyes. Framed by curtains of golden hair and by the rosy cheeks beneath them, they form a spot of even brighter color than all of the vibrant hues surrounding them. Yet, much like with her body's clashing of differing elements, although her face's general shape seems very round and childlike, there are at the same time several much more rigid, angular elements to her countenance. Her cheekbones are somewhat high-set, tempering the roundness of her face with a few sharp angles that give the ruby-red eyes they frame an air of seriousness and maturity, a notion that is further strengthened by the firm setting of her somewhat broad jawline. And yet, given her usual mode of expression - her rosy lips ever so slightly spread in a cheery, sometimes cocky grin, revealing the silvery white teeth that lie beneath them - it's oftentimes difficult to see her as anything but a child, save when she's actually putting into practice the good breeding she obviously possesses, instead of simply behaving according to her impulses and whims. Regardless of what age she says she is, what age she appears to be, and how she acts, however, it's obvious that she's at the very least has a decently good reason for her sometimes rather overwhelmingly forward behavior. Her nature has given her a quite fetching appearance, and she clearly knows it - perhaps a bit too well...

✦ Distinguishing Features ✦

Red Eyes...?: While they make for a rather pleasing color combination with her hair and her skin, her eyes have been known to put people a bit on edge. Given the lands she comes from - the Saurus Islands - there are many who have taken this rather unusual eye color as an indication of Vampirism. However, the head of the Avalian noble house of Deoria - her benefactor, and the one who recommended her to the crew of the Atlantis - have long since disproved this claim, as when she arrived in Avalia, she was held in quarantine due to these very same suspicions. After being observed for a month surviving without any means of drinking blood, and displaying no ill effects such as Blood Madness, she was determined to be unturned. Even so, despite this evidence, there are many people who raise claims of Vampirism against her, and she's become something of a pariah in the Avalian court because of these rumors, however unfounded. Thus, her eyes, which might otherwise be her crowning glory, are also something of a sore spot for her.
Golden Haired Maiden: It is not often that one finds a person with naturally blonde hair. However, it is much more common in the Saurus Islands than it is in the mainland countries, a statement which holds especially true in Avalia, located as it is on the far side of the continent from Mary's homeland. In particular, descendants of the various Saurian tribes are somewhat notable on the mainland for their hair, which is very often a particular shade that has come to be known as "Saurian Gold." Mary's locks are a perfect example of this hue, being a very pale reddish-yellow color which tends to catch the light in a particular way that makes it look as though her hair is spun from genuine white gold, glowing beneath the sunlight. On the mainland, where such colors are incredibly rare, this has come to be a rather sought after trait, valued especially in a bride by the upper classes of society. Given her reliance on Duke Deoria's patronage, this particular societal norm has led to some of her detractors in court spreading rumors that she's Deoria's mistress. Although he's publicly denied these claims, this, again, has failed to stop the gossip.
Blue Rose: Mary tends to wear a rather iconic ornament in her hair, consisting simply of a lace-adorned cloth with a small blue rose pinned to it, enchanted by basic magic so that it will not wilt, though plucked long ago. A blue flower is a prominent feature of the crest of House Deoria, meaning this ornament is likely meant to mark her as a vassal of the Duke's. However, the flower in the crest is meant to be the mythical "Fern Flower," said to grant the one who picks it luck, wealth, and knowledge. Notably, in the Deoria coat of arms, the stem of the Fern Flower is shown as having been cut by the blade of a sword, making the intended symbolism somewhat obvious.

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However, Mary's blue rose has a somewhat different meaning. Given that blue roses do not naturally occur in nature - with her own being simply dyed that color - they have long been a symbol in certain mystic sects for secrecy, illusions, enigmas, and ambiguity. In such sects, those who are given the sign of a blue rose often wear it as a symbol of their enlightenment, or of hidden knowledge. The blue rose can also often be seen as a sign of deception, the mark of an unattainable perfection that beguiles the eyes of those who behold it, convincing them to believe in an insubstantial ideal that will ultimately betray them. Given these diverse meanings, and her own temperament, it's quite likely that Mary wears this ornament specifically to mock those in court who cast doubt upon her, implying that they are as superstitious as the adherents of such mystery cults, whether they be calling her a vampire, a witch, or a mere upstart seductress with aspirations for nobility.

