Post by Marsilia Coghlan on Jul 20, 2018 21:24:53 GMT
Marsilia Coghlan  the basics full name • Marsilia Ann Coghlan nicknames • Marcy age • 74 birthday • October 16th race • Werewolf desired pack • Lacuna desired rank • Beta gender • Female || She/Her sexuality • Bisexual Life is a game, and I like to cheat  Appearance face claim • Leah Brown height and weight • Human || 4’9 tall; 118 lbs || Wolf || 3’2 at shoulder; 6’0 long identifying features • Two piercings on each ear; expansive forest tattoo on back (pictured here ; miscellaneous, pale scars along sides from past fights overall appearance • Marsilia’s most defining feature is indisputably her hair: a riotous, cantankerous mane of curls rests proudly atop her head; a chocolate brown death trap for any brush. Eyes are such a deep brown they almost appear black - though they lighten to amber when in wolf form. Her skin is tan and healthy, and jewelry always adorns her ears - whether it be feather earrings or studs or anything in between depends on her mood. Casual wear is most often tattered jeans and t shirts, paired with a leather jacket that she drapes around herself like a cloak of confidence. When on the job, oil stained coveralls are her go-to. As a wolf, her coat is an artful blend of creams, browns, and grays, paired with amber eyes. the personality likes • Fixing things || Wilderness || Flirting || Pecan Pie dislikes • Judgemental Bitches || Maraschino Cherries || Disrespect || Small Children strengths • Brawling || Lightening the mood weaknesses • Tact || Lying || Endurance dreams • To become a one hit wonder, rake in the cash, and fade into comfortable obscurity (hint: it won’t happen) fears • Discovery || Snakes || Heights (she will never trust a metal death trap in the sky) overall personality • Years and years of people quite literally looking down on her has made this woman brash and confident in nature, to counteract the assumptions most usually make. Her personality is loud, demanding that you respect her as much as any man, and she is quick to grow snappish should she think she’s being slighted. A quiet and meek thing she is not, and she can oft be found chattering away to other pack members, laughs escaping her lips all the while. Bubbly and cheerful, she only resorts to snarling tones when commands must be given or fights break out - however, don’t mistake her joy for complacency. She will happily sink her teeth into you, smile firmly in place. Loving to tease others, she tends to drop flirtatious comments around anyone she pleases - regardless of interest. the history father • John, Deceased, Human mother • Marcy, Deceased, Human siblings • N/A important people • TBA overall history • Mercy was born to two human parents in a time much different than this one, where little girls were meant to be seen, not heard. As one can imagine, that was not Marsilia’s style. Though her parents expressed their displeasure in interesting ways, no belt would keep her from returning home with muddy skirts and dirty hands. Wild, they called her, problem child. As she grows older, her mother frets and father rages; at this rate she’d be an old maid (heaven fucking forbid), unable to find a husband willing to tolerate her unladylike personality. Marcy personally thought that any man that couldn’t handle a little dirt was hardly a man at all, but according to society, her opinion hardly matters. She is 24 and still unmarried (free) when she is attacked (saved). Taking her usual trek through the woods, the largest wolf she’d ever seen had sunken its teeth into her back before she had time to think “what the fuck”. With tatters of her dress in the woods next to a pool of blood, she is presumed dead (she isn’t). Werewolf, that’s what the not-wolf is called. At first she is frightened, but then her attacker (Derek, he’s called) takes her on her first hunt. It’s glorious - her new body is powerful, strong. No one, man or woman, would look down upon her in this form. She revels in it. After a few short years, she and Derek part ways; she hasn’t aged a day past 24, and hardly wants to spend eternity with the one who changed her, friendly or not. Years are spent blending with the humans, adopting and shedding aliases as she goes, until finally she stumbles upon Thidrek. It rankles, at first, following a man so much younger than her. However, her instincts scream for a pack, and after a few months she grows to respect the man who became her alpha. Taking her place as his beta, she integrates into pack life with an ease that is shockingly comfortable. Never forgetting her human roots, she takes up a job as a mechanic in the nearest human town in order to ‘keep with the times,’ as it were (really, she just misses the normality of it all). She’s still working the shop, and the pack, to this day. the role player alias • Marcy is fine C: pronouns • She/Her my dudes other characters • Percival Thompson |
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