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Marmaroth

"You should never have to be alone. Not even by choice."

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a character in “That's Worth Dying For”, as played by OtherThanMe

Description

"If I Were To Help...I couldn't."


Full Name: Marmaroth
"Yes, I suppose it is an odd name. And no, please don't call
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Nickname: Mare, Mara, or Roth
Gender: Female
"I was born female and died female. I'd hope that hasn't changed since returning to earth. That would make things a bit awkward, wouldn't it?
Age: She’s aged to look 21 as a human, but as an angel she’s over 2000 years old, an angel long before the rise of the western empires.
Job: A new Guardian Angel to "Human Number 2"
"This is supposed to be good for me. But what about him? He needs my power. They all do. But now that I'm here, I can do nothing. No exceptions. Not now."




Personality: The power to thwart fate, as the angel Marmaroth has, makes life-or afterlife rather- extremely trying. Only able to aid the people she has no affiliation with, she introverts. This way, whenever there is another angel or human in need, Marmaroth can stop fate to her design. But a lonesome eternity is endless. Now she’s hard and cold toward other around her, causing an upset in the balance that Angels keep. So Marmaroth is reassigned, with hopes that her disposition toward contact can change. Now she’s a Guardian to another lonely soul on earth. But how can an empty angel comfort and guide a dying human, when she’s no different inside than he?
ImageMarmaroth is quiet and reserved by choice, she refuses to get close to anyone for the fear that she may not be able to save them one day. However, deep down she longs for the company of another, which only makes her feel even worse about her situation altogether. But her reassignment on Earth forces her to entangle her fate with the fates of others, leaving her power over fate helpless, and the part of her that want to save everyone hopelessly frustrated. "I want to be there for people, but what will I do when they need me? I can't stand back and watch. I'd rather be lonely than hurt someone else. It’s an angels job to be selfless."




Likes: Now on Earth, Marmaroth has a chance to rediscover humankind and its perks. Touch. Taste. Especially taste. What girl doesn’t enjoy chocolate? Reading brings peace to her, in her mind its interaction without…well, real people. Music is another thing that compels Marmaroth’s attention quite often during her job on Earth. She finds it comforting and an easy way to vent or express feelings when words that she’s lost over the years of silence can’t. Before she was sent down to earth, she enjoied following and doing the will of The Creator, she never questions her unfailing faith in his will. "On a less serious note, I like apples. And when I say music, I don't mean the jumbled stuff that’s popular nowadays. How can it be expressive when one can't understand it?"
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Dislikes: Along with the beauties of the human world come the things that would make any Angel want to weep for the world they have to witness. Death. Pain. Sorrow. These all bring Marmaroth to state of incurable sadness. Leaving her to partially dislike her new job for obvious reasons. Also. she fins that she can't stand the enviornment of the hospital, or the hospital itself. Its sterile and plain, theres nothing to look at.
"Well that, and then there’s seafood. Nasty, slimy, gross. No thanks."



Fears: Angels really shouldn’t have anything to fear, but coming down to earth leaves Marmaroth to have to acclimate to her new environment. No matter how alone she already was before she was sent down with the others, coming to earth only made it consume her more. Seeing families and people together, living and happy leaves a sinking feeling inside her. Her biggest fear is being alone. Forever. Abandonment creeps at her soul. Facing eternity alone is something she never wanted. And now that she’s here with this boy, alone just like her, she can’t leave him. Not like this. Not ever.
"I don't see why he has to suffer. Alone like he is. I really shouldn't have taken this job, but the thought of leaving another person stuck like I am...it's just not fair. I don't think I can do much. But I need to try, even if I can't stand to watch him die."


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ImageHistory: Marmaroth had originally been working as an angel of fate for thousands of years. Working to aid the Creator in his plans for others through a change in their life. Molding others futures. But her powers leave her alone in the universe. And strangely empty. She isn't getting as much happiness from helping others. She can’t change fates that are mingled along hers, so she bravely chooses to stand alone. After years upon years of nothing, but work and loneliness, Marmaroth detaches even more, refusing to mingle with anyone. Her superiors notice; and they reassign her to earth with 3 other Angels to guide young humans diagnosed with cancer to a peaceful end. Now that she’s here, this is her change to prove to herself that maybe she doesn’t need celestial powers to help another soul.