✦ Oddities ✦

Ambiguous Age: In appearance, one might say that Mary looks like she could be, at most, around 18. However, she customarily acts with refinement and composure, seeming to indicate extensive personal experience in high society, which one would not expect of a young exile such as herself. At the same time, though, she's also capable of acting remarkably capricious and immature, much more befitting the child she resembles. And, although it isn't immediately obvious given her outward facade of respectability, she's also something of a drinker, as one can quite often find her lazing about with a wineglass in her hand when she has little else to do. Although normally one might not expect someone to get so easily drunk off of cheap wine, her small body mass and youth - assuming she's as young as she looks - make her rather susceptible to the effects of alchohol - especially in the quantities she imbibes it in. At the same time, though, it's also debatable how much of her "drunkenness" is due to a legitimate mental incapacity, and how much is just her acting. She seems to sober up as quickly as she needs to, in any case, even to the point of sometimes staggering about in a stupor one moment and dealing in matters of state the next. She appears equally capable of disregarding the effects of a hangover when it's convenient to her - an ability which any other drunk might envy a great deal.
Unnatural Charisma: Quite simply, when Mary really wants something, looks you in the eye and asks you politely for it, it's very hard to say no. Part of this is probably just her physical attractiveness at work, since it's hard to deny a beautiful young lady something when she's in need and begging you for it. However, it's possible, given the number of forms of magic in which she has dabbled, that this might be the result of some sort of spell on her part. If it is, though, it's certainly too subtle to be detected, even by an expert mage. This is good - since it means that if there is a spell, it must be too weak to exert an overwhelming influence on a person's psyche, meaning that it still is possible, if nonetheless difficult, to deny her a favor - and bad - since nobody can prove decisively whether she's actually coercing people with magic or not. This superstition is far from the strangest of the rumors surrounding her, in any case, so it's likely that this, like the others, is just a fabrication of her detractors in court, meant to make her seem more of a threat than she really is. But, it does pay to be wary of such superstitions, regardless.
Hidden Scars: Although few people ever get a glimpse of them, Mary's back actually bears four very prominent scars. The first is a very severe looking patch of darkened flesh, burnt an ugly shade of red. This starts in the middle of her back, and wraps partially around her left hip. Overlapping with this are the remaining three. The second and third are two long lines of dark red, looking as though her flesh was cut precisely from each of her shoulderblades down to the middle of her back with some sort of blade, then sewn back together. The final scar is perhaps the most severe - a giant blotch of hardened scar tissue directly under her left shoulder, looking like somebody tried to stab her clear through her back and into her heart, but didn't quite go far enough. It's likely that these old wounds were dealt to her before she fled persecution in her home country, and as such, they aren't terribly surprising. However, they are still rather horrifying to look at - and as such, Mary almost always keeps them covered, favoring comparatively conservative dresses and cloaks over more showy garments.

✦ Clothing/Armor ✦

Somewhat infamous in the Avalian court, Mary's usual attire is what earned her her somewhat derisive nickname. Consisting of a short black-on-white dress that extends down to her thighs, with thigh-high black stockings to match. These are in turn paired with similarly colored boots with slightly elevated soles, making her look at least a few inches taller than she actually is, and thus lending her presence a somewhat more regal aspect. Finally, to cover the scars on her back, which would otherwise show due to her bare shoulders, she is customarily clad in a split-tailed black cloak with similarly colored lace trim, and royal blue lining. This cloak also includes a set of two hard leather pauldrons which serve to keep it resting securely on her shoulders, as well as causing it to drape over her arms, forming loose "sleeves." She completes her little ensemble with a pair of black-on-white ballroom gloves, shortened to go only up to her wrists rather than extending clear to her elbows, and thick enough to keep her tender hands from chafing from the strain of using a sword, while thin enough to give her the dexterity to actually use it. Speaking of which, her trusty side sword is hung from an X-shaped sword belt just beneath her corset. And, although she seldom uses it, her cloak also comes with a hood, should she feel the need to cover her head. She seldom varies this ensemble overly much, changing out the dress for other, similar ones, but usually keeping her overall color scheme - after she earned her little nickname, she donned her rose ornament and changed out her wardrobe to match, as part of her smug acceptance of her new "title" - and almost never abandoning her signature cloak, which, oddly enough, never seems to get dirty, no matter how often she wears it, or in what locales. Maybe it's enchanted...?

✦ Class Specializations ✦

The Dabbler: A Jack-of-all-trades, and a master of none, Mary has some skill in a great many fields, but true expertise in none of them. She has received some degree of training in the art of the sword, but it's quite clear that this knowledge isn't exactly extensive. While she can maintain a basic stance and perform some basic cuts and thrusts without losing her balance, her defense is somewhat lacking, as is her resolve. If someone swings at her, she tends to retreat on instinct rather than trying to parry and counterattack. Nevertheless, she seems to have very good reflexes, allowing her to compensate somewhat for her inexperience. In addition to this knowledge, she also possesses some knowledge of healing magic - but this knowledge seems only to extend healing her own injuries, rather than those of others. Finally, she also possesses the ability to summon basic familiars in the form of glowing, spectral vermilion butterflies. These familiars seem to be limited in number only by how much energy Mary has available with which to call them forth, and also seem capable of sustaining themselves even over a truly massive range, suggesting that they must be very energy efficient. However, while they make good scouts, they aren't terribly useful in a battle. Their only means of attack is to dive bomb a single target and explode, which, unless there are a great deal of them currently summoned, isn't terribly effective, and can be rather easily dodged. They can serve as a shield by intercepting either a physical or magical attack - as they seem to be tangible, to some extent - but again, only if enough of them are present to create a solid canopy of familiars with which to block the attack. Consequently, although Mary might become a formidable fighter, given more training with the sword and with using magic to both summon combat-capable guardians and to strengthen and rejuvenate her own body, she as of yet has a very long way to go.

