Posts by Maria R. Fleur

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    There Maria sat on the fringes of Sunclan territory. She didn't have a clue as to where she was or the current time of day. All she knew was that it was cold, it was raining, and there was thunder in the distance. Her amplified hearing resulted in her springing to her feet every time she heard something other than the quiet storm. Her body shuddered against the chilly air and wind that softly blew against her bare body. She tucked her legs in as close to her thin frame as she possibly could, and wrapped her tail over her front paws.




    Her ears flattened against her head as her muscles twitched in response to the water tickling her paper white skin. As the blind feline lowered her head, her shoulder blades could be seen shifting slightly from beneath her skin. Her bones poked out just enough for her to appear as though she were on the verge of starvation. It wasn't that she wasn't eating enough; as a matter of fact, there was something that was eating her alive. If she had eyes they'd be frantically flickering about as a soft whimper left her in response to her situation. She inhaled before she swallowed, the wattle on her neck not responding to the movement. However, seconds later, the surface of it bulged and shifted as the writhing tendrils inside expanded and contracted.




    The worried crease that had formed from the furrowing of her fictive brows deepened as she turned her head one way and then another. She had taken shelter underneath a tree; however, it bore her no safety from the cold that pricked her skin. It also proved to not be good protection from rain either once a few branches gave under the weight of the water above them. Her ears pricked as she heard them creaking as they bent shortly before water was suddenly dumped on her body. She yelped in response and instinctively darted out from under the tree. She chirped and clicked as she ran through the jungle and deeper into the territory. She failed to realize she was trespassing as the rain prevented her from picking up the scents of other animals.




    Her sprint was brought to a halt when she ran into a bush. An alarmed cry left her as she desperately attempted to scramble away. The thorns easily sliced into her skin as she had no fur to protect her. As they did so a scream of animal intensity erupted from her throat as she thought an animal had gotten a hold of her. She pleaded for help and begged for mercy until she fell back onto the muddy ground. Thin slashes were visible on her chest, shoulders and front legs - a few could even be seen on her face. Ink leaked from her indentations and ran quickly down her face as soon as they mixed with the water on her skin. She curled up on the ground in a half-crouch, glancing in the general direction of what she thought to be her attacker. "Please, please, I beg of you, please don't kill me. Spare me, please." Sobbing noises left Maria from where she crouched, ink and droplets of blood seeping into the mud underneath her. She was a mess, poor doll.
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    Maria was still shivering and whimpering where she stood when she heard a voice. "Nobody is here to hurt you. What brings you here to SunClan, may I ask?" The calmness of the feminine voice both assured and alarmed her. Was she not just being assaulted? She shakily shifted into a sitting position, her movements slow and unsure. A worried expression remained plastered on her face as she lifted a muddy paw to tenderly feel of a few cuts. Maybe someone had not attacked her and she had only ran into something sharp? Would this mean she was begging for mercy from inanimate object, perhaps something like a rosebush? How embarrassing. She thought to herself as her head lowered.




    "Welcome to SunClan territory. I'm Suga, do you need a blanket or something? Maybe something warm to drink, and shelter?" The bald feline's ears perked when she heard a masculine voice. She heard from both voices that she was in the territory of a clan by the name of "Sunclan". She cleared her throat softly as she appeared to glance towards the ground. She listened to the rain and tried to calm herself. They seemed like friendly people. "Hello, Suga and... stranger. I'm sorry for making a fuss. I'm blind, as you can see from the fact that I have no eyes. So, when I felt something scratching me I thought I was being attacked," She replied, her voice cracking. She was always nervous in front of new people. She didn't even know if she was facing them or had her back to them. However, from where she had heard them they sounded as though they were in front of her.




    "Um... what brings me here? Fate, I guess. I had no idea where I was until you both told me. The rain was masking the scents of the animals here and my blindness prevented me from knowing where I was going," Maria added, swallowing hard as her wattle shifted somewhat. Her ears perked before she lifted her head, hoping she was staring at at least one of them. It was then that her skin suddenly began to crawl. What if there were actually quite a few more animals around her? She was just unable to tell due to obvious reasons. "Uh, I... I appreciate the hospitality. I would like a blanket, if that's OK," She paused awkwardly again, "I guess... since I'm on clan territory... that means I'm intruding, right? I-I'm sorry."




