Full Name:
Marie Sierra Cleophel
Age:
17
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
Appearance:
Marie stands at a total height of only about five feet, three inches, making her seem rather small and childish when compared to most people her age. This childish image isn't really helped by her slightly flat chest, or by her round, childlike face, as though she simply stopped changing at some younger age and remained that way up to the present.
Her skin is soft and rosy red, if a little pale due to her habit of staying indoors. It lacks most forms of blemish or abnormality completely due to her clean-freak tendencies, making it one of her main points of beauty. Her build is mostly toward her limbs, which are long and slender, which, when combined with her flat stomach, thin waist, and curved - if not very developed - figure, makes her rather appealing to look at despite her somewhat childish appearance. Her face, too, has a beauty to it, with a petite nose, chin, and ears, causing the main features of her face to be her rosy lips, red cheeks, radiant smile, and bright blue eyes, giving her a picturesque air of innocence and joy that, while not reflecting her true feelings, is heartwarming to behold.
Marie's most bizarre feature, by far, is her hair, which, while mostly straight, curls outward seemingly at random, giving her a somewhat unkempt appearance that contrasts with her otherwise pristine bodily condition. Stranger by far, however, is the fact that her hair runs clear down to her waist, and happens to be blue, due to being bleached to a shade like pure, still snow reflecting the light of a clear sky. While she is unlikely to stop doing this anytime soon - see personality for the reasons why - her hair is naturally a chocolate brown in color, and, when kept reasonable in length, is actually almost entirely straight, running down her back in a single flowing curtain.
Preferred Clothing:
Her usual attire consists in summer of a plaid brown skirt, white knee-high socks and a cream colored white blouse tied with a red ribbon - the lattermost article being slightly too big for her, its sleeves tending to slip down over her hands while the rest of the garment sags down slightly, exposing her shoulders rather appealingly - completed with a pair of black shoes. In winter, she is usually seen wearing full length black pantyhose, a slightly longer skirt of the same design and shade, a black sweater, and a bright red scarf.
On a final note, she actually has rather bad eyesight, and, shoulder she ever actually accept this fact, would likely don glasses like the ones shown along with her winter attire and actual hair color in picture three.
Role:
The Masked Genki Girl.
Love Interest:
None yet.
Skills:
Marie is uncannily good at discerning someone's thoughts and feelings just by looking at their face - although she has to stare very intently, closely, and somewhat disturbingly to do so, due to her bad eyesight - and is very highly intelligent, with an almost perfect recall and a vivid imagination to go along with her remarkable knowledge - although few people even realize this, due to her lack of self-confidence causing her to fail most academic tests and materials, and her bizarre attitude causing most to view her as stupid. She's very fast on her feet and athletic as well, although she's not particularly tough or strong - actually, the opposite. She's a very frail person, and catches sicknesses easily. On a final note, she's a remarkably good singer, and takes great pride in her songs, but is generally too self-conscious to actually sing them. Considering how quietly she speaks, most don't expect the amount of emotion and feeling she can put into her singing voice.
Personality:
Marie could at best be summed up as "Eccentric," and at worst be summed up as "Delusional," or perhaps "Crazy." Due to an almost fanatical desire to be "special," and to make those around her proud of her after being a disappointment for most of her childhood, Marie has - depending on who you ask - lapsed into a fantasy she herself truly, earnestly believes, or, according to her family, simply refused to grow up. Due to an inferiority complex born of her insecurities and fear of other people as well as from always being second best, she decided that the only way to make her overly-demanding parents proud of her was to become something amazing and special. However, when she originally tried, she found herself too fearful of what other people would think of her to even attempt anything extraordinary. Consequently, to overcome her worries over what people would think of her, she began to disassociate herself with her own actions, bleaching her hair and developing a whole new self-identity as a means of coping with her fears of being a let-down to others. After all, if she herself wasn't the one being mocked or doing things wrong, then she didn't have to worry about it.
So was born her incredibly eccentric side, and her obsession with the fantastical and the supernatural. Claiming to be - and, in fact, even deluding herself into thinking that she WAS - a witch-in-training who wielded "good magic" to help people, she became a social recluse, shutting herself up in her room and performing bizarre and nonsensical experiments in the hopes of inventing wondrous new "magics" with which to make everyone proud of her. This eternally optimistic side of her personality didn't really care, or even, in fact, acknowledge that people thought she was crazy, justifying her actions with the assurance that everyone would be happy with her achievements in the end, and with her unshakable belief in the reality of her "magic." At first, people just thought this was a childish fancy which would pass as she grew older. When it did not, however, and her bizarre utterances and abnormal behavior continued, she found herself all alone.
When she realized this, she nearly fell into despair over her goal of making everyone proud of her seemingly having failed. Making one last desperate bid against the weight of her failures, she decided that she would resolve things once and for all by doing the one thing she had never been able to: making friends. Through a stroke of luck, a group of closely-knit playmates and comrades stumbled across her one night in the park in the midst of a magical experiment for the purpose of summoning friends to herself. When she met them, she was elated that she had succeeded, and actually opened up to her new - and first - friends, trusting them with her secrets and relying on them in her times of need. But, when this happy time came to an end, and the band of friends she had so desperately clung onto departed, Marie once more fell into sorrow.