✦ Weapon of Choice ✦

Avalian Side Sword: An excellently crafted weapon, commissioned by the royal smith. Its blade is forged from the finest quality steel, and, while long - the blade is about four feet, four inches, while the hilt makes up another eight, causing it to come out to a total of approximately five feet in length - is very thin, similar in design to a lighter fencing foil. It is primarily tapered towards its razor sharp point, and meant as a long thrusting weapon, similar to an estoc. However, it can also be used for slashing, providing the opponent is lightly armored, as the blade's light weight makes it somewhat fragile, and causes it to lack leverage for heavier chopping attacks. It serves just as much of a purpose as an ornament as it does as a weapon, as it is conspicuously adorned both on the hilt and on the flat of the blade with ostentatious bits of silver. While its balance is excellent, and it is fairly easy to use, however, Mary is still somewhat inexperienced at utilizing it effectively in battle.

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✦ Personality ✦

To describe Mary is almost to describe two separate and contradictory individuals. On the surface, she is a lady of the court - an elegant and patriotic maiden who speaks with eloquence and grace, attends upon her betters with loyalty and good faith, and does what she must for the sake of all. She holds her honor in high esteem, and tends to negotiate matters according to binding contracts, whereby both parties shall benefit in some regard, should they keep her word. When she makes such a pledge, she almost never reneges upon it, viewing lies and oathbreaking as uncouth. This doesn't mean she's actually terribly trustworthy, though, as she has a tendency to use manipulative wording in these "contracts," drawing those to whom she proposes them to draw false conclusions about her intentions. A shred politician and businesswoman, she never makes a deal unless she herself profits from it, and isn't above a little deception to ensure this fact - so long as she doesn't actually lie or renege upon a promise outright. She's as good as her word, at the very least - there's just the constant question of what exactly her word means.

In private life, however, Mary is anything but constrained, either by custom or by propriety. She lives vivaciously, acting always with a sort of reckless abandon that leads her to charge into whatever seems to strike her fancy head on. Fiercely competitive, she seems to take defeat as a personal insult, rather than as a sign of how she can improve. Without direction, she wanders aimlessly from one enjoyable thing to another, seeming intent on sampling all the world's bounty before she'll ever be satisfied. With a sharp wit and a tremendous amount of enthusiasm, conversing with her can be very enjoyable, due to the amount of energy and focus she puts into almost everything she does. However, it can also be very annoying, as she tends to dive into things head first, and hates being questioned for her choices. In that sense, she can be almost like a rebellious teenager, insistent on having her own way, and reproaching anyone who tries to tie her down.

Frustrated to no end by all the conventions and manners she must adopt to function in courtly life, she seems to respond by shaking those things off the moment she gets the chance, and then biding her time in overindulging her own diverse impulses and appetites until she can stomach them no longer. Her love of drink seems to be just one particular facet of this pseudo-hedonism, but it is by no means the only one, nor, in fact, is it even the most shocking. Perhaps the most stark break from her public person is her rather flirtatious attitude in private, as she tends to indulge in occasional promiscuity when behind closed doors - although naturally she guards this facet of her personality very closely, such that, aside from the rumors about her relationship with the Duke, not even her detractors know about it. Even then, there isn't any solid evidence against her, as she isn't one to give herself away carelessly. Indeed, rather than entering into affairs for the sake of physical pleasure, she seems more interested in the prospect of earning the devotion of whoever it is she's taken a fancy to. And yet, she herself almost never commits to any significant degree, seeming to feel uncomfortable with the very concept of showing the same devotion she herself craves to another. Thus, she usually ends up breaking off any and all affairs just as swiftly and impulsively as she enters into them. Mary is also very easily depressed, seeming oftentimes to be caught up in reminiscence about her past, or to size herself up in some respect against those around her, and to find herself sorely lacking. This may be another reason why she turns to drink or other such pleasures so frequently despite her young age, as they help her forget about her troubles.

In short, she is at times calm, at others impulsive - at times noble, at times childish - at times devoted and faithful, at others distant and emotionally cold - at times indefatigable and brazen, at others despondent and hopeless. A complex girl, she always tries to be admired. Yet, if one sees through her ruse of sophistication and actually examines her actions, they'll find that she's actually quite immature. She is many things, but though she might try to appear as an elegant and aristocratic lady to those around her, most of all, she is a girl who has been thrust directly into the world of adults - and who may not have been ready the face the consequences.

