Name: Marielle Lilith Wynchester
Nickname(s): "I don't like nicknames"
Age: Seventeen and three quarters
Birth Date: 24th September
Gender: Female
Race: Usagi
Powers: Is able to morph between rabbit and human form.
Setbacks/Weaknesses: Certain feelings trigger a reaction inside her so she turns into a rabbit unwillingly. (Sadness, Fright, Embarrassment)
Occupation(s): None
Sexuality: Straight
Pin Location: Collar of her shirt
Personal
Clothing: She prefers to were pastels or white; soft calming colours rather than 'in-your-face' ones as they hurt her eyes too much. Dresses and skirts with lace and frills and lots of layering is what she likes best; and her Sarah Jane's that allow her to deceive people into think she was of average height. It's impossible to see her in anything she doesn't feel comfortable in wearing such as jeans and a basic t-shirt.
Personality: She's whimsical and quirky. She very open minded about all things and isn't judgmental of others. Marielle always has a distant dreamlike quality about her and some people believe she belongs in the dreamworld of sunshine and happiness; others avoid her because of this trait. She doesn't allow the little things to bother her.
Likes: Carrots; Nuff Said
Fluffy things
Animals
Historical Fiction & History
Piggy backs!
Dislikes: No Carrots
Negativity
Violence
Injuries
Fears: Intense Astraphobia (Thunderstorms)
Werewolves from experience
Losing people for her own fault
Motto(s): "We are all a little weird and life is a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” - Dr. Seuss
Personal Belongings:
- A small white and grey rabbit called Chester
- A golden locket that was her mother's
Biography: Marielle grew up in a small little cottage. Born and raised there, until she was ten, that was her entire world and nothing more. She thought everyone was a rabbit person such as herself when really she was part of the minority. It was all she ever wanted.
By the time she was twelve she knew a few things; that there was a town beyond the forest that she was now allowed to know about. It was late in the evening. Her mother had sent her to pick up a few things from the general store and to return immediately. All her brothers and sisters had refused to escort her there, so she went alone. By the time it was dark, she had already lost her way inside the woods, it was beginning to get cold. The shadows of the trees casting scary images of faces and unknown movements. Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse; howling of wolves filled the nighttime air.
Instantaneously, they all appeared about her; hunger for a feast of rabbit. She ran as fast as her little legs could take, the pack of 5 following in pursuit. They tore at her clothes and eventually started at her flesh as she tried to flee. It was a crucial part of the escape when her clumsiness kicked in, her foot striking the ankle of the other, sending her down into the dirt. She thought it was all over, as she screamed and screamed. That was her saviour. Christopher; her eldest brother had come to her rescue, beating off each individual werewolf to save his little sister.
"Run! Forget about me!" she could remember him say; those were the last words he ever spoke. Marielle had arrived home to a distressed mother just as the howls stopped. There was no sign of him.
Her mother now lives in a perpetual state of depression over the lost of her first born son; no one has completely forgive Marielle for her ignorance and her excuses. She stills bears one reminder of the incident; three large claws across the flesh of her stomach. She now holds a deep fear of werewolves and losing the people she loves because of her own mistakes.
Character Flaws:
- Accident Prone: She's a magnet to danger
- Curiosity: Curiosity killed the ... rabbit?
- Damsel in Distress: When she thinks she can do it herself is when she's in the worst of trouble.