    //quick announcement - the difficulty of her mentally has been corrected. also, Suga, thank you for the warm welcome! i will be sure to pm you if i have any questions. c:[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    Maria's ears perked when she heard a voice rise above the chatter of the other animals. A meet and greet? She thought, straightening up as a grin formed across her muzzle. She definitely desired to meet her clanmates. "For those of you that do not know me, I'm Kenzie Rose-Harbringer." Excitement pumped through her blood as she found her way to the stranger by following their voice. Her arrival was accompanied by several apologies for every time she accidentally bumped into someone. She paused almost too close to her clanmate before she chirped. Her echolocation quickly informed her she was far too close to whom she hoped to be Kenzie. She took a few steps back, "Sorry, uh, I'm Maria Rae Fleur. Nice to meet you."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    Maria's legs twitched when she awoke. She had been in her new home for four days; she paced about and felt her way around. She touched all sorts of objects and felt the spines of the books on the shelves in the livingroom. The bald feline had wished she had been able to read them. She examined all that she could within her limits and tried to associate herself with where everything was on her first day here. She was restless on her first night since she was in a new place that wasn't exactly home to her yet. Most of the time that she had spent here was sitting on a chair by a window that she left open, listening to the ocean. It calmed her nerves and she had fallen asleep to it several times.




    She had been guided to and through town by two of her clanmates. They pointed out various things and described them to her, given that they knew she was once able to see from what she told them. What she had said was true; she had once been able to. With the loss of it, she would miss out on what sort of wonderful outer beauties that could be found. However, in an absurd since, her blindness was a gift. She would see what was on the inside, value what was internal. She could make judgments on people without relying on what they looked like. She could focus on the sound of their voice, find different ways to determine their mood. Of course, there was the exception that there were those who could easily mask their emotion so that their voice did not give it away.




    A few had brought her gifts in the form of some music to listen to. They had assumed she listened to calm music, classical, orchestras or white noise. They had assumed correctly. She dismissed some of the orchestra's she was given as they were to rough for her. She had also taken a liking to some of the records that were already in the house, those of which played pop music that most didn't like. Most would say it was bad music, but it was happy and joyful. She couldn't quite wrap her head around why people would not want to feel exhilaration. Perhaps it was just that they had different taste, just like she had her preferences.




    Without the slightest thought of her dreams, she shifted and carefully got off the bed. She chirped frequently as she maneuvered through the house to a window that seemed to always remain open. She climbed into a chair next to said window and pressed her paws against the wall. She carefully shimmied them up until they were resting on the windowsill. She cautiously stretched her back and lifted her tail; her ears faced forward as she took in the salty air. Today was no different from the rest - calm and serene. In the distance she heard people laugh, their voices mixing in with the waves against the shore.




    She abruptly decided today was the day to return outside. She wasn't exactly sure as to why she had spent so much time alone in the first place. Perhaps she wasn't ready for a new beginning - she had never been. She longed to return to the woodland where her father and her laughed and played childish games. She shook her head as if in effort to push the memories aside before they pressed further. She left the comfort of the chair and shuffled to the door, hesitating before it. She waves in the distance beckoned, as if calling her to a new life. She swallowed, "Think of it as being reborn, unknowing that you would never remember this life. No worries, no pain, just going anew." Her throat tightened in response to the weary and worn voice she heard within. She finally opened the door and headed outside.