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✦ Likes ✦

Respect: Whether she's acting as the noble representative of House Deoria, or simply as herself, she loves little more than being treated with honor and admiration. Being rather proud by nature, having her ego stroked is a sure-fire way to improve her mood.
Wittiness: Mary is, perhaps, a touch too fond of her own quick tongue. She indulges quite frequently in sarcastic quips and jabs, even directed at those she considers friends. Although these are, for the most part, meant in jest, she enjoys it a great deal when people catch her hidden meaning, and loves it still more if they respond in kind. Due to her partiality for wordplay, she's also rather fond of puns, usually of the terrible variety. Fortunately, she usually restricts her usage of this sort of "humor" to private conversations, viewing them as unbecoming for a lady of high standing.
Theatrics: If Mary is constantly one thing, she is larger than life. She always speaks and acts as though on a stage, with precise enunciation to get her point across, and grandiose gesticulations to emphasize her opinions. Even when acting informally, she usually continues to speak in this formal manner, making her points with the same level of... well, hamminess, for lack of a better word. Despite her childish actions when acting outside of her capacity as a Deoria vassal, she still seems to take herself entirely seriously, as though she doesn't actually know how to act casual. Maybe she's trying to impress people with her good breeding, even when kicking moderation to the curb and doing as she pleases...?
Food and Drink: As a perpetual pleasure-seeker, Mary always loves trying new things. Given her own somewhat deprived background as a refugee, and her current status as a favored vassal of a prestigious lord, it's only natural that exquisite and luxurious new delicacies would be near the top of the list of her favorite things. She's especially fond of meat, but also enjoys sweets and various foreign fruits a great deal. As mentioned before, she's also very partial to wine - particularly red - and tends oftentimes to drink it to excess.
Winning: Due to her aforementioned pride, she has a tremendous competitive streak. In almost any consideration, her first priority is ensuring that she comes out on top - be it materially, or in prestige. As such, she doesn't test herself against other people for the sake of the challenge. Rather, she does it solely for the satisfaction of winning, and for whatever reward she might be able to get.

✦ Dislikes ✦

Being Touched: Mary seldom, if ever, talks about what she experienced in the Saurus Islands that drove her to flee across the world, or, moreover, about any of the tribulations she faced prior to coming to Avalia. However, given the extensive scars she bears as a result of whatever happened to her, it's only natural that she finds physical contact rather unpleasant, especially if it occurs without warning. Although she usually keeps this discomfort under control under normal circumstances, if she is taken by surprise, she'll often lash out against what she perceives as an attack.
Attachments: Mary, despite her outward confidence and erstwhile composure, isn't one to trust easily. Rather than being reassured by overtures of friendship, people treating her nicely actually tends to make her nervous, since interacting with people on any basis save a formal one is almost entirely unfamiliar to her. As such, to win her favor, one must be willing to put up with her suspicion, and general aversion to committing to any deeper relationship than a professional one, until such time as one can earn her trust. Although, how one might do that is anyone's guess...
Condescension: Given her pride and the fact that she doesn't seem to be nearly as old as she pretends to be, this is sort of an obvious hatred on her part. People seldom believe her claims of being 21, and oftentimes treat her as a child no matter how sophisticated she tries to act, which is a cause of endless frustration for her.
Animals: Actually, it's more a matter of animals disliking her. She's rather fond of them, but oftentimes ends up scaring them - probably because of her over-the-top theatrics. As such, she has rather terrible luck at dealing with animals.
Loud Noises: She seems to have very sensitive hearing, as loud noises often irk her to no end, causing her to complain of frequent headaches. This may not be the fault of the noises, however, but rather caused by her excessive fondness for drink...

✦ Motto ✦

"...Perhaps there is some element of the good even in the simple act of living, so long as the evils of existence do not preponderate too heavily." - Aristotle

✦ Motivation ✦

Reparation for Sanctuary: Avalia was where Mary found shelter when her own homeland fell to tyranny. Now, even if some of its more respectable citizens have looked upon her claims regarding the state of the Saurus Islands with a great deal of scorn, she has stated her desire to assist Avalia in re-establishing its own civil order, so as to prevent the country that protected her from succumbing to the same fate as her native land.
Expatriate Revanchist: This isn't the only reason Mary is helping with the expedition, however. Much as she wants to repay the Avalians for all that they have done for her, she has also stated her desire to topple the tyrant who has taken control of the Saurus Islands, and to free her homeland from his oppression. Since the two goals go hand-in-hand, however, she sees no problem in prioritizing the recovery of the Monarch's Eye. After all, in order to get it, they'll come into conflict with the self-acclaimed "Vampire King" sooner or later... right?

✦ History ✦

Something of a pariah, Mary first arrived in Avalia approximately three years ago. Having sought refuge in several other kingdoms between where she washed up on shore in the coastline Principality of Lankah and where she was at last granted a haven in Avalia, she came to be viewed with distrust and spite by the inhabitants of these many kingdoms, who, having long since heard the stories of how the isolated Saurus Islands had been overrun by Vampires, came to fear her for her heritage and for her unnerving crimson eyes, and thus denied her sanctuary. By the time she reached Avalia, she had almost given up hope. But, arriving half dead on the doorstep of the manor of the young Duke Deoria, she was, to her astonishment, taken in without question. Even after she explained the country from which she had come, and the circumstances under which she had fled from it, the Duke ultimately offered her a chance to prove herself innocent of the claims leveled by more suspicious members of the court. She was kept in quarantine, under careful guard, for a period of a month, creating circumstances under which a normal Vampire - as she was suspected to be - would doubtless go insane with bloodthirst and craving for the life energies of the creatures around it, and would eventually die. However, she survived this period of confinement, and aside from some uneasiness at being locked up for so long, was no worse the wear. As a result, the Duke publicly denounced the rumors surrounding her, and offered her a home as a servant within his household, out of gratitude for which she swore an oath of fealty to him.

