Post by Maelea Mareaux on Mar 2, 2014 20:21:03 GMT -6
MAELEA, JEANETTE, MARVEAUX
17//FEMALE//HETEROSEXUAL//ARACHID COMMAND//STUDENT//EMILY BROWNING
POWER INFO:
Perks: Can call spiders to scare people off, can command them to bite, and even have them spin funny webs. Think Charlotte’s web but with more than one spider. There are a limited number of spiders she can order to bite a specific person only about five. Whereas she can call at least twenty spiders to her without having them attack anyone. The webs cannot be overly complicated, and takes a lot of concentration to get them to make the designs.
Disadvantages: Often has spiders hiding in her bags, and clothing which can freak people out. If overused like any power can cause fatigue, and loss of control of the spiders called. She gets the feeling of insects crawling over the skin causing her to itch, and getting bitten by the spiders if she doesn’t focus.
Possible growth in power: Call more spiders, command more to attack, communication with spiders a.k.a use as little spies
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Auburn hair feathered short around the ears with dark and light brown highlights. Thin eyebrows rest above hazel eyes usually encircled with black eye liner. A bow like mouth with a full bottom lip spreads into bright smiles fairly frequently.
Doll like features clash slightly with her chosen attire, but she never saw herself as a Barbie so doesn’t plan on dressing like one. Until about thirteen she was a bit chunky, so that leads her to wearing layers and somewhat baggy clothes. Even though now she tends to lean more on the slightly scrawny side of things. Her slender form barely stands over five feet tall with skin gone pale from the cold Montana weather.
Clunky punk jewelry, belts, and other odd attire is her usual choice. Most of it comes from thrift stores, Salvation Army, and any other second hand store. Also Wal-mart and Dollar General can actually have some decent clothing without the high price tag. Occasionally she likes to mix things up with worn out jeans, faded tees, and moccasins. On stage is the only place she dons form fitting ‘sexy’ outfits because on stage she’s a different person. She’s Taran-Tula punk rock goddess extraordinaire, or at least in her head.
MUST HAVE APPAREL: A wrist full of multicolored beaded and string bracelets, some with charms or trinkets attached. Some kind of jacket and her old jean back pack.
PERSONALITY:
On stage she is a queen she rocks the crowd and anyone near her. Confidence exudes from her very pores as she belts out punk, rock, and even a ballad or two. This is where she belongs where no one can touch her, and she can pour out her heart without the judgment of others. It’s like a drug unlike any other that pumps her with enough adrenalin it can keep her going for hours. Better than any caffeinated beverage. If she just got done rocking out on stage the high keeps her cocky for a little while as long as she stays in the venue or near the stage.
Far from the stage, from the loud music, and bright lights she seems to sink into herself. Away from her guitar and microphone she’s just the weird girl who plays with bugs. No matter how many times she tells people they’re not bugs they’re arachnids they still call her bug girl. The creepy girl in weird clothes hiding away in the corner always writing in journals or note books that laughs at all the wrong times.
If someone were to actually look past the clothes, the spiders, and reclusive ways one would find an awkward girl who talks a little loud. She can get into rambling tirades about spiders of course, music, horror movies, and serial killers. All to be expected of a dark punk rocker. But in between the morbid books, and depressing song lyrics there are doodles of butterflies. In the end she’s a teenage girl with roller coaster emotions, and a desperate need to fit in somewhere.
EXTRA QUIRK:
Completely and utterly believes in voodoo and witchcraft.
Auburn hair feathered short around the ears with dark and light brown highlights. Thin eyebrows rest above hazel eyes usually encircled with black eye liner. A bow like mouth with a full bottom lip spreads into bright smiles fairly frequently.
Doll like features clash slightly with her chosen attire, but she never saw herself as a Barbie so doesn’t plan on dressing like one. Until about thirteen she was a bit chunky, so that leads her to wearing layers and somewhat baggy clothes. Even though now she tends to lean more on the slightly scrawny side of things. Her slender form barely stands over five feet tall with skin gone pale from the cold Montana weather.