    //so, i was listening to "Down by the Sea" on Tabletop Audio while i was typing. if you'd like to listen to it or find other inspirational music to type to click here.
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    To be honest, Maria wasn't sure if she liked either of the songs that came on. However, over the two, she preferred the first as it had a lighter tune when compared with the second song. Her ears flattened as the loud music played; her fictive brows furrowed with what appeared to be a somewhat saddened expression. She wasn't fond of the music but loved art despite her handicap. She swallowed, deciding to brace the loud noise and cautiously make her way over. She bumped into one of the tables with an alarmed yelp before she slowly climbed onto a chair. She sat down and pulled a piece of paper and a paper plate forward. She glanced around as she felt for a tube of paint. Once she had managed to grab one, she tentatively poked the domestic cat [Andy] next to her. "Excuse me, would you mind telling me what color this is?"
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    Maria cautiously made her way over when she picked up the scent of an unfamiliar stranger. She bumped into Suga on accident, "Sorry!" The apology came out so fast she wasn't sure if they would understand her. She sidestepped away and sat down to listen to the conversation, her blind stare not reaching anyone but past the newcomer and into the trees. "Touch me and you lose a finger. Your call." An alarmed look crossed her when she heard these words spoken by what she now assumed to be a possible trespasser. "How violent." She muttered almost inaudibly as she cast a glance towards the ground.
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    Maria appeared to perk up when she heard a voice. She stopped where she was for fear of running into them and offered a gentle smile. She recognized their voice, "Hello, Suga. I'm not up to much, I guess. I've just been getting myself acquainted with my new home. It's rough settling into new places." She immediately regretted her choice of words. Would they take it that she wasn't happy here? Worry filled her expression as she abruptly decided to change the subject. "Is there anything important I've missed while I've been cooped up?" She inquired as a small smile returned to her features. She cast her nonexistent gaze to the ground as she shifted her paws before she rapidly lifted her head, attempting to stare directly at her clanmate.
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    Maria stumbled upon the group on unsure paws. She chirped as she approached, pausing beside Hiyori. She herself never had daddy problems. She adored her father and loved him with every fiber of her being. He was the only family she had and, therefore, his passing had torn her a part. Her ears perked as she listened to several people introduce themselves. She swallowed as she appeared to glance forward, fictive brows furrowing to reveal a worried expression. "Hello. . . I'm Maria. . . Maria Rae Fleur." She introduced herself with a shaky voice and a solemn nod. "I hope you enjoy your time here." She added before she then rapidly proceeded to begin backing away as she figured everyone else had everything covered. She'd love to help the stranger with some form of tour. However, her blindness would prevent her from performing such activities.
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    TWO // form
    THREE // history
    FOUR // playlist
    FIVE // posting form
    SIX // links


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    [align=center][size=10][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; font-family: calibri; width:400px]MARIA RAE FLEUR / female + feminine pronouns / twenty-four moons/months or two years / domestic feline / toxic ink, tentacles & echolocation / straight / likes: crabs, shrimp, strawberries, cantaloupe, painting, gentle music, soft things, being covered [i.e. blankets] / dislikes: aggressive/loud noises, crowds, anything disruptive, aggression/violence/conflict, being blind, water / disorders or illnesses: PTSD, DPD & depression / other comments: she's a smol bean with abandonment issues and whose appearance usually draws people away from her. she loves to make friends and try new things as long as it has been confirmed that it won't be dangerous.[/fancypost]