Her friends had taught her one thing, at least: how to behave relatively normally. Although she was by no means socially adjusted, and almost everyone around her viewed her as strange, she now at least could deal with other people, although she constantly kept them away from her heart through liberal use of the energetic identity of the "witch," while she herself had her head in the clouds. Most people simply accepted that, and kept her around as a sort of curiosity, although she never really grew close to anyone again. She was too busy dwelling on the failure of her seemingly infallible magic of friendship to care. She resumed her magical experiments, and continues them to this day, once more shutting herself in her room for hours on end, and hiding her face from most people who try to speak to her, whenever she can, insisting herself to be invisible, amongst other bizarre things.
When she meets the other friends, she is surprised, remembering their names and wondering if these are the same comrades she failed to stay with all those years ago. Although she is apprehensive of them, fearing to get close to anyone again, since they always seem to slip away from her, she soon cannot resist resuming old bonds of friendship, although she hides behind her nickname of "Cleo," hoping none of them will recognize the brown-haired "Witch" of the past as the eccentric, blue-haired "witch" of the present.
On a final, miscellaneous note, she blames her bad eyesight on a "curse" caused by a "spell gone wrong," and insistently maintains that glasses would help nothing, refusing to wear them.
Distinguishing Features:
Her bleached bluish-white hair and said hair's rather prolific length, and her unusually light blue eyes.
Charm Point:
As stated in the appearance section, Marie is surprisingly attractive in most regards, with long legs and a curving, delicate figure to appeal to most observers. Her face is also a big point in her favor, as is her long hair, which gives her a sort of cutesy look, even if it does happen to be an unnatural shade of blue-white. As for her personality, while she does take a bit of getting used to, there's no mistaking that she's a very nice person, although her enthusiastic and bizarre attitude does cause most to shy away from her. Her constant desire to simply be accepted by those she cares for, were it ever discovered, would also likely be a very endearing aspect of her personality. Someone in need of care and love does tend to inspire such feelings, after all.
Likes:
Magic, being praised, sweet foods, singing, reading books, especially fantasy novels, ESPECIALLY ones about witches and magic.
Dislikes:
Being mocked, people who don't believe in her magic, being helpless, herself, doing things wrong.
Fears:
Monophobia - fear of being alone, in her case, especially without anyone she can depend or rely on, once she finds such a person - Agoraphobia - fear of being in open, crowded, or, in her case, unfamiliar places, especially places far away from her room, which is like a safe haven to her - Anthropophobia - fear of society, as in her case, she feels herself below its standards and desperately wants to rise above them - Haphephobia - fear of being touched, as, due to being frequently punished for her inadequacies, she fears being hurt by almost anyone she touches - Asthenophobia - fear of fainting or weakness, as, being a sickly person who stays alone for long periods of time, she is greatly afraid of simply collapsing someday and having nobody there who cared enough to help her - Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotten, or ignored, or forgetting, in her case about anyone or anything important to her, especially her friends, whom she is hurt to no end to find do not remember her, but also relieved that they do not hate her either - and Atelophobia- Fear of imperfection. These among many, MANY others.
History:
Born into a fairly high-class family, Marie was expected from an young age to excel. Her older brother had been a veritable child prodigy, whose vast academic achievements dwarfed her wildest dreams, even from a young age. Consequently, when her insecurities and fears of not matching up to her parents expectations, or to the accomplishments of the brother she idolized, became evident, her family was greatly disappointed. Her brother was almost always rewarded, while she sat unattended and alone, too scared to approach anyone else, or to really even try her best at anything. Although she was punished time and time again for being lazy, or a slacker, or whatever else, she never outgrew these fears. Nay, in fact, they were only cemented by this treatment, causing her to become more and more isolated as she felt herself unworthy of any of the accolades or trophies her brother had amassed.
Desperate to change her miserable lot, Marie turned to fairy tales, and wondered at the magical things that turned simple girls like herself, derided as useless, into marvelous and wonderful objects of adoration and love. Desperate to change, too, she decided that if that magic would not appear for her, then she would become that magic herself. So began her delusions of "witchhood," and her desire to make everyone proud of her using the power of magic she had invented inside her own head. It was an innocent fancy, but soon it came to define her whole existence, contrary to the expectations of her parents. And so her life dragged on as she declared herself to be a witch from all the world to know, only to be confused and sad when nobody seemed to take her seriously. She tried to show other people magic, but found that none of them seemed to acknowledge it, and that, in fact, her beloved spells didn't even seem to work on other people. To her humble mind, it seemed like she was too weak to even do magic right, and she grew to hate herself for it. So, she resolved to change this too, her optimistic view of the future never faltering, no matter how bleak her life seemed to be as she was scolded or taunted again and again, even by the very family she undertook all of these efforts to impress. Marie decided that she would use her magic to summon friends who could help her, who she could rely on to aid her in her goal of changing herself.
