Marie Sinclair DeLabou

[Marie DeLabou]

Marie Sinclair DeLabou

grieving – upper class – emotional

Full Name: Marie Sinclair DeLabou
Alias: Marie
Age: 16
Date of Birth: August 12th, 1994
Ethnicity: French (Born and raised in England)
Religion: Pagan
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Student

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Face Claim: Watson, Emma

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Power:

Marie is a Weather Witch. She can change and initiate (inexpertly, unless she gains more control) the weather in her area. She can make it rain or snow, make it bright or dark, but the weather control is entirely governed, for now, by her emotions. When she’s happy, it’s bright, and sunny, and perfect. But when she’s cold and alone it turns dark, and grey, and rains, hails or snows. If she loses her temper, which she has done, she loses it badly and the world around her turns to a chaos of rain, hail, thunder, and swirling black clouds.

The weather is her emotion. She can’t control it, just like she’s never been able to control her emotions, but it took a while for her to notice that it was her controlling what was going on around her, because it just feels completely natural. If she cries, it rains at the same speed that the tears roll down her cheeks, joining with her.

However, her emotions aren’t the only things which activate her powers. Gradually she’s realising that she can control it using her will alone. Unlike the part that is governed by her emotions, she can actually feel the power of creating different weather types, of manipulating it, and it drains her of energy. She can manipulate the wind currents to slow falls, which can be used for other people, but can only use the wind currents to fly for herself. She can also create fog, and can call down lightening during storms to strike certain people.

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Personality:

Intelligent; Marie is incredibly academic. All through her school years she’s been known as the class nerd, and picks up information quicker than most of her peers. She understands things easily, and has never received below an A in her entire life. And that was frowned upon so much by her father, that she pressured herself to never get below an A*. Anything other than that is a fail. And even after he died, she’s kept working hard, in his memory this time.

Insecure; Her opinion of herself isn’t high, and she’s buried quite deeply within her own shell. People don’t seem to like her, or want to get to know her once they hear what other’s say, so she immediently thinks that’s her fault, and that there’s something wrong with her.

Upper Class; Marie was raised in an upper class society, and as so, as the manners and speech of one of them. Her voice is rather posh, and some would call it snobby. She’s not vain, she just wants to appear neat all the time. Her upper class upbringing means she has a wide patience, and a gentle approach to manners. She’s polite, most of the time.

Emotional; She cries easily, and can cry at anything. She cries when bullies pick on her, and at books and films, and the news. She is highly emotional, but that isn’t always a bad thing. When she does get angry, which takes a lot now, but when she does she gets extremely angry. Her emotions have always been varied, almost bi-polar, although she’s never been diagnosed with that, and she can go from extremely happy, to dull and depressed if even one word if said wrong.

Caring; Marie cares more about animals and nature than she does about people. To her, humans make their own choices, and if they make the wrong ones, they should deal with it. They bicker around her, and pick on her, and animals don’t. It’s as simple as that.

Grieving; Her father died not long ago, and despite them not being that close, she misses him like crazy. Even now, despite being able to hear his name, something that could remind her of him could bring her out in tears.

Likes:

• Reading
  
• The rain
  
• Mathmatical problems
  
• Animals
  
• Ice Cream Sundaes
  
• Daydreaming
  

Fears:

• Failure
  
• Bullies
  
• Harsh words
  
• Guns
  
• Losing her mother as well.
  

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History:

The daughter of two French university professors, her mother teaching French, and her father teaching Geography, concentrating on the weather patterns, Marie was born into the upper class of society in England, after her parents move to teach at Cambridge university. She wasn’t a spoilt child, but took money for granted, as well as nice clothes and a nice house. Her parents encouraged her to think for herself, and to believe what she wanted. Neither of them were religious, but when she was nine she came across a book about witches, and the pagan beliefs. She was enraptured from then onwards. She was a child who loved nature, and who especially loved the rain and the snow. But she was highly emotional as a child. She kicked up a fuss immediently if she didn’t get her own way.

She didn’t go to school, however – her father took it upon himself that he could teach her better at home. And it was true. By the time she was the age most children would be attending secondary school, Marie was already starting to study GCSE mathematics, and was fluent in both French and Spanish. She was happy being home educated, and enjoyed spending time with her father.

But then her father fell ill. He was diagnosed with cancer when she was thirteen, and hospitalised. Her mother was unable to continue her lessons, and so, due to the law regarding education, Marie was sent into the public education industry for the first time. They moved to London, where her father could receive specialised care, and she joined the local comprehensive. She hated it. The school she went to was averaging well in the league tables, and received good results, but she was bullied from the start, due to her intelligence and her posh voice. So she took to spending more and more time alone, and, alienated herself from other people her age. She didn’t know how to deal with them.

Her father died not long after her fifteenth birthday, after a long fight, and then she couldn’t even go home much, because it just reminded her too much of him, and him being ill at that. No, she spent most of her time in the park. It was a small place, and noisy from traffic passing by, but she could see beneath the old beach tree, no matter what the weather, and cry as much as she wanted, because there was no one there to see it. That was where she was, when the storm struck. Outside, and unable to get to shelter, but she hadn’t run. She’d just tipped her head back and enjoyed the feeling of the rain. The barely felt the lightening strike her, or noticed the bolders falling. She’d just been concentrating on the rain.

And then she woke up, and it was night, and she was alone, in the park. And then she remembered, and found herself crying. And it began to rain...

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PLAYER: NYX
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE: About 4 years. Ish.
FOUND FROM: Advert on Ex Nihilo Omnia xP

[Evan Summers]

I actually really like this character :3
Approved and Moved :3