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Mabel Zephyria Markel

"I'll get my revenge. So either help me, or get out of my way. If you want, I can choose for you, just give me a little kiss."

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a character in “Project Zero: Escape”, as played by Squiggy

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Mabel Zephyria Markel

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“Back to Basics”


Nickname:
Em. While most scientists referred to her as “Thing” or “Number 243,” a couple of the more humane scientists and underlings called her “M,” the first letter of her name. This seemed like the best option after the rescue.

Familiar's Name:
Bee. She uses it ironically, although some see it as a continuation of the theme, since it is the first letter of butterfly.

Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Familiar's Gender:
Female

Role:
Natural born, but taken by the scientists as a child (she’s not sure what age, but it was around 7 or 8). After being rescued when she was 17, she’s now the second in command of the revolution.




“Nothing much deeper than the Skin.”

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Mutation | Abilities:
Wing | As a wing, Em is a maestro in the art of persuasion, hypnotism, and seduction. She seals her deals with a kiss. Literally. Her lips, hands, and voice are intoxicating and can control a man (or woman) like putty. Right after leaving the lab, she naturally knew next to nothing about her powers and how to control them. But now she is a silent force to be reckoned with, and generally a very powerful Other. The only problem she has is that she can’t always control her kisses. She has her voice and touch abilities sharpened to an almost invisible point, but, whether she wants it to or not, her kisses always enthrall those that receive them, even if she doesn’t necessarily want them to. Her abilities work easier on males. She can use them on females of equal strengths, but she has to work harder.

ImageDescription:
Human- Em has the captivating, idealistic beauty of a Wing, and she knows it. She stands at a height of 5’4, a bit tall for a Wing. Her slender, petite limbs and soft curves are a perfect image of beauty. She has flowing white blond hair, barely darker than her skin, that reaches halfway down her back in gentle waves, big blue eyes, and a natural pout. She’s almost childlike in her features, which adds to the impression of a helpless and fragile girl. But there is something cold in her glassy stare and perfect complexion. A smile almost never shows on her lips, and if it does, it’s either part of her act or unseen by others. Her gaze is as sharp as ice. Still, there is something in it that is endless, as if her eyes are doorways to some buried part of her. Em has a low voice, almost monotonous, but whispy and soft. Because the scientists didn’t want to tamper with her beauty, since they saw it as an important part of her Other traits, they tended to stray away from easily visible parts of her body for experiments. The one place they dug into was her back. This was where she spawned her wings, and where they believed was a possible center of power for Wings. Several small, light markings randomly dot her back, but the main reminder of her time in the lab was the dark snake that ran down her spine, jagged, showing evidence of the multiple times they cut in one place. An abstracted black outline of a butterfly is tattooed on the bottom of her heel.
Halfling- Em’s wings are large and rounded. They are a simple pale blue, almost the color of her eyes in human form, with a pale yellow and pink vein-like pattern that is unnoticeable unless analyzed up close. Her eyes shatter into a kaleidoscope of stained glass in a thousand glittering colors and patterns that are fleeting, much like a butterfly, but are each mirror images of each other at any given time. Not a centimeter out of place. She has a glow about her that’s visible and almost warm, one that can light up a room (rather ironic given her personality). Em tends to avoid this form unless she’s trying to make her abilities stronger, since it is closer to her familiar form in personality and she’s more likely to show a smile.
Familiar- Bee is a rather simple butterfly. Her wings are tipped in silver, which melts into blue, the color of her eyes.


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“There’s nothing left to say, really. I’m one dimensional.”


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Human-There are two types of people that evolve out of turmoil: people who turn their experiences into something good, and people who would do anything to wreak havoc and get revenge. Em is the latter. When Em was rescued by the Resistance, she had long cocooned her emotions and turned into a hard shell. Crying is the ultimate form of weakness in her eyes. Only once after she was taken did she ever let tears fall, and that was the first day of tests and one of the worst days of torture, when she was just 8. After that, she resolved to be strong and turn everything that happened to her into fuel for revenge. Em is filled with bitter resentment, a loathing of humanity and science and her parents. Her heart is cold and empty. She only smiles when she’s alone, and even that is barely a whisper on her lips. Her dry and sarcastic sense of humor is rare, but it does exist. Love is a foreign concept to her, and she believes that she could never have a real relationship out of fear of it not being real, just an illusion created by her abilities. Em tends to do things alone, but secretly she craves attention and companionship. She is a very jealous creature, but not jealous in relationships. Her jealousy is of the beauty of others, specifically other wings, because they make her feel threatened, like any queen trying to consolidate her power. Still, there is something intriguing and captivating in her, even though she lays out all that she is for everyone to see. She doesn’t believe that she is deep, yet there is something about her that makes others want to see something else in her besides the persona she plays, like there is something free and lively and loving, and not chained to its past.
Halfling- Em’s Halfling form is a mixture of her human and familiar personalities. Because she is still in humanesque form, this is the dominant personality, but occasionally she becomes daring enough to laugh or dance in front of others in this form, much like in her familiar form.
Familiar- Lithe, full of life, caring, free. Bee is everything that Em is not. Perhaps this is the reason that there is just a sliver of light buried deep (very deep) in her heart that could be found if one looked at just the right angle. Bee is the epitome of what a butterfly should be. Small, fluttering, the kind of creature to tickle your nose in a kiss and dance in the firelight on a cool summer’s night. While Em still has a strong connection with Bee, Bee represents what Em feels she can never become because of her ideas of what weakness is. Therefore, Em is jealous of Bee and, in a way, afraid of this extension of herself.