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"If I were to help...I couldn't. But because of what I am, I have to. Even if I can't save this in the end."

So begins...

Marmaroth's Story

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Character Portrait: Hazel Rose Character Portrait: Kristina Carter Character Portrait: Miles Bruner Character Portrait: Marmaroth Character Portrait: Billy Moore Character Portrait: Amadeus Dermot Character Portrait: Gabriel Character Portrait: Arolak Character Portrait: Jimmy Coltrane
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Gabriel looked at the envelopes in his hands. Each envelope carried the name of an angel in gold ink. Marmaroth, Amadeus Dermot, William Moore and Arolak. Each envelope contained information on their new wards. All four wards were humans with terminal illnesses. Four humans who were little more than children. Gabriel shook his head, not for the first time wondering why the young and innocent suffered while tyrants seemed to live forever. Transforming into his human form, his wings vanishing into his shoulder blades and his robes replaced by a grubby looking suit, Gabriel hid the envelopes in his inside pocket and set off to find the angels. America had gotten to be such a busy place. He could remember watching the first settlers make their homes here. There were a few towns where life remained simple and quiet, but like much of the world, most of the country was heavily populated and life was anything but simple.

Marmaroth was the first angel he found. He handed the envelope with her name over to her, saying very little other than, “You know what to do from here.” He had always been business like in his approach. The whole ‘I bring glad tidings’ shtick had got boring quite a while ago and was far too time consuming. Zipping across the grand ol’ state of Texas, Gabriel tracked down William and Amadeus, handing each angel their respective envelopes.

When he found Arolak, the angel was cradled in a tree, watching the clouds float across the sky. Gabriel cleared his throat to get Arolak’s attention. Arolak looked over out of the corner of his eye, snapping to attention when he realised who was standing there. Arolak jumped down from the tree, landing in a crouch,“Work?” He asked.

Gabriel handed over the envelope, which Arolak all but tore from his hands. When Arolak looked up, Gabriel had vanished. Shrugging, Arolak skimmed over the information of his new ward. Miles Bruner. Huh, he was getting a guy this time. That was new.Osteosarcoma. That wasn’t so new. So many of the wards he’d had had been close to death.
Here’s hoping you stay alive a little longer kid.



That had been a week ago. Since then, Arolak had been following Miles at a distance, shadowing his every move and learning as much as he could about Miles before stepping up and becoming his guardian angel. Boy, did he love his job. Arolak was sat on top of the building that stood proudly opposite the store Miles worked in. So far, this was what he had learned; Miles lived with his mother, his father was absent for whatever reason, and Miles was angry, he had every damn right to be angry though, he was dying for chrissake, and he worked in a bike shop.

And now, here Arolak sat, mulling over the best way to introduce himself. The world was less open to religion now and he wasn’t sure how well ‘Hi I’m your Guardian Angel and I’m here to be your guide to the next life’ was going to go down with someone who was acutely aware of their own mortality. Arolak ran off the back of the building, landing in the same neat crouch he had when Gabriel had handed him his envelope. Brushing himself off, Arolak folded his wings away, looking, for all intents and purposes, human. He crossed the street to the bikestore and began browsing; hoping he looked a little lost and that it would be Miles who came over. That would make his life so much easier.

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Marmaroth pursed her lips at the scripted envelope and enclosed her small hand around it, nodding impassively at Gabriel’s tidings; if one could even call them that. Not that she minded, if every other angel were busy all the time like he was, then there wouldn’t be a soul left to bother her. Nevertheless, here she was, the once powerful Marmaroth, now on Earth with a new assignment to watch over a mortal. And along with that thought, came the crushing realization that she hadn’t the slightest clue as to what she was doing.

“Gabriel I th—,” but he had already gone. No doubt to hand over the other charges their envelopes, she could sense those like her around, not that she would ever go looking for one. Her solitary life was for the best. She sighed again and decided to get off the populated street of the small town to read about her new charge. Maybe he’ll refuse my help and they’ll let me go back to my old job was a musing that she’d been nursing in her mind since she gained word of this assignment, and still she thought of as she sat down outside a small bakery and used her finger to gracefully slide open the envelope with her name in calligraphy on the front. James Coltrane, colon cancer She sucked in a breath and ran her hand over her face, sending a plea to the heavens I know You send me here for a purpose. To do Your will. But I pray for this boy—man, which is in great pain for his emotional, mental, and physical state. May he be healed according to Your plan. And may Your will be fulfilled. Always and forever. Amen. After completing the prayer she raised her head and scouted out his location on the paper.

