An Angel.. Yet A Monster..

Pet Name: Marx
Owner: Faint
Theme / Type: Zodiac Tarinooki
Gender: Female

MisticPal Name: Everlasting
MisticPal Age: 4405 Days

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 1
Hit Points: 12 / 12
Strength: 16
Defense: 0
Speed: 16
Intellect: 16
Misticpower: 1

Books Read

Books Read: None

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 3/1254 [ View Foods ]

Sorrow

Marx Forever Belongs To Faint. Please Return Her If She Strays.

Brought Home From Yoshiswrath On December 1st, 2012 At 7:56 PM

The One Full Of Lament

Nickname: Marx
Full Name: Blaire Chorale Marx
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Height: 5'8
Weight: 110 Pounds
Hair Color: Light Blue, Crimson (Formally)
Eye Color: Milky White, Light Brown (Formally)
Birth-date: May 1st
Occupation: Fallen Angel, Student (Formally)
Sexual Orientation:
Love Interets(s): Vernon (Mutual Attraction)
Status: Single

Roleplay: OPEN

Art
Human: Marx's Headshot

Personal Quotes:

"I must be strong, or darkness will consume me."

"Vernon, hang on!"

"It's too late to save my soul, but there's still hope for yours."

Personality:

Blaire is a rather hotheaded and independent individual, as well as bitterly sarcastic. Despite being social, she often keeps her thoughts to herself. She is insecure, even though outwardly she appears confident. She's prone to depression and is overly emotional when dealing with dramatic issues or disputes among friends. Although internally angry, she is not violent towards her peers or family. She loves her mother and Veron more than life, but despises her father for his past actions. Holding grudges are a past time of hers, because it serves as an outlet for her aggression. Deep within her, past the ire and distress, hides a caring and loving individual. She accepts life as it is and believes that adjusting to it is just a part of living, therefore unavoidable.

Physical Appearance:

Blaire's hair color was formally crimson but now is light blue with small orbs of light embedded in it. Her hair falls in ringlets and reaches just past her shoulders. Her hair parts to the left side of her side, with a long side bang falling into a curl. Around the middle of her head is a large shaved area, which then leads into a patch of hair just behind her right ear. Both ears are pieced, with three small earrings on the tops of her ears. She has a rather pale complexion and slightly curvy figure. She's quite skinny, but not to the point of being able to see her bones. She comes in at around 110 pounds and is 5'8. She is often described as being the "most gorgeous girl ever", allowing her to snag prom queen two years in a row (ironically just before her suicide). Her eyes were once light brown but now are a milky white. Just above her head floats an almost clear halo, cloudy due to uncertainty of making it to heaven. Behind her back are feathery gray wings; which are never opened as she fears she would be tempted to use them.

Attire:

She wears a light blue, almost white, tube top that reaches down to her hips, complete with a light yellow and faded star symbol. Her skirt is white/blue with a tinge of purple. The skirt reaches about to her kneecaps and is slightly fringed on the edges, with a swirly pattern that resembles the outskirts of space. Lace-up azure boots adorn her feet, they have a slight heel and have triangular cream cuffs along the top hem of the shoes. She has matching cuffs that sit on her wrists.

Relationships:

Mrs. Marx:

Blaire has a loving relationship with her mother, even going to such lengths as to hug her in public. She will get forehead and tell her that she cares for her. However, she often will not share her daily experiences with her mother and refuses to eat with her. (Believing that their family dynamic shattered when her father left)

Mr.Marx:

Blaire is hostile to her father no matter what the circumstance and takes ever opportunity to point out his flaws, even in public. She holds a deep grudge against her for harming her and her mother both mentally and physically. During the weekends she had visited him, she was full of dread. She has no desire to see, let alone spend time with her father.

Vernon Awmire:

Blaire believes he is the one person she can trust. She has divulged many a secret to him, feeling she has nothing to hide. When with him, she rids herself of sarcastic demeanor and has a laugh. She is the most jubilant when she is with him. Her crush on him is ever prevalent, but she tries to hide it.

Story:

I was a fool, even as a child. I did not question the ruthless tendencies of my father. He would often attack Mother, to the point where she would be unable to speak. She would snob for days, wailing endlessly. I was immune to her sadness, for I was but an innocent young girl. I was at a perfect age for a person to understand absolutely nothing. Even as I aged, my comprehension of the world I lived in was faint. The only thing I understood was friendships and their ability to make you forget about your woes. Education mattered not; for my future career was to become a fashion designer. I thought the lavish life of the party elite and well-dressed were the only teachers I needed. However, such friendships were superficial, far from real or satisfactory in any way.

During weekly get-togethers, my group of so called "pals" would laugh, sing and dance; trying desperately to forget the veracity of life. But, by making such a statement, I became no more intelligent than those fools, for I enjoyed the bliss of drinking just as much as they did. I'd pull my long, crimson hair into a bun, and doll myself up with makeup in an attempt at an enjoyable night on the town.

I continued the monotonous pattern for many years. I began to do unruly things; things I was far from proud of. I shattered many hearts in trying to fix my own.

My parents drifted from each other just as I steered away from them. But at eighteen, it didn't matter to me if my parents were together or not. I was a free bird and could handle myself, or so I thought.