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    <woltlab-metacode data-name="align" data-attributes="WyJjZW50ZXIiXQ=="><span style="font-size: 10pt"><p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="color: #C79191">— BASIC INFORMATION —</span></span></p></span></woltlab-metacode><p><span style="font-size: 10pt"><br><span style="color: #C79191">BIRTH NAME ➢</span> Maria Rae Fleur<br><em>- meaning :</em> Her first name means “wished-for child”; and her last name is French for “flower”.<br><em>- origin :</em> Her father gave her her first and middle name.<br><span style="color: #C79191">FULL NAME ➢</span> Maria Rae Fleur<br><em>- meaning :</em> ---<br><em>- origin :</em> ---<br><em>- alias :</em> Marie and Rae. Though, she is rarely referred to by these names.<br><em>- pet names :</em> None at the moment.<br><span style="color: #C79191">TITLES ➢</span> No titles.
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    <p><span style="font-size: 10pt"><span style="color: #C79191">AGE ➢</span> Twenty-four moons/months or two years.<br><em>- physical age :</em> If she still appeared like your regular feline, one could rightly say that she looked her age.<br><em>- mental age :</em> She often seems like a naive child, but she is wise beyond her years when it concerns emotional matters. Despite this, she can still yet become overwhelmed by emotional situations.<br><em>- birth date :</em> April sixteenth.<br><em>- birth place :</em> Maine, U.S..<br><em>- astrological zodiac :</em> Aries.
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    <p><span style="font-size: 10pt"><span style="color: #C79191">SEX ➢</span> Female.<br><em>- gender identity :</em> Feminine.<br><em>- preferred pronouns :</em> She/her.
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    <p><span style="font-size: 10pt"><span style="color: #C79191">RACE ➢</span> American.<br><em>- accent :</em> Likely a regular American accent with a very slight, almost unnoticeable industrial Maine accent (i.e. occasionally doesn’t pronounce her Rs).<br><em>- voice :</em> She has a soft, smooth voice and has never been heard yelling.<br><em>- known languages :</em> English.<br><span style="color: #C79191">SPECIES ➢</span> Mutant domestic feline.<br><em>- general information :</em> ---
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    <p><span style="font-size: 10pt"><span style="color: #C79191">ABILITIES ➢</span> Consist of poisonous ink, tentacles and echolocation.<br><em>POISONOUS INK</em> | discovered — 0% mastered<br>- The “ink” in and of itself will not harm any living creature if it simply comes in contact with their skin. However, if the liquid makes contact with the eyes, they will provide a blinding effect. If too much comes in contact with the eyes the victim will be blinded permanently. If the ink is eaten it will poison the victim so severely that they will begin to cough up blood. If not treated, the victim will begin to throw up blood until they pass on due to blood loss. If the ink enters the bloodstream it will stop the heart within the hour. This ink will leak from her indentations when she is experiencing intense emotions such as frustration or anger, as well as when she is incredibly stressed out. This ink also acts as a supplement for tears when she cries.<br><em>TENTACLES</em> | discovered — 5% mastered<br>- Eight, large, black tentacles like that of an octopus's arms can sprout from her mouth as a form of defense. The wattle on her neck acts as a form of pouch for them when they are not being used. When the tentacles are resting within it, it bulges slightly from the pressure and weight they bring on. It is rather puzzling how such large “arms” could fit within it. The truth of the matter is that they curl up tight enough for there to be enough room. When they are all released, the pouch turns white and flattens up against her neck, blending in almost completely with her skin. When the tentacles are out they block airflow and prevent breathing. When this happens the vents on her body open up and channel air through other passages in her body. Even with the aid of them, she can only keep the tentacles out for roughly fifty minutes before suffocation. Considering the fact that her tentacles have only been released once, she still has blisters in her throat. These blisters will pop and cause bleeding if the tentacles rub up against them. Maria has no control over the tentacles when they are released, and cannot release them on her own. However, she can control them somewhat when they are within her pouch, using them for clicking and speech. In order to speak, she manages to force one up into her mouth to use as a makeshift tongue. As of this moment, the only possible way her tentacles could be released is if her wattle is jabbed or if she sobs too intensely.<br><em>ECHOLOCATION</em> | discovered — 100% mastered<br>- She is able to click, whistle and screech as a method of echolocation since she is unable to see. How she clicks without a tongue lies in the movement of the tentacles within her wattle. If the tentacles move in the correct manner up against one another, a clicking sound will be produced from her throat as a result.
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    <woltlab-metacode data-name="align" data-attributes="WyJjZW50ZXIiXQ=="><span style="font-size: 10pt"><p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="color: #C79191">— PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS —</span></span></p></span></woltlab-metacode><p><span style="font-size: 10pt"><br><span style="color: #C79191">OVERALL APPEARANCE ➢</span> Her complexion is alabaster white - save for the curving marking that winds down from the top left side of her head, around the first horn on her forehead and to the top right side of her head. To the lower right side of this marking (as well as the lower left side) are what appear to be two, short, slanted black markings vertical of each other. There is a large, black indention on top of and around her spine. This marking begins just after the shoulder blades and ends at the small of her back. The marking, unlike the ones found upon her head, is not perfectly straight and neat. It looks sloppy around the edges, as if this marking had been cut into her. All of the jet black markings found on her body will leak with what appears to be an ink of the same color, and that of which is slightly thicker than that of pen ink, when she is experiencing fear, anger or stress. “Stress bleeding” was the term given to this leakage. Her skin, though it may appear somewhat leathery, is actually surprisingly soft to the touch. The skin covering her eye sockets seems to faintly sink inward as if to place evidence that she used to obtain eyes. White and considerably long, thin, curved back spikes can be found on her head, neck and back; they begin on her forehead and stretch down to in-between the lower tips of her shoulder blades. Small folds of skin can be seen on her nose, shoulders, and along the sides of the indention on her back. These folds open up to expose vents of some kind, which are actually used for breathing. There is a bright red wattle upon the underside of her neck in which rows of tiny spikes can be seen. She lacks hair anywhere on her body. She appears to be lacking in muscle mass and her ribs show slightly. All things considered, it can be concluded that she is at least somewhat malnourished.