...............Mara
...........................Amaryllis Kauffman
“I want to run.
To do what I always do,
have always done,
for the last five years of my life.
Escape,
flee into the shadows.
But this time,
I stand my ground.
I'm tired of running.”
- Marie Lu
How can one ignore the obvious?
Caucasian
Witch
Charitable Temperament
29 Years Of Age
Female
Bisexual
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am·a·ryl·lis
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noun
a bulbous plant with white, pink, or red flowers and straplike leaves, of the type genus of the amaryllis family, Amaryllidaceae.
am·a·ryl·lis
/aməˈrilis/
noun
a bulbous plant with white, pink, or red flowers and straplike leaves, of the type genus of the amaryllis family, Amaryllidaceae.
Basics Of Appearance
General Appearance wise she isn't a bad looking person, in fact she has a certain beauty to her though its hidden beneath stress and age. she stands at 5'6", an average height if not a bit on the taller side. Though the slouching doesn't help her any on that front. She weighs a bit over average, but doesn't really scratch the surface of chubby. She doesn't worry much with trivial things appearance wise. She simply sticks to brushing her hair out every once in a while and hey, if she can find makeup every once in a while it doesn't kill her to use it up - its such a useless thing to come by now a days though so she doesn't go out of her way for it. The heavy alcohol consumption has not only affected her motivation but the smell of it is almost always on her breath and leaves her looking worse for wear most mornings. Dark circles have become a near permanent facet of her life in these recent months, as sleep has not been so easy.
Personality
Perhaps it was the secrecy, or maybe the way her family treated the world. But at the tender age of 13, Mara decided that she no longer wanted to uphold the standards of a family gripping on the the last vestiges of normality. Labeled a terrorist, or rebel she fights for what she believes to be right and has been for several years participating in this darkness in whatever way she can. And while she struggles to keep a grip of her kindness there is only so much you can do when presented with so much dirt and grime. And Alcohol had proved too great a friend in the long run, and the sheer amount of nights that she has spent drinking alone has changed her for the worst in a way that has only just begun to scratch the surface of her feigned confidence. Spending nights with a bottle, and rarely with the company of others has born in her a recluse that extends beyond the threshold of her own home. Confidence turned Self-doubt turned a thousand pills to control the awakening thoughts in her head.
Still with that charitable kindness, but lacking the tact that she once had before. An irreverent thought process that leads often to snappish words and a quick fire argument. Flaring temper low but bright burning. She tries to shake off the impending depression but when the world is the way it is its hard to find beauty in anything anymore. She takes solace in helping others, but when nobody is around for her to give all her attention to she is left alone with her own sordid thoughts and the distinct impression that something is wrong with her. Something that she had always known was within her but without proper training had never been capable of understanding. Not without her family, whom had been cast off years ago for their deception and association with the people who were making this world so horrible in the first place. With no ways of controlling the energy inside of her, it has become apparent that if anything else there is something entirely abnormal about her. And while she does not understand this difference she seeks it out, attracted to the energy of her ability and the desire that curls itself around her heart. Its simply a shame that shes a bit of a coward, so afraid of what the future could hold that she just barely manages to scratch the surface of learning what she is.
Understanding the conflicts in her personality is a fairly hard thing to do, a contradiction between nature vs nurture and all of the values she grips too loosely. Some could easily say her emotions are a flip of the switch bipolarity. A night and day switch between gentle natured and alcoholic deviant. Hedonistic even if one looked at her in terms of want and need. And yet, at the same time a blind faith that leads her to pursue a semi-normal life, despite the catastrophic consequences that this has often garnered.
A History Of
Unfortunately for Mara her abilities did not come into play until later in her life, perhaps because of the weak link in their family. Her great grandmother had contained the same such abilities, but after her passing nobody expected there to be anymore witches in the family. A thought process that turned out to be entirely wrong when Mara came along. But of course, her parents could not see her for what she was, but she's glad for it. Knowing that somehow her abilities would have been used to their advantage in some way. No matter the case she left home at a very young age to live with distant cousins after a particularly nasty fallout with her parents. Hailed as a problem child they saw it fit to allow her to escape in the only way she knew how.
Mara grew fast after that. Gone were the days of childhood, and here were the days of adulthood. As a teenager she helped her eldest cousin manage a sketchy medical practice. Though she worked the reception for most of that duration she learned a thing or two. It wasn't until she was older that she started learning more and more. Leading her to be capable of offering quick stitch ups among other things. Though her real profession was being a squatter shut in with a freedom complex and an unhealthy obsession with "fixing" people.