“May God be with us.” Came the small mutter out of her mouth, as she stood and extended to the sky’s.


After watching the young man for a week without contact, Marmaroth realized how tedious this job could really be. He’s so human—everything is so human to be exact James, worked like a normal man, and was very helpful to others, but still seemed to be hard on himself; though Marmaroth failed to see the connection between the two of them there. She watched him do his work for the extremely small paper in the even smaller town, and found herself growing more and more restless. Nothing happened. The other worker was always asleep, and all James did was brood and work. Which she supposed was important to him. It’s not like I should go speak to him anyway. What would that mean for him? She never was patient, so she decided it would be wise to just get the introductions over with, and made herself visible only to the lonely man doing his job. She stood quietly off to the side of the room, hoping James would catch sight of her.

This way, if he wants to see me, he will. And if he chooses to involve me in his fate, then that will be the end of it.

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Comfortable seats come in all shapes and sizes. You have seats with luxury pillows, seats with arm rests, seats where you can put up the legs, leather seats, big bags that you can just dive in, seats with massage options and more. It was precisely for this reason that Jimmy was annoyed and pissed. For he had not been sitting on any seat of the described. Instead he had been seated on a wooden bench that seemed to be so old that the wood was probably derived from a tree that grew in the Biblical Paradise. He had been in the courtroom for hours following today's cases. You had to do something to fill the newspaper of the small town. As only one of two employees at the Texan Telegraph he had quite some pages to fill.

So every now and then he would get the stories at the courtroom. In a small town like this the court was not very far behind. If somebody committed a crime, it would probably already be ready for court within a month. As a newspaper it meant that the news was still fresh in everyone's memory. Not reporting on it would be frowned upon. While shifting from one to the other butt cheek once again he thought of his colleague. Norbert was an elderly man who must have lived a hectic life. At least it seems that way, since he is now trying to sleep during the day to catch up. Somehow he was still able to provide some stories for the newspaper, although Jimmy suspected that he was recycling old stories from 1908.

After the last case of the day, another victory for team Carter, Jimmy was getting up and was ready to leave. Kristina Carter walked past him without as much as a 'how do you do'. Before Jimmy could walk out of the same door he had to do the mandatory after-verdict-interviews. He moved towards the defendant and started asking him questions. He did not have to talk very loud or push himself forward in order to ask his questions. In this little hamlet there was only one person asking the questions, even more so than the police sometimes did. Just a few minutes later Jimmy walked out of the door as well and walked towards the office that was known as the Texan Telegraph head quarter. Coincidentally it was also the head quarter of the local travel agency and the one and only accountant of this place. In the other corner of the mostly desk filled space was an actual hair salon.

During the walk his stomach started cramping. He walked by the bakery and looked inside to see if there was anything nice to eat. He realised there actually was, but he felt full, stuffed and not at all hungry. And this even though he didn't ate anything that day. Jimmy sighed at the thought, and this symptom of his disease was not nearly as bad as the others. Almost unnoticeable he shook his head and walked on until he could close the office door behind him an sit at his desk. Directly he started concentrating on his work and started to type continuously. Aside from the headlines, he also organised the advertisements, the obit's and he put in a special for the hair salon, like he always did. Not everything needed to be news. If the elementary school is cleaning cars for charity it is not necessarily news, but the people would like to read about it.

Taking a break Jimmy leaned back in his chair and reached for his mug filled with what once was hot coffee. He took a small sip of the bitter drink that, due to his disease, he shouldn't be drinking at all. With the strange feeling that someone was looking at him, Jimmy looked up and saw a blond girl staring straight at him. Shocked at the sudden exchange of looks between them he lost his balance and fell backwards from his tipped over chair. "Oh shit!" was the only thing he could say before his left over coffee spilled into his lap. Confused and embarrassed Jimmy stood up as quick as he could and tried to wipe any left over coffee from his lap.

Standing again he looked back at the girl and stumbled: "Uhm, my apologies, is there anything I can help you with?" He had not seen the girl before and he was 100% sure she was not from this town, here everyone knew each other at least in some way or another.

