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Mara Emerson

"The heart is a lonely hunter."

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a character in “Misery Loves Company”, as played by dreammuffin


"The heart is a lonely hunter..."

General Knowledge


Full Name:
Mara Olivia Emerson




French American

Sexual Orientation:

Room #:

Prior Occupation:
Student | Bartender | Waitress

Current Occupation:

The Angry Princess

Things You Want To Know

Hair Color:
Her hair is a dark brown, with shades of a slightly lighter brown and black.

Eye Color:


128 lbs

- A small keyhole tattoo on the back of her neck
- A White-ink bird tattoo on her upper back

Just one on each ear.

She has multiple scars from her numerous abusive relationships, the most noticeable being a thin silvery scar running two inches down her neck from her jawline. She also has a scar on the top of her shoulder and one on her thigh from being pushed down the stairs. The other ones are smaller and fainter, and reside on her wrists and back.

Character Color:

The first thing you notice about Mara are her eyes. They're a blue-grey, and hauntingly beautiful, though few notice the anger and grief burning behind them. She is considered by all who meet her to be stunning, and easy to pick out in a room. Her expression is usually one of discontent, a permanent pensive frown on her face. A genuine smile is rarely ever seen, if at all. She's fairly tall, with a slender body and a lean build.

For Better Or For Worse


{Self-Loathing, Withdrawn, Temperamental, Destructive, Compassionate, Guarded, Hopeful, Intelligent}

Mara, as they say, has the beauty of a goddess. Anyone can marvel at her long, soft hair, or her deep eyes. No matter what people say, she can never see that in herself. All she sees is ugly. Undesirable. The words of others never penetrated through the thick shell of hate she buried herself in. She never believed what anyone had to say, because she had proof of her worthlessness. A string of abusive relationships and scars to match. She generally doesn't talk to people much, tending to keep to herself much of the time. Even when she was in college, she never really had people she truly called friends. Maybe someone she talks to once in awhile, or the random guy who wanted to woo her. Many have tried, but she just pushes people away, as the pain of loosing someone is too hard to bear.

Her incredibly destructive attitude have sent her spiraling into trouble. On more than one occasion, she's woken up in someone's bed, unclear what the events of the previous night were. She goes on a string of one-night stands occasionally in her alcohol induced haze. She relies on alcohol to numb the incessant pain and anger she feels. Her poison of choice is whisky or vodka. Though she has taken drugs a couple times, she sticks with drinking a lot more often. It's sad to see a person who was so confident, smart, and had so much potential dwindle into a mess.

Mara's anger is quite uncontrollable these days, and flares up at the slightest disagreement. Most of her anger is on herself, and while she tries not to lash out at others, it can leak out at times.

You may think someone who's such a mess of hate and anger can't possibly be compassionate, but that is exactly what Mara is. She's such a caring and kind person, and if someone shows compassion for her, she'll gladly return it. She also takes on the role of looking after others, and though sometimes people may not notice it, it's in the little things she does. That may be the reason she had so many abusive boyfriends, she fell for their fake kindness, and when their true selves showed, she though she could save them.

Having been scarred by her previous relationships, she hasn't really opened up her heart to anyone. She shares her feelings with no one, and closes herself up if she thinks she's getting close to someone. This leaves her all alone, and can't tear herself from being lonely. But loneliness is a small price to pay not to have previous memories replay themselves.

There is still a small seed of hope that resides in her. She's hopeful that one day things will get better, and maybe life will just work out for her. It's probably one of the only things keeping her going.

Not many people might know this, but Mara is actually extremely intelligent. She excelled in school, and was valedictorian in her highschool. Her intellectual merit comes from both natural skill and hard work. While she's adept at school, she is also quite clever. She's a thorough thinker, and can solve many problems that come her way, carefully strategizing and thinking of all possible outcomes.
- Dancing
- Reading
- Playing guitar

- She has a little quirk were she twists and plays with her hair when she's nervous.
- She likes to keep things extremely clean and organized, she hates anything messy.
- She harms herself when she's at her lowest, which is often
- Drinking and sleeping around, something she does a lot

- She was violently abused by many of her previous boyfriends, and it's left her a hollow form of herself.
- Strong addiction to alcohol

Likes/Loves:(At least 5) One of them should be food.(repeat format if more)
  • Dancing
  • Books
  • Brownies
  • Music
  • Drinking
  • Kind people
Dislikes/Hates:(At least 5) One of them should be food.(repeat format if more)
  • Abusive people
  • Pizza
  • One night stands [even though she has quite a few of those]
  • The color brown
  • Heights

Stuff You Shouldn't know...