Clunky punk jewelry, belts, and other odd attire is her usual choice. Most of it comes from thrift stores, Salvation Army, and any other second hand store. Also Wal-mart and Dollar General can actually have some decent clothing without the high price tag. Occasionally she likes to mix things up with worn out jeans, faded tees, and moccasins. On stage is the only place she dons form fitting ‘sexy’ outfits because on stage she’s a different person. She’s Taran-Tula punk rock goddess extraordinaire, or at least in her head.
MUST HAVE APPAREL: A wrist full of multicolored beaded and string bracelets, some with charms or trinkets attached. Some kind of jacket and her old jean back pack.
PERSONALITY:
On stage she is a queen she rocks the crowd and anyone near her. Confidence exudes from her very pores as she belts out punk, rock, and even a ballad or two. This is where she belongs where no one can touch her, and she can pour out her heart without the judgment of others. It’s like a drug unlike any other that pumps her with enough adrenalin it can keep her going for hours. Better than any caffeinated beverage. If she just got done rocking out on stage the high keeps her cocky for a little while as long as she stays in the venue or near the stage.
Far from the stage, from the loud music, and bright lights she seems to sink into herself. Away from her guitar and microphone she’s just the weird girl who plays with bugs. No matter how many times she tells people they’re not bugs they’re arachnids they still call her bug girl. The creepy girl in weird clothes hiding away in the corner always writing in journals or note books that laughs at all the wrong times.
If someone were to actually look past the clothes, the spiders, and reclusive ways one would find an awkward girl who talks a little loud. She can get into rambling tirades about spiders of course, music, horror movies, and serial killers. All to be expected of a dark punk rocker. But in between the morbid books, and depressing song lyrics there are doodles of butterflies. In the end she’s a teenage girl with roller coaster emotions, and a desperate need to fit in somewhere.
EXTRA QUIRK:
Completely and utterly believes in voodoo and witchcraft.
FATHER: Paul Mareaux (deceased)
MOTHER: Temperance Mareaux (deceased)
BROTHER: N/A
SISTER: Josephine Mareaux (21, human at Louisiana State University)
PET: Kitty and Periwinkle: tarantulas
SIGNIFICANT OTHER:N/A
WORTHY MENTIONS: Nana C.C woman who came to take care of her as a child, Aunt Victoria who takes care of her after her parents died
MOTHER: Temperance Mareaux (deceased)
BROTHER: N/A
SISTER: Josephine Mareaux (21, human at Louisiana State University)
PET: Kitty and Periwinkle: tarantulas
SIGNIFICANT OTHER:N/A
WORTHY MENTIONS: Nana C.C woman who came to take care of her as a child, Aunt Victoria who takes care of her after her parents died
CHILDHOOD:
Her father, Paul Mareaux studied non-traditional religions and gave seminars at the University of New Orleans when not working on his latest book. Tempy, her mother, gave ghost tours in the Fourth Quarter along with working at a few historic locations as a guide. History and religion filled her house hold making for a very dusty childhood.
Living in a small town just outside of New Orleans her parents had wanted their children away from the big city, and closer to nature. Maelea grew up listening to sheep frogs baaing in the swamp with Spanish moss draped on nearly every tree. Her parents were often busy in the city so a woman her mother lovingly called NaNa C.C. came over to cook dinner, and help the girls with homework. She didn’t know the woman’s connection to her parents all they’d say was that they knew her growing up in the bayou.
All in all her childhood was a magical place with the shimmering haze that came with living near the greatest city in the south. At least according to her father. That mixed with the mystery of the swamp that surrounded their old house into a wonderful mystical place in the eyes of a child.