Following this occasion, her fortunes swiftly took a turn for the better, as she quickly began climbing the social hierarchy. Although she started out as a mere maid in the Duke's manor, she soon became an overseer in the demesne surrounding his household, and from there, became the stewardess of his whole estate while he was otherwise occupied with affairs at court. Yet, she was soon lifted from this role, and made a personal aide to the Duke himself, going with him wherever he went, even to the point of appearing in court with him. Due to her rapid ascent in status, she became something of a notorious figure amongst the nobility, with talk that she had seduced the duke and was serving as his concubine in exchange for a share in his political power, while still others claimed that Deoria intended to install her as a Countess in order to justify taking her as his wife. Although these allegations were publicly denied, there were always some who claimed that they were having an affair, regardless of whether or not there was any proof.

Shortly thereafter, the matter of the Princess' expedition came to court, and, unsurprisingly, Duke Deoria recommended his aide to an adjutant position on board the ship, serving to guide it through the largely uncharted waters between the Avalian coastline and the distant Saurus Islands. Although the princess accepted this proposition, there were many members of the court who were less than pleased with the arrangement, viewing it as an upstart would-be noble claiming yet another title. At the very least, however, it would send her far away from court, which was better than nothing. However, given the public suspicion surrounding her, there may be other difficulties in store, as there are doubtless those amongst the crew who will be less than pleased to have the Duke's harlot foisted upon them. Only time will tell whether or not she'll be seen as an asset to the expedition, or as a hindrance...

So begins...

Mary Maier's Story

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#2015-11-12 01:29:01, as written by Feyblue

Disclaimer: The second segment of this post contains implications of adult content, and some potentially disturbing themes. While there isn't anything overtly explicit, it may not be everyone's cup of tea. Readers, ye be warned.

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✦ Scεпε 1 - Awakening/ROSƐ ƓARƊƐƝ ✦

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{A cold night. The moon wasn't shining. Mary lay amidst a field of blood-red roses. The roses were all starting to wilt around her...}
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The air was heavy and cold, the rain pouring down upon her back as Mary lay face down in the mud.
She felt as though she was sinking deeper with each passing moment. Each raindrop seemed to hit her like a hammer, slowly driving her further and further into the dirt. She gasped for breath, the very air so thick that she felt as though she was drowning beneath a vast ocean, slowly crushed underneath the pressure. And yet, she kept on struggling, choking, coughing, and clinging to the life that threatened to leave her. The pain of suffocation was nothing to her, regardless. Her mind had long since stopped registering all sensations save the burning agony in her chest that only mounted with each passing second.

She tried to rise, but the endeavor was useless. She could no longer feel her legs, let alone stand upon them. But regardless, she had to keep going. She had to get away. If she didn't get away from this place, if she stopped moving even for an instant, she would die. So, mustering all her remaining strength, she continued struggling, knowing that any of the breaths she took might have been her last. Reaching out, she sank her hands into the soft mud, feeling a faint warmth as the thorns of the roses she lay amidst sank deeply into her flesh. She ignored the pain, pulling with all her might and dragging herself along. As the thorns began to peel away at her skin, she felt nothing. Even the pain in her chest was starting to fade. Her eyelids felt heavy, the world around her seeming to blur and shake. More than anything else, though, she simply felt... cold. The chilling, frigid rain had soaked her through and through, leaving her shivering and numb. The only warmth left in her was upon her back, as something sticky and hot slowly seeped its way down into the mud, leaving a trail of scarlet ichor behind her as she continued tugging herself forward.

The wind was howling, sending up clouds of crimson as red petals were torn from their stems and sent cascading wildly into the air, flying for an instant before being forced down into the dirt. The roses bent their heads beneath this overwhelming force, sinking into the mud alongside her. Would she die here, beaten down like those flowers? Her arms felt heavy, and she found she could no longer go on. Everything, even the pain, was all beginning to seem far away. She tried to keep her eyes open, tried to keep moving, but found her body would no longer respond. Her jaw hung slack, clinging to a breath that even she knew would never come. This was the end. She couldn't escape. The last thing she heard was a splash in the mud a short distance behind her as a shadow loomed overhead, someone taking hold of her shoulders and...- beginning to shake her gently...? She could hear someone calling her name...
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Mary's eyes snapped wide open as she gasped for breath once again - only this time, it came to her freely.
She blinked several times, taking in her blurry surroundings as her ragged breathing slowed its pace. The bed beneath her was luxurious and soft, positioned across the large chamber from a balcony looking out over the manor courtyard. It was evidently still very early, as although the faintest of lights shone in the distance, she could still see the stars glittering amidst the darkness. Through the open door, a sea breeze was blowing, causing the white curtains to flutter over the smooth stone floor. On the bedside table was a vase of red roses giving off a sickly sweet aroma, their petals already beginning to curl and wilt, much like the flowers in her dream. But all of these things hardly had time to register to her, as her vision was almost immediately blocked by a face looming over her as two firm hands, having at some point laid hold of her bare shoulders while she was still asleep, continued shaking her. She instinctively winced, her mind still preoccupied by thoughts of the one who had grabbed her in her dream. She shut her eyes, trying to force free of the hands holding her as she scrambled back up against the headboard, as though she would sink between the bountifully stacked pillows and thus make her escape.