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Even though he was sure the girl was new to him, there seemed to be some sort of recognition. Like a child hood friend providing a sort of safety aura. His scepticism however, was far stronger than the feeling of safety. When she called out his name he started thinking of how she was aware of it. On his desk he saw a sign with his name, Jimmy, something he preferred over James. Still the link to James was an easy one, even logical. His mother always used to call him James, but ever since his father died, she only pronounced it with disgust. He had left his mother as well as his name behind, he simply did not have the will or energy to deal with family.

“My name is Marmaroth. I was sent to help you with your sickness and frustrations. To help you move on.” Okay, at least we can confirm that she is coocoo and that she does give me the heebiejeebies. Where could she be from? He had been in the hospital enough to know most people there, patients and doctors alike. He did not recognize her from the mentally handicapped department. Still it sounded as if that was where she belonged. What could she know about his sickness, aside from him and his doctor no one else knew. He hadn't told any one, he did't have any one to tell to be honest.

When she started about being an Angel of God, Jimmy actually got upset. Although brought up with religious beliefs, it had started to fade when his father passed away. God did not exist in a world where Peter Coltrane died of cancer. Jimmy himself, okay, but not his father. The strange clothes of the girl did nothing to lighten his mood. "…James? I’m only trying to help...” Believing her or not, his first impression of the girl was not a very good one. He wanted her to leave him in peace, he wanted to get back to work and not be questioned on his beliefs or his disease.

"My apologies ma'am, but I do believe you have got the wrong person. Is there any one you would like me to call for you in order to pick you up, or maybe even a taxi?" He hoped for a simple answer to his question. It would make his day an easier one. If his life was going to be a short one, than at least let him live it like he wanted to.

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The girls answer was both confusing and frightening. Not the fact she didn't realize exactly what a taxi was, but the fact that she had 'seen him use them'. It would have been perfectly fine if he had just arrived in a taxi, but the last taxi he had taken was exactly 4 days ago. He had been to the next town over to collect a story, and he didn't enjoy driving himself. Does this mean she followed me from that town? Could it be that this girl had followed him for the past few days, or had he just stood out in some way while she was in town. Honestly, he was quite surprised if she had been here for several days. If ever there was a new person around, he was usually notified by the other people of the town. That happens automatically in a town like theirs.

"o I don’t think I’ll be requiring the use of such a thing. Not unless you’d like me to come with you.” She sounded as if she wanted to comfort him, as if she would be on board for whatever Jimmy would decide. "I'm not taking a taxi. I wasn't really planning on going anywhere, you know a taxi is only used if you want to go from one place to the other and don't have your own transport." Oh great, now he was explaining what a taxi exactly does. Hadn't today been too long and too tiresome to deal with a person like this.

Before he could speak again the girl that named herself Marmaroth, spoke again. This time she asked him if she had offended her. To be fully fair he could not say yes, how could she have known that he no longer believed in God as he had done when he was young. How could she have known that he had felt abandoned for a very long time. He stopped feeling sorry for himself when he realized that the thought of a God, giving diseases and alike, was strange and unrealistic. If his father would have heard his son say this he would have started preaching. Maybe that's why I don't believe any more. There is no one left in my life that can talk which such passion and conviction about religion.

Jimmy cleared his throat and wanted to apologize if he had been rude. That was not really his style. "I'm sorry..." But before he could continue the girl spoke again. She apologized for being offensive and closed with the words that usually angered Jimmy. "God works in mysterious ways.” A weird saying to say the least. If killing his father and himself was a mysterious way, then Jimmy rather have God cut out his so-called mysterious ways. However, the way she said it was with such innocence that it was impossible to really get upset with her. Still he did not believe a word that she said, but maybe he could help her to wherever she needed to be.

"I'm not offended, I'm just not a very big fan of all the holy references. So, if we can keep that part to a minimum, we'll be fine." It still left the question as to what he was supposed to do now. He wasn't particularly looking for friends. It would just make it all the sadder for the friend when he eventually did die, which his doctor had told him was a fact, not a mere possibility. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but I am not looking for someone to help me out, or to move on. I'm pissed of about dying at age 23, but if you can't cure me, you can't help me. Nothing personally though..."