ADOLESCENCE:
Life went to hell. Just before she turned twelve a hurricane hit the gulf like many had before, and many would after. It cut her parents off from their two girls as it was too dangerous to train and cross any bridges that would get them home. A few days passed before they were able to contact her parents they promised to be home no matter what for her birthday, which was only a week away.
Both girls pleaded for her parents to come home, but they also wanted them to be safe. The rivers were still flooded in most areas and weren’t safe to cross. Taking a chance anyway Paul and Temperance made their way home to their two daughters. Halfway across one of the few bridges not covered by water it collapsed.
A month passed, the funerals were held, and the two girls had a new home in the Fourth Quarter with their mom’s sister, Aunt Victoria. It wasn’t long that the three of them noticed the house was infested with spiders. Not a ‘oh just scoop it up in a jar and toss it outside’ kind where a spider would be found once a week during the warm months. No, this was spiders in every box of food, in shoes, pockets, and climbing on the walls.
One day Aunt Vic and Jose came home to find Maelea sitting in the middle of a blanket of spiders holding one like a pet kitten close to her chest. Jose screamed in terror running from the house in horror. Aunt Vic stood there staring as the young girl pet the arachnid in her arms crying as she did so. “I didn’ mean ta. They all jus’ come in here like dis. I was lonely, so…dey come to me. I didn’ mean ta. I’m sorry, Auntie V. I’m sorry.”
Two weeks later she was on a plane for Montana. It seemed to her all the other kids had cool powers like levitating objects, flying, or controlling the weather. She however was the pied piper of black widows. Her sister stopped talking to her, Nana C.C. thought she was cursed, and her aunt couldn’t afford to leave New Orleans. She was alone with her poetry, music, and of course her spiders.
Her father, Paul Mareaux studied non-traditional religions and gave seminars at the University of New Orleans when not working on his latest book. Tempy, her mother, gave ghost tours in the Fourth Quarter along with working at a few historic locations as a guide. History and religion filled her house hold making for a very dusty childhood.
Living in a small town just outside of New Orleans her parents had wanted their children away from the big city, and closer to nature. Maelea grew up listening to sheep frogs baaing in the swamp with Spanish moss draped on nearly every tree. Her parents were often busy in the city so a woman her mother lovingly called NaNa C.C. came over to cook dinner, and help the girls with homework. She didn’t know the woman’s connection to her parents all they’d say was that they knew her growing up in the bayou.
All in all her childhood was a magical place with the shimmering haze that came with living near the greatest city in the south. At least according to her father. That mixed with the mystery of the swamp that surrounded their old house into a wonderful mystical place in the eyes of a child.
ADOLESCENCE:
Life went to hell. Just before she turned twelve a hurricane hit the gulf like many had before, and many would after. It cut her parents off from their two girls as it was too dangerous to train and cross any bridges that would get them home. A few days passed before they were able to contact her parents they promised to be home no matter what for her birthday, which was only a week away.
Both girls pleaded for her parents to come home, but they also wanted them to be safe. The rivers were still flooded in most areas and weren’t safe to cross. Taking a chance anyway Paul and Temperance made their way home to their two daughters. Halfway across one of the few bridges not covered by water it collapsed.
A month passed, the funerals were held, and the two girls had a new home in the Fourth Quarter with their mom’s sister, Aunt Victoria. It wasn’t long that the three of them noticed the house was infested with spiders. Not a ‘oh just scoop it up in a jar and toss it outside’ kind where a spider would be found once a week during the warm months. No, this was spiders in every box of food, in shoes, pockets, and climbing on the walls.
One day Aunt Vic and Jose came home to find Maelea sitting in the middle of a blanket of spiders holding one like a pet kitten close to her chest. Jose screamed in terror running from the house in horror. Aunt Vic stood there staring as the young girl pet the arachnid in her arms crying as she did so. “I didn’ mean ta. They all jus’ come in here like dis. I was lonely, so…dey come to me. I didn’ mean ta. I’m sorry, Auntie V. I’m sorry.”