The man holding onto her released her immediately, raising his hands placatingly and drawing back to the other side of the vast bed, evidently realizing that he'd frightened her. Mary slowly opened her eyes, her thoughts slowly clearing as she at last identified the one who'd awakened her. Seated cross-legged, still halfway beneath the covers, Duke William Deoria gave her a concerned stare, the fluttering of his eyelids suggesting that he, too, had only just awakened. His dark chocolate-brown hair was long, and rather unkempt from having just woken, draping itself down over his shoulders in a manner reminiscent of the shaggy mane of a lion. This beast-like image was further reflected in the Duke's build, which, given his musculature and formidable stature, was imposing and powerful even when seated. In any other situation, his physique might easily have gone unnoticed, given his fondness for regal garb befitting his high standing when in public. However, given that he was currently in his own bed alongside her, and was just as bare as she herself was, his overwhelming physical presence was rather obvious.

"My lord...?" Mary asked, rubbing her eyes. "I apologize... I didn't wake you, did I?"

The Duke nodded slightly, seeming rather grave. "You were crying in your sleep again," He explained. She grimaced slightly. Try though he might to sound sympathetic, the annoyance in his voice was obvious. Were she not his favorite plaything, he'd probably have had her thrown out on the streets after the first time her nighttime terrors had reared their ugly head and interrupted his beauty sleep. "Was it the nightmares?" He asked tentatively, still speaking with the same forced sweetness and concern. She nodded, pretending she hadn't noticed his rather poor acting as he gave a tender smile and reached across the bed, lovingly caressing her cheek before pulling her into a tight embrace. "Oh, my poor, dear, sweet rose," He cooed, stroking her head and running his hands through her long, flowing hair. She supposed he was trying to comfort her, but somehow, she found it rather difficult to appreciate this gesture, if it was indeed his intent. She'd found her face somewhat forcefully pressed against his bare chest as his clumsy fingers snagged and cloyed at her tresses, as though trying to tear out a few and keep them as souvenirs of her while she was away. In fact, given her lord's capricious cupidity, she wouldn't have been surprised if that were exactly what he was doing. Regardless of how romantic he must have thought he was being, all she could think of was that he still reeked of sweat, and of how much she wished she could just pull away. It didn't matter what she wanted, though. He'd have used her however he pleased even had she been kicking and screaming the whole time - he just wouldn't have been as "kind" about it.

"If all the memories of your homeland are so painful to you as this, why do you yet strive to return?" The Duke asked, his usual clingy insistence on keeping her in his own home - and, as was doubtless more important to him, in his own bed - slipping even more clearly through his facade of compassion. He already must have known what her answer would be, but he continued asking every chance he got, as if he expected that she'd just abandon all of her plans in favor of remaining as his mistress.

"Because," She began firmly, trying to ignore the sensation of his hands - having since finished playing with her hair - beginning to creep their way down to the small of her back, tracing the courses of her scars as they went. He seemed strangely fascinated with this particular form of probing, as though after he was done, the imprints left in her skin would be of his making, forever branding her as the Duke's personal whore. He needn't have bothered, in her opinion. Her shame and disgust were doing a fine enough job of that already. "I must. My honor requires it. I owe a debt to my homeland that compels me to do everything in my power to save it, and I owe a debt to this kingdom for sheltering me when I was a pariah and an outcast. If I can serve both lands that I have called home by aiding in the search for your Princess' artifact, would it not be the most craven form of cowardice and selfishness to deny those obligations, to cower from my duty?" She managed to partially disentangle herself from the Duke's somewhat forceful grasp, doing her best to deliver her answer face to face in the hopes that he'd take the hint and release her. Whether or not he actually understood her intentions, she wasn't sure, but regardless, he did unwind one of his hands from around her... only to place two of his fingers underneath her chin, lifting it ever so slightly as he leaned over her.

"And what of your duty to me?" He purred, giving a disgustingly coy smile. Mary could hardly keep herself by trying to shove him out of the bed and hoping he'd crack his head open on the stones of the floor.

"While the debt I owe to you is, on my honor, far too vast for me to ever even consider it repaid, have I not also served you with the utmost faithfulness ever since I entered into your patronage?" Mary said uneasily, trying to keep her composure even as her master's hand once again returned to caressing her face. "I have placed everything I have, everything I am, completely at your disposal. Furthermore, even in a distant land, I can continue to serve your interests, and bring glory to your own house through faithful service to her majesty. Surely, you can see fit to grant me this one boon, for the sake of my honor?" The Duke gave a hearty chuckle, before abruptly pulling her once again into his arms, drowning out whatever protests she might have hoped to level against this action with a passionate kiss. Mary quickly drew back, reclaiming the breath her master had so suddenly stolen from her, only to find herself slowly forced back down onto the bed as the Duke moved atop her. Mary breathed a silent sigh of disappointment. His insistence on her company the previous night had been noisome enough. Was he still not satisfied? That was, of course, a stupid question. The Duke was never satisfied - at least, not when it came to her.