Likes:
  • Certain insects (butterflies, caterpillars, moths, ladybugs, dragonflies, and fuzzy yellow bumble bees)
  • Gentle breezes
  • Warm sunlight
  • Cool nights
  • Dancing (though she would never admit it)
  • Music (another she would never claim)
  • Revenge
  • The sky
  • Attention


Dislikes:
  • All other types of bugs
  • Rain
  • Snow
  • Crying
  • Humans
  • Most other Wings (she feels threatened)
  • Her parents, or at least the idea of them.


Fears:
  • Monophobia The fear of being completely alone
  • Ombrophobia The fear of rain
  • Asthenophobia The fear of weakness
  • Thanatophobia The fear of dying

Weaknesses:
  • Because of her mutation type, she has no physical prowess. Some wings were given basic melee or hand-to-hand training, but Em had no talent and therefore wanted nothing to do with it. She would be almost helpless in a fight, especially if taken by surprise.
  • The rain. This is especially true in familiar and Halfling form, since the rain damages her wings. Even in human form, it has an impact on her abilities. The extent to which it affects her depends on how hard it’s raining and whether she is in direct contact with the rain or not. Thunder and lightning do not have any affect on her.
  • Em has an extremely sensitive head. Pulling on her hair can render her completely motionless, and it is a one way ticket to extremely pissing her off if she gets out.





“I’m not ashamed of my past. It’s what made me a warrior.”

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History:
The only memory that Em has of before the lab is a bitter one. “Do you see this doll? It is like you. As you own it, so the humans own you. You are nothing but a doll for them to satisfy their whims.” Her mother’s words still rang in her ears. Her mother’s face, her father’s face, their home, their entire existences were wiped away by the experiments and tortures. Em blames her parents partially for what happened to her, because she thinks they were weak. Instead of trying to stand up for their daughter and what was right, they willing gave her away. They gave up. They were everything she feared.

After about ten years of unending torment and cruelty, Em was rescued by the resistance in one of their raids. Because of her ruthless passion for revenge, she quickly scaled the ranks. She’s not one to be afraid to go on any kind of mission even though it might be dangerous or there is a chance she might have to fight, which is nearly impossible for her. There is debate over whether Em is naturally powerful, or was made more so by the scientists. Her abilities surpass many others, so it is easier to use her abilities on other mutants that might be stronger than whom other Wings can hypnotize. There is also some debate over whether she used this power to help her gain her position.


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So begins...

Mabel Zephyria Markel's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Bree Candeau Character Portrait: Ember Littleton Character Portrait: Silex Vitrum Character Portrait: Mabel Zephyria Markel Character Portrait: Kalos Character Portrait: Rezia Jay Balack Character Portrait: 'Kay', #00316J Character Portrait: Eros Character Portrait: Subject #0021784  'Lea'

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"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. . ."

Her mother's voice sings softly, the child lullaby sounding hauntingly familiar. When she was a child, Bree's mothers would sing this song just before she went to sleep. Sunshine was a nickname her mother gave her, with her golden locks.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take, my sunshine away."

Was it a coincidence that those were the last words she had ever said to me?






The sirens started first. Flashing red lights reflecting off the glass of the tubes the Others were all kept in. The thick glass between them and the scientists kept each of them away from the frantic hustle and bustle. Papers were being thrown around, armed security officers running around, things being locked away and computers being shut down.


Many officials kept glancing back at the contained Others, worried looks on their faces. Turning, Bree noticed the rest of the Others as confused as she was. Never in her many years at the Institute had anything happened quite like this. Of course, there were times when the doors were doubled locked, windows shut, but shutting down the computers? Even after the building was dark and quiet, the only humans on the premises being the guards, the computers are always on, constantly running some kind of program.


Curiosity killed the cat, her mother would always say. As a child she would never help herself, taking the extra step to see what would happen. Once the step had her falling into a lake. Gazing around at the scientists, it seemed Bree was the only one who noticed light spilling from the bottom of one of the window shades. It wasn't bright, perhaps not noticeable for the humans, but her keen eyes could see it. Tilting her head, her brows scrunched in confusion and wonder as it grew brighter, shining off of the metal walls. Unconsciously, she stepped forward.


The wall exploded, bricks and pieces of metal shot in every which way. Humans fell, others ran, and some even were thrown forward from the blast. A stray piece of brick hit her capsule, shattering the glass and breaking the barrier the small other had. A gasp escaped her lips a moment before she fly backwards, hitting her back and head against the wall. Dizzily, she fell. Slowly, she pulled her arms, legs, and head in under herself, trying not to expose herself. Metal, papers, and bricks hit her repeatedly, and unwillingly Bree's eyes started to droop the dizzier she became.

"Please don't take my sunshine away. . ."