valdez, MARIE.

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Valdez Francine Marie

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=2b2b2b] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 0px; ]This is my vindication| At watchtower field, arena for brawls There we find our black-and-white-and-amoral hero, Gripping to a metal bat, left-handed name; Marie Valdez age; fourteen sexuality; heterosexual birthday; june eighteenth nationality; spain ____________________________________________ likes. Marie is a simpleton of sorts. She enjoys bokeh photography and cats. She likes the colors black and white, and likes to dress in them even when outside of school. She directs her love towards the Ante Negortium Scientific Research Center the most, though, as she is often heard calling them “crafters, bound with godlike powers”. dislikes. She doesn’t care for animals, either- often downsizing them to be ‘lower than humans, no matter what they do’. She only likes cats for their sleek appearance and sly look. She hates stupid people, and often go out of her own line to say that they are stupid. She also hates crying. Seeing anyone cry only allows her rage to burn. power. Marie has an enhanced body. Through chemicals injected from the syringe to the heart, she has been able to see and hear faster. She has enhanced reflexes. But due to this, she has horrible asthma and cannot run for long periods of time. She is also frail and weak, and catches colds very easily. Even though her body may be able to heal faster, it has been known not to be able to heal correctly, therefore large scars from falling and other such accidents are prominent upon her skin. occupation. She is a student. activities. She is part of the photography club. [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=2b2b2b] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 0px; ]with a little decoration personality. Marie is a cold girl. She is emotionless and very uncaring, almost diabolical. She doesn’t have or want friends because she knows that one day, she won’t need them. She is very intrigued by torture and the experiments being done in the laboratory. At one point, she even snuck in to watch an entire surgery be performed. She has dissected animals before, and at one point at the school she tried to do it exactly like the men in the laboratory. She made it almost exactly the same way- tearing out the inner organs and replacing them with metal ones she made herself. There are people who say she is a sadist and a sociopath- those two she admit she is. Her feelings have never been outstretched to anyone, and she hasn’t ever loved anyone before. She never felt love to her before, most likely due to her actions. She cannot hate either; hate is exactly like love in her own world. She isn’t a nice person- often, when approached, she doesn’t talk to the person, or coldly insults their past or appearance, even going as far as race. She makes herself this way, most people would think, but it’d be much more of an easing experience to think that she was born this way. appearance. Marie’s skin is a pure alabaster, with hardly any peachy addition to it. She had, at one point, rosy cheeks, but those have since been gone. Her eyes are dark, almost black, and are unrevealing- quite so, a contradiction to that saying, “the eyes are windows to the soul”. Her facial expression often reveals one of indifference. She cares not for the people around her nor do they care about her. What they can say, though, is that she is somewhat attractive for a sick, frail girl. Marie hardly eats, therefore her build is small and bony. She is rather skinny as well- not as in skinny attractive, but skinny anorexic. Her hair is long and very curly, often dressed in bows or neat hair attire. To her dear mother’s request, she added white streaks to make the black around it less…plain? It was never plain, more like it was eerie- but her family often said it was plain. Her height is small- she often looks like a child more than a teenager. She is known for wearing modest clothing. She never wears anything that happens to scream that she is wealthy- not that she is, anyway- nor does she wear anything that makes her look very fashionable. What she does cherish, though, are her small shoes with a dainty size. She always wears her small, black shoes with any outfit. They seem to be the only thing she has ever shown love to, anyway. history. Marie was raised in a middle-class family, in Madrid, Spain. She was raised the ‘correct’ way a family was supposed to raise their children. For the first five years of her life, she was cherished and loved and smiled. She smiled. Would you believe that? A few days after her fifth birthday, she saw some boys fiddling with something that, in her mind, must’ve been microscopic. She ran up to the group, smiling and all daisies and flowers. She peered at the small, wriggling dot in the center of all their attention. A normal housefly was being held down by a crude piece of grass, which one boy held. She watched intensely. Another child pulled out some tweezers. They were small and had an intricately carved edge. She was, at the time, not a very big fan of blood and gore, but she was fascinated. As if it were surgery, the boy took the tweezers, and slid them under the fly’s wing. He pressed down with his fat fingers until he saw that the tweezers were clamped onto the thin wing and that the fly was wincing in pain. Slowly, he tore it off. She stared as it seemed to scream and lurch from the rudimentary torture being performed. Quietly, she touched one of the boy’s shoulders. “Can I try?” They were hesitant at first, but gradually, they extended their hands and showed her another little tweezer. She thanked them-manners first, her mother said- and kneeled over to the wounded fly. She did her work even slower. With the tweezer propped over the fly’s small body, she began to probe it and poke it. She was careful not to stab and kill the fly. The boy’s watched her impatiently, but interested. She made note of one of the legs, and carefully, she pulled one out- one by one. She watched as the fly arched its small, innocent, one-winged back, and smiled as she finished pulling them out. “He’s a toughie!” One boy exclaimed, noting the fly’s still living. She nodded. “He is.” She pulled out the other wing. Then, she moved to the eyes. Her tweezers were placed right over the red, beaded thing, and she smiled a smile that reflected a darkness that could only exist in the innocence of pure children. She clamped the tweezers, and the eye squirted bits of blood. The fly was finally dead. The boys were in awe and smiling, looking at their corpse and Marie. She smiled back- the same dark smile before. Now, she was fascinated. She went with these childhood friends everyday to do the same thing- sometimes to frogs and lizards, but most of the time to the little bugs that they grabbed and held down with precise accuracy. She had fun. Now, her family began to notice a slight change in their little girl- she was becoming more violent and emotionless. She seemed very…nostalgic, as one might say. Her mother asked her continuously, “What’s wrong?” And she would always reply, “Nothing,” in such a cold tone her mother wouldn’t ask anymore. Her grades were wonderful in school. She did well especially in science and math, for her own specific reasons. And then, she was invited to enroll in the Ante Negortium Preparatory Academy. Joyous because it was well known for science, she begged her mother and father for her to go. Even though they were suspicious of the fact money was given to them instead of them giving money, they allowed her to go to the boarding school. She was ever so happy. At least, for being what seemed like a thirteen year old prodigy. Secretly, she knew about the ‘academy’. They were really a research center, testing on humans. She found this out by her male friends, who lived near the academy in Barcelona. She was intrigued. She wanted to be the one experimented on, and she was. She was overjoyed to undergo the surgery, injections, and needles. She loved it. Even though it resulted in bad sides, there were good things too. She was much too happy. She hardly even noticed that everyone hated the center. family. Ana Gonzalez-Valdez/Mother/Alive. Her mother is a doting one, one that cares very much about her daughter, but overtime they’d drifted apart. Adam Valdez/Father/Alive. Marie’s father is a kind, honest man. He is often concerned about his daughter. friends. None, and she hopes to keep it that way. enemies. None, not yet. love life. oooooh. hobbies. Marie enjoys using knives and taking pictures of things in grayscale in her freetime. ((Knives? Oh shit.)) extra. Uh… quote. “Oh, so what’re you going to do, whip out the marijuana?” [/style]