"Fear not, my sweet rose. After all, I already agreed to grant you the right to serve with this expedition, and I see no reason to renege on that oath." His smugness was almost palpable, and only served to make her wish she had thrown him off the bed when she had the chance. "However, if you are so intent on repaying your debts, then perhaps I should also allow you to make recompense for the inconvenience this places upon me? It will be so lonely without you here, after all..." He observed with mock innocence. Mary sighed.

"Though it displease you, milord, mightn't we postpone this 'repayment' until I should return? We depart today morning, and I have much preparation to do..." Mary protested weakly, hoping it might dissuade him from pursuing his desire any further. The Duke merely chuckled.

"The sun has only just crested the horizon. You have more than sufficient time for your preparation," He said dismissively, looming over her. Mary looked away, not wishing to indulge him any further.

"And what of the maids? If they should arrive for their morning cleaning and find me here, it would surely place a stain upon both your good name and my own reputation..." She tried a different tack, hoping that if she could not appeal to practicality, she might convince him to release her simply for the sake of maintaining the appearance of propriety. The Duke once again shook his head.

"You needn't worry about that. They cannot enter unless I bid that they do so. We have plenty of time, and the luxury of solitude together. Surely you won't be so cold as to deny me my last chance to have your company before you leave me? We don't even know when you'll be returning. It would be a most regrettable shame to leave and be without each other without first cherishing this opportunity... would it not?" He needn't have toyed about any further, as he'd already made clear that her refusal wasn't an option. He might have phrased his words as an invitation, but the Duke had meant them as an order. Further resistance was meaningless, and would only earn the Duke's ire - something she couldn't afford so long as she was relying on him so thoroughly. Disgusting though it may have been, the only way for her to survive was to live in this despicable fashion, surrendering herself as an instrument of this arrogant man's fancy. All she could do now was endure his revolting advances as best she could, and wait until he finally lost interest and left. Breathing a silent sigh, she shut her eyes and sank once more into the pillows, as she had into the mud in her dream. "If it please you, my lord... my life... is yours," She whispered obediently, repeating the oath she had sworn when she first entered the Duke's service. He smiled, exalting in his victory as the wolf over the fallen lamb, and then leaned in, kissing her even more fervently than before. But for her part, she felt nothing, merely clinging to the same breath with which she had spoken the terms of her surrender. Like in her dreams, her senses were already slipping away, as was her hope of escape. There was nowhere to go but here, no fate that awaited her but this.

Her departure, even if it was only to return to the dread terror of her old homeland, couldn't come soon enough.
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The rattling of the carriage wheels abruptly came to a halt.
Moments later, a serving man opened the door, offering his hand to the young lady inside as she gingerly dismounted. Two others began retrieving her baggage from the vehicle's roof, and set about moving it onto one of many carts carrying supplies, provisions, and personal luggage onto the ship.

Ah, the ship. Mary found herself wearing a slight grin despite herself as she bid the Duke's manservant adieu and strode out onto the pier, sizing up the large royal vessel she was to serve upon. Once she got on board that ship, she'd no longer have to deal with her master's amaranthine affectations of affection, or, worse, his craven craving for companionship. She'd finally be able to pursue her own goals, to strive for her own causes.

Well... that wasn't actually the case. Most likely, she'd just end up dealing with harassment from the sailors instead of from the Duke - she'd heard such was often the case for women traveling by sea - and would find herself bound to heed the whimsical commandments of the Princess and the Captain instead of her selfish master. But at least in the case of the former she could refuse, and in the case of the later take security in knowing that whatever she might be ordered to do, it could doubtless be no worse than obeying the Duke's caprices.

Glancing about herself, she noticed a small party beginning to assemble near the pier she stood upon. It appeared that the Princess and her retinue had arrived. While she would be obligated to present herself to the expedition's young royal leader at some point and make a formal introduction of herself as a vassal of her vassal, that much could wait. The first thing she needed to do was present herself to the Captain - whoever he or she might be - and apologize for her tardiness. Even if she had technically arrived prior to departure, it was nigh unforgivable for the Navigator to have failed to report in some time before the ship ever even prepared to set sail. She hadn't even begun serving, and she was already in over her head. She sighed to herself, shaking her head as she grumbled under her breath, strolling up the boarding ramp to seek her new employer. "'Plenty of time' my left buttock, you selfish oaf. That sort of tripe is easy enough for you to say. You're not the one who's going to be held accountable for it." Muttering such complaints at the master who was now refreshingly far away, she thus boarded the ship that was to be her escape at last from his clutches. She might not have been looking forward to returning to her homeland and facing the dangers she knew to be there, but even so, she couldn't wait to leave. Free at last, she celebrated to herself. After years of suffering under the Duke, she was free at last...

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Filinian looked up towards the ship docked nearby, taking in the entirety of the large vessel with a slight grimace to his features. Here they were, all of them about to partake in a journey to a place Filinian barely knew. At least, nothing beyond what he had read in various books. The first thing he worried about was simply their method of travel, as he had never been on a boat for very long, and he'd never even been on a sear-faring vessel at all. Most of the travel he'd ever done on water had been on small boats for river crossings. Right now, he was only hoping to not have to deal with sea-sickness; if he did, this trip was only going to be made worse than his mind was already making it out to be.

