Marionnette
Short-Tempered - Torn - Insecure
Pet Name: Marionnette
Owner: Syncopated
Theme / Type: Riverside Braenon
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Masquerade
MisticPal Age: 5574 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 1
Intellect: 3
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Cry, 'Havoc!' and Let Slip the Dogs of War
Marionnette
The Horseman of War
"And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see. And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword."
~Revelation 6:3 - 6:4
~wrathful.deceitful.violent.cold.insecure~
Given Name: Maria Alvarez
Alias: Marionnette, Mari
Age: Ageless
Class: Divine Demon
RP Status: Open
[Quad, Anthro, Kemonomimi, Human]
Status: Taken?
Orientation: Lesbian?
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Why, hello there, stranger...care to play a game?
Oh no, no, do come back. This will be fun. I guarantee it will be nothing like anything you've ever played before...
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Once upon a time I was sure of myself. Once upon a time I knew my purpose. I knew exactly what I would someday have to do.
I quickly learned that theory does not always transition smoothly into practice.
To bring about the end of time for those inhabiting this world...that was my mission. Mine and that of the three strangers that would become my closest allies. Or...so it was meant to be. I suppose somewhere along the line of my physical existence I lost sight of my goals, lost the will to continue serving as nothing but a tool to bring about a desired result.
I was given life not long ago. A physical body, a name, an occupation...my entire life and past was sculpted flawlessly for me. I fell into the mortal world without any questions asked; they were made ready for my appearance. In their minds I had always been. They could recall fond memories of a childhood I had never had, recite the names of old friends who had never truly known me, and laugh uproariously at tales of teenage antics and outings that had never occurred.
Maria Alvarez. That is the name I was given, the persona I have inhabited these short few months of my existence. This is, of course, not my true name. I have no name. Instead, I crafted a name for myself, a name that only my fellows would recognize and use. It is similar to my given name, yet distinct enough to separate that girl from my true self.
I am Marionnette, the Puppet Master, the Horseman of War. I am a master of manipulation, corruption, and mental destruction. I divide friends, bring together enemies, and spur war wherever and whenever I wish.
And yet I have lost the will to be that which I was created to be. I do not share the enthusiasm that seems to emanate from the others. I cannot escape them. They are my family, the only family I can truly call my own.
I'm sure you can understand my dilemma.
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I wish you would stop calling me that.
I have told you once and I'll tell you again: She. Is. Not. Mine.
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