<br><em>- mutations/abnormalities :</em> White skin, horn/spikes, black indentations, wattle; lacks eyes, fur, and a tongue.<br><em>- scars :</em> Nearly unnoticeable scars can be found scattered around the indention on her back.<br><em>- body modifications :</em> None.<br><em>- posture &amp; walk :</em> She takes short, slow steps and often appears as though she were sidling around.<br><em>- health &amp; hygiene :</em> Though she may, at first, appear genuinely healthy at first glance, if one gazes long enough, they will notice that she is underweight. She often smells like she has been in a musty home.<br><span style="color: #C79191">WEAKNESSES ➢</span> She is physically weak, has hampered breathing and she cannot swim.<br><span style="color: #C79191">CLOTHING ➢</span> If she does manage to put on any set of clothing, it will likely be mismatched in color unless someone aids her.<br><em>- carried items :</em> She doesn’t normally carry anything around with her. If she does carry something with her, then it will be along the lines of a bag, backpack, or a basket.
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    <p><span style="font-size: 10pt"><span style="color: #C79191">OTHER FORMS ➢</span> She obtains no other forms.
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    <woltlab-metacode data-name="align" data-attributes="WyJjZW50ZXIiXQ=="><span style="font-size: 10pt"><p><span style="font-size: 12pt"><span style="color: #C79191">— MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS —</span></span></p></span></woltlab-metacode><p><span style="font-size: 10pt"><br><span style="color: #C79191">PERSONALITY ➢</span> Maria has a kind heart and is quite aware of her inner child. She has the tendency to think about her childhood; she loves to work with children and has a natural talent in communicating with them. She enjoys drawing and painting; she also likes to listen to classical, gentle and joyful music. She is sensitive to anything loud, disruptive or aggressive. She obtains a dreamy quality about her, and has a warm and caring spirit. She is known to have a maternal nature, and can be gentle and emotional. Her emotions are constantly up and down, and a cloud of depression can suddenly lower over her for no known concrete reason. She likes to be carefree, light and airy. She obtains a strong sense of justice and wants everything in life to be fair. She is generally described as friendly, pleasant and hospitable. She loves people and she is content just to listen and be supportive. She has a delicate laugh, which seems to captivate others. She likes to make friends and enjoy idle chat with them. With her ability to give genuine compliments, she is a joy to have among others. She has the tendency to submerge her emotions or not know how to connect with them. She doesn't talk about her problems and would rather allow them to build up within her than risk rocking the boat. She is unpredictable and prone to mood swings. This, along with her random bouts of depression, force her to retreat deep into herself, where not even those closest to her can reach.
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    <p><span style="font-size: 10pt">When it comes to interacting with other teenagers or adults, she appears to be awkward and/or nervous. In general, she has the tendency to not talk much at all, not only because it is a great pain for her to do so, but also due to the fact that she is so afraid to communicate. She fears other’s opinions of her deeply, and wants to be accepted by other people. However, how far she is willing to go to be accepted, is incredibly slim. She does have moral standards, and will live by them to the best of her ability. Though she does not succumb to peer pressure, she will to fear, and she can be easily manipulated. She withholds a poor amount of self-confidence, and beats herself down with thoughts of her past actions and what may have been if she had behaved differently. Despite this, she still makes an effort to see herself as someone who, though lacking in physical strength, makes up for it with unbelievable emotional knowledge. Yet, there are still parts of her that she hates. She is often perceived as the quiet, intelligent and innocent one by others, and they are mostly correct. While she is uneducated on inappropriate matters and does not think in such ways, she had been exposed to heavy mental and emotional issues at a young age. She even still faces most to some of such challenges to this day. She expresses herself very little, and does not reveal much about herself. She likes for others to talk about their own matters and lives, rather than make herself the center of attention.
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    <p><span style="font-size: 10pt">She is generally a submissive person with a high level of patience and self-control to be held. She is an open book who is well capable of withholding many secrets without saying a word. However, she tends to trust too easily and, yet, despite this, will refuse to talk about her past to even those closest to her. Maria would appear to have a rough sense of humor, being one who can only make another laugh if the joke manages to reveal itself in the right conversation. She is generally an optimistic person, though she may drift to a more realistic standard depending on the situation. She is definitely an introvert; however, this is not to say that she will not make attempts to converse with others. She can easily be described as clingy; and has this odd peculiarity about her that involves picking a specific person out of a group to follow whilst attempting to avoid everyone else. She will act with creativity, imagination, conviction and sensitivity, not to create an advantage, but to create balance.<br><em>- phobias :</em> She obtains a number of phobias that often seem to hint at her past. Her phobias consist of trypanophobia (fear of needles), taphephobia (fear of being buried alive), necrophobia (fear of corpses), acrophobia/hypsophobia (fear of high places), autophobia/ermitophobia (fear of loneliness).<br><em>- mental illnesses/disorders :</em> Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), Dependant Personality Disorder (DPD), and some depression.<br><em>- manias :</em> She does not appear to have any manias.<br><em>- hobbies :</em> She loves to paint, despite her blindness. She also enjoys reading, but must be read to due to her handicap. She also likes to engage in storytelling events mostly just to hear what fantasies people come up with.<br><em>- MBTI personality type :</em> INFJ.
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    <woltlab-metacode data-name="align" data-attributes="WyJjZW50ZXIiXQ=="></woltlab-metacode><p><br><span style="color: #C79191">RELATIVES ➢</span> Her mother and father, both of which are deceased. Her mother died after childbirth, and her father passed away from illness.<br><em>- distant family :</em> All deceased.<br><span style="color: #C79191">ORIENTATION ➢</span> Straight.<br><em>- polygamous or monogamous :</em> Monogamous.<br><em>- marital status :</em> Single.<br><em>- spouse :</em> No one.<br><em>- girl/boyfriend :</em> No one.<br><em>- love interest :</em> No one.<br><em>- past lovers :</em> No one.[/fancypost]</p></woltlab-metacode>