Until that day, I had never thought of anyone but myself. It hadn't mattered to me who was sick or dying; as long I was in the clear there was nothing to fear. But that was before him. Oddly, the man I loved was not attractive or social, rather a recluse looking blend in with the crowd. He had his own flair, adorning himself with dress pants and a checkered vest with matching undershirt each day. The only difference between the outfits was the variety in color pallets. I admired his ability to stand out but remain perfectly hidden. This trait also drew me to him in ways that were far from platonic.

After months of watching him, I finally gained the courage and scrawled a quick note to throw at him while he sat in the seat in front of me.

The note said,

"Meet me after school.

-Blaire Marx

Little did I know what would happen next.

Mixing cliques was always a risky move, but in this case, I was floored by the result.

The minute the object of my affection walked out of the worn, brick school doors; he was ambushed. The football players had tackled him, in an attempt to prevent me from being harmed by the "reject/ nerd", I suppose. But due to their utter stupidity and rash actions, they succeeded in committing the worst act known to human kind, murder.

The gargantuan football players' immense weight easily snapped his spine; the sound was deafening enough to prove it. At that moment, time stood still, and I was the only one left alive. These so called "acquaintances" of mine had killed an innocent person.

Just like my ignorance had prevented me from seeing the world, my newfound insight helped to somewhat enlighten me.

I quickly rushed off to my mother's house and grabbed her assorted packs of prescription pain medications. After dumping about nine into my hand, I took a deep breath.

I was doing the proper thing, even doing the world a favor by leaving this world.

I didn't bother to leave my mother a note because I knew deep in her heart that she understood that this was my unavoidable fate. The rope snapped against my neck and the meds kicked in as the world melted away. When I opened my eyes, I felt weightless. Cold air was flowing all around, filling my body from head to toe with deep qualm. Something was wrong, very wrong.

I was then approached by a hooded figure. He was slightly hunched and smelled of rotting flesh and shook violently as he stood before me.

"Suffer! You must suffer for your sin".

The voice that emanated from his deformed lips pierced my ears, causing me to wince.

After composing myself, I noticed that the hooded figure had absconded.

A figure in white and a figure in red took his place. They had expressions of deep disgust on their faces, aiming their gaze directly at me.

I felt small, suddenly having the urge to curl up into a ball and hide.

The figures began whispering, uttering a litany of phrases in a language I didn't comprehend.

"Blaire Chorale Marx, you are by far the most complicated soul we've ever had enter our realm. Never before has a person committed suicide and not have the drive to return to the dimension of the living. Care to explain?"

White hood grinned in amusement as he watched me squirm; it was almost as if they were enjoying torturing me by bringing up such a raw memory.

"There is no need to explain brother. She gave her life due to a mix of selfishness and lust. Her affection towards the one called Vernon Awmire was quite astounding. Odd how such a selfish liar would love a boy who had so pure a heart," The red hood chuckled.

"For your actions rash actions you will suffer a deadly fate, worthy of one so polluted with malicious intent. Lies, betrayals, and unjustified suicide are all crimes against your person. However, unlike some, you show compassion for a person other than yourself. For such a reason, you shall be granted one chance to redeem your soul and bring the soul of your lover back from the Underworld," both belted in unison.

"You will be granted the powers of god; however such abilities will only be used for one purpose and one purpose alone. You must protect the soul of Vernon from the beasts of the Underworld. His own sins are lost to him, since he left his life of thievery behind, but he must carry out his sentence none the less. He has no memory of his previous life since, in the end, memories are meaningless. If you are able to do so, his memory will return and you both can live out the rest of your days in Heaven. Said powers you will obtain are the ability to shoot beams from your eyes and hands, super strength and a telekinetic link between you and Vernon. You will also be given wings, but you must never fly, for if you do you will be sent the Underworld and have your memory erased. Flight is a skill worthy of only those who have reached utter solace, and you are far from it. You also must never reveal your identity to Vernon or tell him anything involving his previous existence. Watch over him, and take heed to our rules young one. Keep in mind, we're always watching," the two figures cackled as they snapped their fingers before dissolving into the ground.

My body then began to tingle, a strange feeling of both power and remorse.

I watched in the puddle of water beneath me as the transformation began. My crimson hair became the color of starlight, a vivid light blue. It looked as if the strands were adorned with jewels, for it glowed in and out as if light were shining upon it. The part of my hair also split off more towards the right side, leaving me with a bald spot. Curly follicles hung all around me, along with a long swirl coming from my left bang. My eyes, changed from a light brown to a rather milky white color. My ruby dress with checkered pattern had disappeared; and was replaced with a tube top with a star emblem and a long flowing skirt that had a wavy trim that seemed to contain the galaxies. The pattern on the edges were all hues, coming together to form a celestial design. I now wore short lace up azure boots with small cream triangular cuffs that went behind the shoes. Matching cuffs also appeared on my wrists. As a finishing touch, a gray halo and matching wings sprouted above my scalp and on my back respectively. I was surging with power, ready to redeem my past mistakes and liberate the one I cared for. Nothing mattered more to me than fulfilling my promise I then made in blood around the puddle.

"I promise to save you, for being foolish does not affect my drive to love and crave redemption."

With a goal in my head and the superpowers to aid in accomplishing it, I felt more confident than I ever had in my life. It was time to take back what was mine and prove that ignorance is not bliss; a phrase I repeated as I walked further into the depths of the Underworld, and edging toward my destiny.