So, one night, she went out to a nearby park and began to work, drawing various bizarre symbols and sigils of her own invention in the sand, improvising and simply hoping for the results she desired. After hours of laborious calculation and toil, it was finished, and as the clock struck midnight - a symbolic hour she felt would offer her the greatest chance of success - she called out the words of her spell, and prayed for success. Consequently, when nothing seemed to happen, she was greatly distraught, and, after searching around for the friends she soon came to realize had not appeared, she simply sat down and began to cry. It was then that her life changed, and that she felt she would never be alone or sad again for all her days.
Returning for a secret late night excursion of the wreck of a ship nearby, a troupe of closely-knit comrades came through that very park on their way home, hoping to sneak back into their beds unnoticed in the same manner as they had slipped covertly out of them. Stumbling entirely by accident upon the little girl in the playground, they tried to console her, which caused her to believe that they were the companions she had so longingly sought. Latching herself onto them and clinging to their friendship as tightly as she could, she became an inseparable companion to all of them, and was from that day forward inducted into their group. Playing, laughing, and living alongside her friends, Marie knew happiness for the first time, and slowly but surely began to feel confident in herself and in her magic once again. All that changed, however, when one by one, the various members of the group were separated, forced by fate or circumstance to move away and out of contact, and leaving their newest member all alone once again.
Relapsing into her isolation, Marie became more strange than ever, bleaching her hair as a means of drawing attention to herself, as well as allowing her to further distance her doubting mind from her own actions and causing her to slowly become the misfitting mask she had crafted for herself. She decided to identify herself as Cleo instead of Marie on a whim, and expanded her superstitious attitude until she justified almost everything in terms of her own ideas of "magic." Most people avoided her, and those who did interact with her found her antics to be too mindbendingly confusing or too incredibly awkward to continue doing so to any real extent. She was isolated, and treated as a mere nonexistence - a face in the background who it was better to ignore than to ever truly acknowledge. People spoke to or about her, but none of them ever really noticed her or cared about her. Even if she had people who supposed she was a sort of particularly unusual friend, she was still just a doll of a witch, a being who seemed forgotten by her comrades, her peers, and even by her own parents, who did little more than feed her, clothe her, and then rush her off to school to get her out of their sight, and hence out of their minds, even if it was just for a little while.
And then, everything changed. To her surprise, her old friends re-appeared in her daily life one after the other. At first, she desperately longed to approach them, to reconnect with the ones she had cherished above all else. But then she realized something. They had changed. Only she had remained the same. All of them had simply parted and forgotten about both her and each other. They were like different people, and furthermore, Marie knew that she could never truly connect with someone again without fearing that they would leave her all alone once again. She couldn't stand that, and so instead, she watched, staying aloof as best she could and trying her best to drive them away through her unusual antics. But her shell had cracked, and the true nature on the inside of that fantastic mask was already glimmering forth. If one of her old companions was to see that light, then the whole facade might simply come crumbling down piece by piece, taking her resolve to stay alone with it.
After all, this was the last time she would have one more chance, and even though her fears, she realized that she would never be able to forget if she didn't try to take that last opportunity, and the glimmer of hope it offered in her dark, sad world...
Sky Chord
I can't seem to sing a song with my own words
Because it always ends up sound too sweet
The words I want to sing just wouldn't sound right
But then all
The ones that do don't really show how I feel
Since when have I learned what's the meaning of love?
When is it that I have learned what to protect?
What are the colors that catch your eye up high in the sky?
Sometimes I want the white clouds to turn to black
Please don't leave me sky chord
Would you have stayed right here with me yeah yeah yeah
I just lost you sky chord
But I can't really say that it's not my fault
I know there are more things to do before now and
I have a long way before I am full grown
I know that I can find exactly what I need
and that the whole time I can keep growing up yeah yeah
I always stayed up late when I was a kid
Watching the sun rise after a night alone
But now I'm chasing time for a little sleep
And I think
What if I could go back to one of those days
Please don't leave me sky chord
would you have stayed here with me yeah yeah yeah
I just lost you sky chord
There are many things that I could have told you
I know there are more things to do before now and
I have a long way before I am full grown
I know that I can find exactly what I need
and that the whole time I can keep growing up
I wish that I could just stay like this forever and
But I know in my heart that it can't be true
I wish those words that I wrote in my notebook would not ever change
Because they are my memories
I know there are more things to do before now and
I have a long way before I am full grown
I know that I can find exactly what I need
and that the whole time I can keep growing up
Because I can no longer be just a kid
Other: Marie has a tendency to conceal herself under large, bulky objects when she feels nervous or doesn't want to talk, but generally remains rather painfully visible while doing so. Unfortunately, as her quote might indicate, during these times, she is firmly convinced that her magic makes her completely invisible, resulting in some awkward situations as she stares silently and motionlessly at whoever she doesn't want to deal with, usually without even so much as blinking, if she can help it, as shown below.