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Character Name: Maria Rainier
Age: 22 (a couple months before her death)
Occupation: Exorcist
Point in the timeline: About 20 years before canon
Alternate future: None in particular -- she's already dead. The fate of Maria's undead body will depend entirely on Cross Marian.
Personality: Maria is one of those girls who's used to getting what she wants. Confidence, grace, and poise are her call words; with her looks and her haunting voice she's accustomed to being regarded as beautiful, and accepts it somewhat as her due. She's a bit of a flirt, quietly coy and teasing in turns, and she knows just how to charm the boys to wrap them all right around her little finger. Some people might think of her as a bit of a slut, but the truth is she's just a diva -- she likes to lead a lot of guys on and bestow her favors only on a select few.
Sensuality isn't all there is to her, however. Partially due to her upbringing, she is fiercely independent and loves her freedom -- the type of person who will follow orders when necessary, but chafes under confinement and other people's oversight and prefers to live wholly by her own rules. She puts little stock in rank, propriety, or 'proper' behavior, and prefers to do for herself whenever possible; her coy mannerisms are affected purely because she likes them, not out of any innate feminine nature, and she is more than capable of kicking ass and taking names with the best of them. She might let someone open the door for her when she walks into a room, but it's not because she's a delicate lady -- it's because she likes nothing better than to be pampered a little. Add in a streak of general stubbornness, a fierce loyalty to those she regards as friends, and a certain enthusiasm for traveling around the world fighting Akuma, and you have the recipe for a young Exorcist who frequently tends to get herself into spots of trouble. Fortunately, that's just the way Maria likes it.
Special Section
Physical Appearance: A bit on the small side of average in height and build, with a figure that could not quite be described as voluptuous but comes reasonably close. Maria is slightly pale-complected, with dark hazel eyes and curly, wavy black hair that she wears at about shoulder-length. Being a slightly vain creature, she's rarely ever seen out of makeup, especially her trademark cherry-red lipstick; she favors full-skirted gowns in the way of clothing, and her Order uniform consists of a black, high-collared, Rose Cross-emblazoned riding jacket paired with a long black skirt over petticoats (similar to her canon clothing).
Personal Description/History: Maria was raised in the Order from a young age, freely given over to the Church by her religious family when it was discovered she was a Compatible, an act which she has never quite forgiven them for. Partially due to this, she maintains a somewhat cynical attitude toward Christianity and the Order administration, but has an honest affection for her fellow members and is committed to the Order's cause of defeating the Earl. Despite her misgivings about the religion, though, she is a fan of Catholic choral arrangements and of music in general; she is an accomplished piano player and will usually take any chance she can get to sing -- whether in a church choir or the rare secular musical production. Someday, after the war is over, her ambition is to become a professional opera singer.
She met Cross Marian as a young teen, and routinely ran missions with him for several years afterward; though their two independent personalities sometimes clashed, Maria was fonder of Cross than she ever really liked to let on, and despite her flirtatious ways considered him to be the only serious candidate for love of her life. Whatever might have come of their relationship was cut short, however, when 22-year-old Maria was killed in action.
Fighting Style: Maria possesses a parasitic Innocence whose name is unknown, which she is able to call upon by singing. In canon she is known to possess two techniques: Magdala Curtain, which can hide allies from detection; and Carte Garte, which can puppet another person's body. For my purposes I'd also like to give her a single attack technique -- by screaming she can damage/destroy Akuma with the resulting vibrations.
Sample Posts
Writing Sample for overclockedrp
Er... This thing's on, right? Not so sure just what you're supposed to do with all these buttons. I still can't figure these new golems out...
Anyway, I headed down to the piano room by the chapel today and the whole damn thing's a mess. Dust everywhere, piles of boxes sitting on the baby grand. Boxes! It's gonna be more of a pain than I even wanna think about getting the damn thing tuned. But -- can somebody tell me who I have to screech at to get all this crap moved? Supervisor, is that your job? A girl's gotta have a place to practice, you know! This mess won't do at all!
Writing Sample for overclockedlogs
She hadn't been planning on dying today.
There were so many things she still had left to do, after all. Take the stage at a major opera house. Finish growing out her hair. Finally get that stupid idiot to invite her on a real date, all romantic-like.
Oh, she realized, a little absently, as she stared up toward a slightly blurry-looking sky.
...I'm out of time.
It seemed like someone was calling her name just then, but it felt awfully far away. Everything was soft and fuzzy, almost pleasantly so -- like the pain in her torso where that Akuma had knocked her down onto some far-too-sharp rocks. She was pretty sure she was bleeding profusely down there, but she didn't crane her head to look. It seemed like too much effort right at the moment.
The sky was obscured just then by a dark shape, and faintly, she could feel someone taking her hand.
Very red hair tickled her nose.
.....Oh.
"H- Hey, Red," she mumbled, turning her gaze up where she thought his eye might be. She couldn't really tell anymore.
"You-- doing okay...?"
If he answered her, she couldn't quite tell. It seemed awfully quiet outside now. She couldn't hear the birds chirping.
I wonder... if I could even hear myself now, once I started singing.
It seemed worth trying to find out.
Feebly, red lips smiled, and parted. A tune found its way out of her throat, one she simply felt more than anything. She wasn't quite sure, but the hand holding hers might have gripped a little tighter.
Somewhere, she could hear all the choirs of Heaven singing with her.
