ROMANO, MARCELINE ANETA

[papillon]

* marceline a. romano ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME marceline aneta romano

NICKNAMES the lazy call her marcy or marce, rarely line, but she always introduces herself by her full name

DATE OF BIRTH july 07

AGE sixteen

GRADE/YEAR eleventh grade

ELEMENT wind

SEXUALITY heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS happily single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM lily collins

EYE COLOUR grey

HAIR COLOUR brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'6", 110 lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES her eyes, for they have a habit of expressing her current thoughts and emotions. she considers it a huge con though, because it renders her disabled for any form of secrecy.

CLOTHING STYLE
from dresses to a simple top and jeans, marceline wears whatever she wants, whenever she wants, just as long as they look good on her.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• kind
  
• open minded
  
• humble
  
• honest
  
• realistic
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• scattered
  
• motormouth
  
• harsh
  
• spiteful
  
• vengeful
  
• aggressive
  
• self-loathing
  
• inattentive
  
  

LIKES

• freedom
  
• skydiving
  
• rule breaking
  
• sleeping
  
• lazing around
  

DISLIKES

• being controlled
  
• denial
  
• screwed in tables (how on earth are you supposed to flip those, darnit?)
  
• social networking sites
  
• being woken up (clearly not a morning person)
  

STRENGTHS

• smooth talker (or rather, the ability to improvise bullshit)
  
• flexible with her element
  
• quick to adapt in new situations
  

WEAKNESSES

• inattentivity to her surroundings, her alertless level is dreadful.
  
• her gullibility
  
• her A.D.D in general
  
• relentless in her pursuits, she usually has no idea when to back down.
  

FEARS

• falling in love (no, seriously, keep those dudes away from her, freakin' freedom thieves)
  
• dying early
  
• she has a huge loathing for clowns
  

BEST MEMORY her first skydiving trip, the thrill of freefalling.

WORST MEMORY waking up with a hangover in a stinky toilet, nope, not pleasant at all.

LONG-TERM GOAL breaking every rule in existence (killing and other shit is taboo in her book though)

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Rachelle Dilys Romano, (40), software engineer

FATHER Luigi Francisco Romano, (42), pharmacist

SIBLINGS n/a

OTHER n/a

HISTORY

marceline's earliest memory was of her feeling wet.

nah, i'm not talking about her birth, where of course she would be wet and bloody and doing nothing but wailing her head off. instead, it was the sensation of being placed gently on still, shallow water, the liquid soaking through the blanket she had been wrapped in. she could briefly remember the sounds of sobbing, though she couldn't remember the face that had left her behind; it was naught but a blurry haze. after a gentle kiss to her temple, the presence that she had first felt when she was born vanished, footsteps racing away from the ditch, and disappearing into the horizon.

hours passed, with the water long soaking into the blanket. the child was already under the danger of hypothermia, shaking and shivering. death would have knocked on her door had it not been for the curious nose of a hunter's german shepherd, who came across the baby in the ditch. the lupine began to bark, excited that it had found this strange, living creature. the hunter, an italian who worked at a nearby pharmacy in town, had been startled beyond belief. wasting no time, he lifted the child from the waters, and looked around for her parents, to no avail.

marceline was then given her name and adopted into the family. the girl grew to adore her adopted family. as the couple were childless, all attention was showered on her, and she lived a peaceful life until the day she began school. she was easily distracted, had trouble paying attention, ridiculously forgetful, and had the notorious habit of slipping into daydreams even when she was socializing. she barely scraped through elementary, and flunked her way through middle school until her finals. it was then she was sent to a specialist, and diagnosed with attention deficit disorder. though even if it hadn't really been her fault, marceline blamed her failing grades on herself, managing to border herself on the edge of deep depression. at the age of fourteen, when her powers awakened, in a fit of anger she knocked her parents off their feet with a howling gale.

and soon enough, the scouts came, and she was whisked off to the academy. there was initially a huge uproar from her about being taken from her home, but she soon adapted quickly, figuring that as long as she had these gifts, it was best to learn to have them under control...for the time being.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME butterfly papillon!

YOUR AGE 17

RP EXPERIENCE merp, five years. 8)

HOW'D YOU FIND US? an ad on somewhere...i think o.o

SECRET WORD correct

RP SAMPLE

Initiating a conversation was never Irial's norm. He preferred to let the world slip by beneath his grasp, rather than seize it with his own bare hands. And yes, that included allowing chicks like this one too slip away without so much as a single flirt. But lately, after a few rounds of rolling around in Honolulu, Irial had been busy curiously poking his head out of his shell. There was so much to see, it would be a shame to have it fade away when he wasn't around to see it Thus it began with him improving his socializing skills, and lately, Irial had to admit, he was on a roll.

"Of course we have tequila." Irial chuckled. "It is. Most who walk in here don't ask for tequila, they dive straight for the beer." He nodded towards a group of drunk men at the corner, singing the night away, whom obviously had too much to drink for the night. "But no matter, lady, you can have whatever you like here." With a light smile, as though the whole matter was settled, Irial leaned casually against the wooden counter, elbows resting on the bar. The girl was quite attractive, he noted. No, he wouldn't be surprised if someone had snitched her up already. Not that he minded however. Relationships were not his thing, all they did was cause mayhem and emotional problems. Jesus, look at Richie for crying out loud. Perhaps one day.

An ocher eyebrow rose as she answered his question, saying that he was the new kid in town instead. At this, Irial couldn't hold back a guffaw. She had definitely caught him. "You may be right." He winked. "You don't sound like a local though." Really now, he should speak for himself, having no particular accent whatsoever due to his upbringing around the world. Yet, Irial liked to think that Africa was the place where he had been raised in, since that had been where he had been born and raised for most of his childhood.

"Lime?" Irial repeated questioningly, taking her now empty shot and refilling it, this time with lime and salt. "Shoulda asked for that sooner, missy. This round's on me. Don't tell Paddy." Waggling his eyebrows at her, he slid the shot towards the young brunette.

"I'm Irial, by the way."

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