With a small sigh, his eyes moved forwards to settle on the back of The Princess walking in front of him, the young woman currently talking with her maid, Lucy. His other nagging concern was that he simply had no idea what all the dangers they could expect out on the open sea, and what to do when they came across them. his job may not be that of a bodyguard for The Princess, but that didn't mean he ignored her safety. He wasn't sure of how much his magic could protect her, regardless of what it was that they fought. Sure if pirates were a thing, he could fend them off for a bit, but if they didn't have anywhere to retreat to, then Filinian knew there was little he could do to really stop them. He didn't even want to think about the weather and how he'd deal with that. His grip tightened on the shaft of his staff, it's blade lightly clinking with each moment it touched the stone beneath them.

His attention was broken from Thee Princess though when he finally noticed that Luna was currently looking at him. He hadn't noticed her at first, with his attention on Evelyn, but he could almost feel her eyes burning into him. He frowned slightly, which only deepened when she hardened the glare towards him. He could only sigh again, letting his head drop so that his hair dangled over his eyes, which were now tracing the various grains of wood as they began to descend the main ramp to the docks. There was another issue he was not looking forwards too, the bodyguards looking to him as a danger. He already got enough dirty looks and warning from plenty of people who thought he might try to charm The Princess. Sadly it seemed no amount of telling people to stop worrying about that changed their opinions much. He looked up once more, this time looking at Vayne; the young mage just hoped that the other bodyguard didn't decide he had to join in on throwing around dirty looks his way.

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Today was the day of the beginning of the trip! Sun was perched up on all fours on the roof of a one-story building, a hood up to cover his head a bit even though he didn't make any real attempt to keep himself hidden from view. He never cared much if people saw him for what he actually was, but people also seemed to take his presence better; or rather, didn't immediately run from him in fright or scream monster. Of course once up close his poor disguise did little, though hopefully by then he'd at least made enough of an impression not to be skewered by a frightened fellow.

He looked at the ship, a big grin on his face as he thought about what adventures might be in store for him aboard the big vessel. It would be his first time out to sea, and boy was he looking forwards to it. He always did enjoy swimming, so being surrounded by water would be tons of fun. As a breeze blew past him though, his face did scrunch up a bit in disgust as he got a big wiff of fish and something else he wasn't familiar. Fish was tasty, but only smelled good when cooked. As for what the other scent was, he wasn't really sure, but boy was in strong.

Shaking out his head as if to try and shake away the smell, he then did a small hop of the room, spinning around to catch hold of the edge of the roof to lower himself a little more. He dropped to the ground with a light thump, using his hands to catch himself before he quickly scurried towards the ship he was to board. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he quickly moved past people, ignoring the odd looks they gave him as he moved along.

As Sun approached the ship, he looked to a couple people who were descending a ramp to approach the ship. Unfortunately, they were moving down the path a little to slow for his taste, so he choose to take the quicker route of just hopping from the stone walkway and down onto the docks in a quick little leap. Once he landed, again ignoring people who recoiled from him, he then took a better look at the ship in front of him, a huge grin on his face. His attention turned to the small group of people, one of which was Filinian having moved up closer to Evelyn as he watched the strange... thing. Sun shook his head about to shed the hood from his head, crouching down on his hands and his feet as he looked at them.

"Are you going on the Big Ship too?! He said, his tail emerging from behind him and swaying back and forth. "Sun Wukong never been on boat before." he turned his head to look out over the water as he sniffed the air again, face scrunching once again. "Smells bad though, strong stench." he then turned to look at all of them, scooting forwards towards them a little as he sniffed the air again.

As he did so, Filinian scooted up to right behind The Princess, in case he needed to protect her from whatever the hairy fella was. Of course he knew Luna and Vayne wouldn't let the man get any closer, but he at least needed to something other than stand around.

Sun stopped before gettting too close, watching the people and cocking his head to the side. "Hm, no. Don't think so. Maybe." He narrowed his eyes before looking towards the Atlantis, "Find out later!" With that, Sun Wukong was off again, moving across the ground and quickly scampering up the boarding ramp. He had to take a detour when he almost ran into another woman in his rush, so instead he quickly jumped from the ramp and latched onto the side of the boat, hands gripping the railing as he quickly began to pull himself up. His feet helped him grip whatever small ledge they could grab, allowing the monkey to climb up onto the railing.

Perched there, he looked out over the ship again, staring at it all in awe. "Wow, this boat is huge! Where do I go?" he asked himself, looking at the many people moving about to get the ship ready to be cast off. As his eyes scanned the ship, his eyes came to settle on thee woman he had rushed past just a moment ago. She must know the ship if she was boarding, he thought. She's going on the adventure as well! Quickly Sun went across the railing to get closer to her, stopping a few feet from her, up on the railing still.

"Hiya! Do you know this ship? Sun Wukong doesn't know much of ships or big water. You know what smells bad out here other than fish?" he asked her, once again looking around the ship as he remain where he was, his tail still twitching back and forth revealing his excitement for the situation.

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Mary Maier

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a character in “Beyond These Walls: The Monarch's Eye”, as played by Feyblue

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