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    TOPOh, Miss Believer
    FAITH MARIELittle Girl
    TOPRuby
    ECHOSGold
    FAITH MARIEAntidote
    HELLBERG (FT. COZI ZUEHLSDORFF)The Girl

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    ooc // Salutations everyone! You may or may not be familiar with me, but I was the user who formerly played Obituary. That character, among others, have since been disposed of as I have no longer have any muse to spare for them. After a long break from role-playing due to finals and the holidays, I have finally returned with a somewhat new batch of characters/remastered characters. It's wonderful to be back in this community with you all. c: //




    Maria paused on her trek when she heard bird wings flapping just above her. The calls of all sorts of animals could be heard in all directions, and there were so many different scents in the air it made her head ache. Her awkward stance wavered side to side for a moment, her ear flicking when a drop of cold rainwater fell on her ear. She shook her head and glanced around as creases formed between where her brows should of been. It was in the way her non-existent brows furrowed and how a small frown played on her features that revealed her worry. From what she could hear, it was either drizzling or water was still dripping down from the treetops above after the rain. She had no idea where she was, other than the fact that it sounded like a jungle.




    Her head shook side to side as she let out a near quiet sneeze before she slowly began to take unsure steps forward. Sharp needle-like pains streamed up her throat as clicking noises erupted from her maw. Echolocation was her only method of "seeing" the world around her, and she had somehow managed to improve it over the years. Pain entered her throat once more when she yelped as she fell into some thick mud. She soon began to struggle to free herself, tearing her front legs out onto solid ground. She pulled her lower half out of the mud and stumbled forward. Mud covered her up to her shoulders, and her body quivered from the rain water touching her bare skin.




    Her ears flattened as she called out into forest, "Hello? Is anyone out there? I'm lost and I can't see." Perhaps her desperate call wouldn't go out in vain. She stood still for a moment, awaiting a response only to hear the animals above her. She shook herself and stumbled forward, unaware that she had long since crossed the border of another clan's territory. She jumped, startled, when her paw meet the rough surface of a root. She carefully stepped over it, moving with agonizing slowness as she felt around. She yelped again, busting a blister in her throat, when she tripped and fell down a hill. When she finally stopped rolling, she laid on her side on the ground for a long while. Ink began to run down her face from the indentations on her skull as she sniffed and fought tears.