Two weeks later she was on a plane for Montana. It seemed to her all the other kids had cool powers like levitating objects, flying, or controlling the weather. She however was the pied piper of black widows. Her sister stopped talking to her, Nana C.C. thought she was cursed, and her aunt couldn’t afford to leave New Orleans. She was alone with her poetry, music, and of course her spiders.
SAMPLE:
“An’ dis is Kitty! He’s a male-“ The door slammed in her face as her third roommate that semester decided they would rather not share a room with a girl who kept pet tarantulas. Sighing she lifted Kitty up to eye level and pouted her lips at him. “They jus’ don’ un’erstand how gentle you are. Yer a luver not a biter.” Kitty was the most docile tarantula she’d ever owned, but then again she’d raised him from a tiny little egg.
Mae went over to recline on her bed resting the male arachnid on her chest stroking his large abdomen hump. To her the spider hairs were just as soft as silk. “We’ll find somebody who un’erstands, or at least tolerates you an’ Periwinkle.” She rubbed the top of his cephalothorax, otherwise known as his back before letting him roam.
Grabbing her notebook she hummed the new song she was currently writing as the large arachnid made his way toward her left foot. A knock on her door made her lower the note book. “Come in.”
“Let me guess, you introduced her to your pets.” The teacher in charge of making dorm arrangements stood in her doorway arms crossed over their chest. “Must you shove them in their faces the second they walk in the door? Can’t you just show them the tank?”
“Then they could see how harmless they are. It’s not like its Peri’s and Kitty’s fault they’re spiders and not fluffy puppies.” To her they were way cooler than puppies, but then again she was a tad biased.
“Please, as a favor to me. Just let the next girl warm up to your creepy crawlies?” Sighing Maelea nodded reaching her hand out to Kitty calling him back toward her hand. She stood and put him back in the large aquarium she kept the two tarantula’s in.
“Yer not creepy. Beauty in da eye of da beholder an’ all that.” She leaned down to gaze into the tank watching as Kitty tapped Periwinkle with his long leg. “An’ I think you two are gorgeous.”
USERNAME: 13
AGE GROUP: 25
EXPERIENCE: 12 years give or take
“An’ dis is Kitty! He’s a male-“ The door slammed in her face as her third roommate that semester decided they would rather not share a room with a girl who kept pet tarantulas. Sighing she lifted Kitty up to eye level and pouted her lips at him. “They jus’ don’ un’erstand how gentle you are. Yer a luver not a biter.” Kitty was the most docile tarantula she’d ever owned, but then again she’d raised him from a tiny little egg.
Mae went over to recline on her bed resting the male arachnid on her chest stroking his large abdomen hump. To her the spider hairs were just as soft as silk. “We’ll find somebody who un’erstands, or at least tolerates you an’ Periwinkle.” She rubbed the top of his cephalothorax, otherwise known as his back before letting him roam.
Grabbing her notebook she hummed the new song she was currently writing as the large arachnid made his way toward her left foot. A knock on her door made her lower the note book. “Come in.”
“Let me guess, you introduced her to your pets.” The teacher in charge of making dorm arrangements stood in her doorway arms crossed over their chest. “Must you shove them in their faces the second they walk in the door? Can’t you just show them the tank?”
“Then they could see how harmless they are. It’s not like its Peri’s and Kitty’s fault they’re spiders and not fluffy puppies.” To her they were way cooler than puppies, but then again she was a tad biased.
“Please, as a favor to me. Just let the next girl warm up to your creepy crawlies?” Sighing Maelea nodded reaching her hand out to Kitty calling him back toward her hand. She stood and put him back in the large aquarium she kept the two tarantula’s in.
“Yer not creepy. Beauty in da eye of da beholder an’ all that.” She leaned down to gaze into the tank watching as Kitty tapped Periwinkle with his long leg. “An’ I think you two are gorgeous.”
USERNAME: 13
AGE GROUP: 25
EXPERIENCE: 12 years give or take