If you want to get in touch with me for plotting, HMD or anything, feel free to comment here o/
Character Name: Maria Rainier
Age: 22 (a couple months before her death)
Occupation: Exorcist
Point in the timeline: About 20 years before canon
Alternate future: None in particular -- she's already dead. The fate of Maria's undead body will depend entirely on Cross Marian.
Personality: Maria is one of those girls who's used to getting what she wants. Confidence, grace, and poise are her call words; with her looks and her haunting voice she's accustomed to being regarded as beautiful, and accepts it somewhat as her due. She's a bit of a flirt, quietly coy and teasing in turns, and she knows just how to charm the boys to wrap them all right around her little finger. Some people might think of her as a bit of a slut, but the truth is she's just a diva -- she likes to lead a lot of guys on and bestow her favors only on a select few.
Sensuality isn't all there is to her, however. Partially due to her upbringing, she is fiercely independent and loves her freedom -- the type of person who will follow orders when necessary, but chafes under confinement and other people's oversight and prefers to live wholly by her own rules. She puts little stock in rank, propriety, or 'proper' behavior, and prefers to do for herself whenever possible; her coy mannerisms are affected purely because she likes them, not out of any innate feminine nature, and she is more than capable of kicking ass and taking names with the best of them. She might let someone open the door for her when she walks into a room, but it's not because she's a delicate lady -- it's because she likes nothing better than to be pampered a little. Add in a streak of general stubbornness, a fierce loyalty to those she regards as friends, and a certain enthusiasm for traveling around the world fighting Akuma, and you have the recipe for a young Exorcist who frequently tends to get herself into spots of trouble. Fortunately, that's just the way Maria likes it.
Special Section
Physical Appearance: A bit on the small side of average in height and build, with a figure that could not quite be described as voluptuous but comes reasonably close. Maria is slightly pale-complected, with dark hazel eyes and curly, wavy black hair that she wears at about shoulder-length. Being a slightly vain creature, she's rarely ever seen out of makeup, especially her trademark cherry-red lipstick; she favors full-skirted gowns in the way of clothing, and her Order uniform consists of a black, high-collared, Rose Cross-emblazoned riding jacket paired with a long black skirt over petticoats (similar to her canon clothing).
Personal Description/History: Maria was raised in the Order from a young age, freely given over to the Church by her religious family when it was discovered she was a Compatible, an act which she has never quite forgiven them for. Partially due to this, she maintains a somewhat cynical attitude toward Christianity and the Order administration, but has an honest affection for her fellow members and is committed to the Order's cause of defeating the Earl. Despite her misgivings about the religion, though, she is a fan of Catholic choral arrangements and of music in general; she is an accomplished piano player and will usually take any chance she can get to sing -- whether in a church choir or the rare secular musical production. Someday, after the war is over, her ambition is to become a professional opera singer.
She met Cross Marian as a young teen, and routinely ran missions with him for several years afterward; though their two independent personalities sometimes clashed, Maria was fonder of Cross than she ever really liked to let on, and despite her flirtatious ways considered him to be the only serious candidate for love of her life. Whatever might have come of their relationship was cut short, however, when 22-year-old Maria was killed in action.
Fighting Style: Maria possesses a parasitic Innocence whose name is unknown, which she is able to call upon by singing. In canon she is known to possess two techniques: Magdala Curtain, which can hide allies from detection; and Carte Garte, which can puppet another person's body. For my purposes I'd also like to give her a single attack technique -- by screaming she can damage/destroy Akuma with the resulting vibrations.
Sample Posts
Writing Sample for overclockedrp
Er... This thing's on, right? Not so sure just what you're supposed to do with all these buttons. I still can't figure these new golems out...
Anyway, I headed down to the piano room by the chapel today and the whole damn thing's a mess. Dust everywhere, piles of boxes sitting on the baby grand. Boxes! It's gonna be more of a pain than I even wanna think about getting the damn thing tuned. But -- can somebody tell me who I have to screech at to get all this crap moved? Supervisor, is that your job? A girl's gotta have a place to practice, you know! This mess won't do at all!
Writing Sample for overclockedlogs
She hadn't been planning on dying today.
There were so many things she still had left to do, after all. Take the stage at a major opera house. Finish growing out her hair. Finally get that stupid idiot to invite her on a real date, all romantic-like.
Oh, she realized, a little absently, as she stared up toward a slightly blurry-looking sky.
...I'm out of time.
It seemed like someone was calling her name just then, but it felt awfully far away. Everything was soft and fuzzy, almost pleasantly so -- like the pain in her torso where that Akuma had knocked her down onto some far-too-sharp rocks. She was pretty sure she was bleeding profusely down there, but she didn't crane her head to look. It seemed like too much effort right at the moment.
The sky was obscured just then by a dark shape, and faintly, she could feel someone taking her hand.
Very red hair tickled her nose.
.....Oh.
"H- Hey, Red," she mumbled, turning her gaze up where she thought his eye might be. She couldn't really tell anymore.
"You-- doing okay...?"
If he answered her, she couldn't quite tell. It seemed awfully quiet outside now. She couldn't hear the birds chirping.
I wonder... if I could even hear myself now, once I started singing.
It seemed worth trying to find out.
Feebly, red lips smiled, and parted. A tune found its way out of her throat, one she simply felt more than anything. She wasn't quite sure, but the hand holding hers might have gripped a little tighter.
Somewhere, she could hear all the choirs of Heaven singing with her.
If you want to get in touch with me for plotting, HMD or anything, feel free to comment here o/