    She slowly began to get to her feet again, "Hello? Is someone out there? Anyone?" She coughed, blood spurting from her muzzle. She shakily took a step forward only to find that her right, hind leg was caught between some roots. She pulled and tugged on it, "Please, someo-" She was interrupted by her own coughing. She only realized now that she had made a mistake by raising her voice too high. The coughing persisted for a few moments before she carefully laid down, her leg still caught in the roots. She was too exhausted to continue, and she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten. Sobbing noises left her as her frame began to quiver.
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    ooc // Ah, thank you both for the welcome. :] //




    She felt like she had been waiting for hours when she finally picked up the sound of footsteps. Her ears pricked as she steadily lifted her head, ink running down her face and mixing with the rain water. She smiled faintly, a sense of safety washing over her for only a moment as she opened her mouth to call out to them. "Who are you and why are you hear?" Her smile faded immediately at the sound of their agitated voice, and the feeling of comfort was rapidly replaced with fear and anxiety. She shifted her legs against the muddy ground as her ears flattened against her skull, the noises of the animals and rain suddenly seemed louder to her as she tried to pull her leg out of the roots yet again.




    "Wait, please, I-" She was interrupted by a more kindly sounding voice, "I think she may be suffering, Bearpaw. Perhaps we should allow Radio or Hyacinth to see to her before questioning her," Maria's heartbeat slowed and she found herself giving the other being a silent thank you. It was likely that she had been overreacting. Perhaps she had trespassed on some else's turf? Perhaps that was the reason as to why the first voice I had heard was so terribly aggravated, She assured herself. She swallowed as she laid back down, one of her front paws reaching up to wipe the blood from her muzzle. "I apologize for any agitation that I have caused," Maria managed to squeeze out those words before she coughed again. She wrapped her tail around her, her head turning one way and then another in hopes that she may appear to look towards at least one of them. "Do you think-" She coughed and swallowed with some difficulty, "Do you think you could free my leg from the roots while we wait? If it's not too much to ask."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; font-family: calibri; width:400px]Salutations! Maria here is open for almost any plots with the exception of the following: capture, torture, maim, rape, romantic relationships of any kind, and physical fights with anyone. I will also reject any requests that I do not feel will suit Maria. If you have a request that you do not see below or above, then feel free to ask me about it. c:


    PRIVATE VS. OPEN THREADS — I am open for both.
    ENEMY/DISLIKE RELATIONSHIPS — Open! There are certain things that do get on Maria's nerves, and things that Maria doesn't like to see in people. There are, obviously, also going to be people to dislike/hate her as well, probably.
    FRIENDS/CLOSE FRIENDS — Open! I will forewarn you that I would prefer for relationships to take time to develop. Also, no, their bond obviously doesn't have to develop through some event that involves one saving the other's life. They could just meet and strike up a friendly conversation and get to know each other over time. c:
    VENTING — Open! Though Maria is a hard shell to crack when it comes to getting her to open up about her history and/or problems, others can come and talk to her. She is an open book.
    ADOPTION — Open! Maria has a huge maternal nature, and loves children though they may be frightened of her appearance.
    CLINGY — Open! As mentioned in her personality description on her character study, she is incredibly clingy. She chooses people randomly to stick to, and will refuse to leave their side the majority of the time. Perhaps this could eventually reach a point where your character becomes annoyed with Maria over her clingy nature.
    READING SESSION — Open! Though she is incapable of reading herself, perhaps your character could take the time to read to her or just talk about books in general.
    MUSIC SESSION — Open! Perhaps your character would like to share their music with someone else, and Maria happens to be one of the candidates?
    ART SESSION — Open! Maria loves to paint despite her blindness. Perhaps your character stumbles upon her painting, or they decide to paint together.
    RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME — Open! Perhaps your character is in a bad mood and Maria happens to stumble upon them at just the wrong time.
    CORRECTING BEHAVIOR — Open! Perhaps Maria could somehow act as a positive influence on someone?


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    That sounds wonderful! Who would you rather make the thread? Also, a quick apology if I responded late; I've been busying myself sprucing up one of my other characters.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]