Strengths and Weaknesses

Character Skills/Talents:What is your character good at doing? (At least 4, Repeat format if more)
  • Dancing
  • Playing guitar
  • Reading - She can complete large novels in just a few days.
  • Problem Solving
  • Drinking - She considers it a skill at least.
Character Flaws/Weaknesses:What is your character bad at doing? (At least 4, Repeat Format if more)
  • Finding good boyfriends
  • Cooking
  • Singing
  • Waking up in the morning - she wouldn't wake up if a tornado passed next to her.

- Deep down, she knows it's not entirely her fault for her messed up relationships, but she finds it easier to hurt herself than move on.
- She's almost died from alcohol poisoning a few times.
- Her father used to be abusive to her as a child, before he passed.

- Heights - For some reason, she's always been scared senseless by heights. She can't stand them, and has never been able to go on a roller coaster. Maybe it's more the falling than the actual distance.
- Being alone - She's terrified of ending up alone for the rest of her life; no friends, no loved ones, no one to miss her when she's gone. To her, feeling lonely is the worst feeling in the world. She might even endure another torment for the sake of not being alone.
- Dying - It's a fear that she feels everyone has to some extent. She just doesn't want to die, and thinks she could do so much more with her life. Dying right now would leave her with so many regrets.

Remembering The Past



Place Of Origin:
San Francisco, California

Birth Date:
July 12

You could say Mara had a normal childhood. A good home in a suburban neighborhood, with a loving mother. Great childhood friends and adoring teachers. The only thing wrong with the picture was her father. Tough, stubborn, and unrelenting, he would lash out at Mara for the smallest things. An A minus on a test would be rewarded with a smack of the belt. A small slip of the tongue would result in a jaw shattering slap. No matter how hard Mara tried, she never amounted to anything in her father's eyes.

Her mother on the other hand, was very gentle and loving. How a woman so perfect could end up with such a horrible man always escaped her. She was naturally close to her mother, who took it upon herself to teach her daughter how to dance, and instilled in her the love for reading. Growing up, little Mara always tried to rationalize why her father beat her. Maybe it was just too much tough love? Whatever the reason, she tried hard to keep from hating him. But trying to love a man who denied you love was hard. Slowly, hate bloomed in her heart, hate for her father and what he was.

Her mother did her best to protect Mara, but even she was thrown aside swiftly. As she grew older, the image of her perfect mother began to crack. Slowly, she saw the weakness in her that made her stay with that man. Though she was unflagging in her love, she promised herself to never be so weak in her life.

By the time she hit high school, she was already on her way to beauty. Her face was transformed from the small chubby child to a beautiful woman. People began to take notice of her, and she started to climb up the hierarchy of the school. During those two first years of high school, not even her father could bring her down. Then, suddenly, he died of an accidental fall down the stairs, breaking his neck. Or so the police report says.

Mara knew what really happened. That fateful day, Mara was getting tormented as usual, when something clicked in her. Why did she have to stand this? Why not stand up for herself? And she did just that. She talked back to him, her hate welling up with every word she said. Of course, it did the opposite of what she wanted. Her father became livid, and punched her. In his blind fury, he grabbed a lamp, ready to hurl it. That's when her mother decided to fight back as well. Within a span of a few minutes, their argument had ended -- forever. Her mother had accidentally shoved him too hard, and he flopped down the stairs, landing on his neck.

Things were never the same since then. Her mother grew distant, the guilt eating her up inside. Mara in turn tried to bury herself in her schoolwork, but it was quite obvious she was vulnerable. That was when a nasty guy decided to take advantage of it, and sweet talked her into dating him. That's when the cycle of abusive relationships started. They weren't as bad in high school, but during college, and soon after that, they became more and more violent. The promise she made herself had shattered, and with it, the rest of her confidence.

She began feverently drinking, and experimented with drugs as well. She took a few odd jobs here and there, enough to afford a place to stay, and food to eat. Her dream was to become a doctor and heal people, but what good could she do when she couldn't even heal herself?

Family Tree

Happiest Memory:
Her happiest memory was her father's birthday when she was 12. Mara had worked hard baking a cake for him while her mother helped her. When he came home, the three of then sa down at the table and ate slices of her cake. If course, her father didn't eat it without criticizing it, but he did look happy. They enjoyed those precious hours together as they celebrated, and it was the one time she felt they were a real family.

Saddest Memory:
The day her father died. She might have hated him with s burning passion, but he was still family. And the consequences of that day broke her mother and her.

Theme Song

Demons | Imagine Dragons
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

Curtain’s call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you've made

Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide



Wants to gain: she wants to be happy, and finally be able to heal both herself and others.

Anything else:
-Anything that doesn't fit the above information-

My favorite type of roleplay is fantasy. I don't ive ever role played with ibecameinsane but I have with peace.
How often can you get online?
Everyday most likely.
How often can we expect you to be able to post?:
I try and post once a day, unless I have nothing to post one. Sometimes might skip a day due to overload of homework.

So begins...

Mara Emerson's Story