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Post by Mara Meremoth/Aiden Sephtis on Jul 10, 2016 0:19:34 GMT
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PLAY BY: Jodelle Ferland
name: Mara Meremoth age: Mara appears to be 10 and effectively acts that way given Neverland and the Curse; but, she is technically 72 (almost 73) birthdate: October 31st 1953 kingdom of birth: Land Without Color (No Kingdom) species: werejackal with illusion magic occupation: match seller/student affiliation: good sexual orientation: bisexual powers: Being a werejackal (warped werewolf) she has enhanced senses, smell, taste, vision, hearing. She's also stronger than a girl her size should be as a result. Using her vivid imagination she can create illusions, with concentration illusions that are powerful enough to effect the five senses. People will believe they are touching and smelling non-existant things. Sight and sound are practically effortless to effect. Other senses require much more attention. But she can mess with her perception and those of others so that her illusions seem more real than reality and are accepted as genuine.
height/weight/body: Mara is a waif of a little girl. Even in comparison to the average 10 year old she falls short. Her malnutrition is apparent as she's little more than skin and bones. Her steps are clumsy and weak and she moves with all the confidence of a baby ostrich learning how to stand for the first time.
hair: She has long wavy hair that falls just a little below her shoulders. In the Land Without Color and Neverland these locks were always tangled and knotted. Now, given proper time to care for it and loving parents to help it's brushed until it gleams. Now her dark hair which resembles that of the mother who has so kindly adopted her (although far more wavy), shines like a true princess'. She typically just wears it down but is not opposed to Mom playing with buns or other hairstyles. It makes her very happy whenever Mom runs a brush through her dark locks.
eyes: Mara's eyes are sapphire in color, a pale blue more reminiscent of water than sky. There's a deep seeded melancholy in her light hues which somehow makes people recall stained glass. There is something hauntingly beautiful about those oh so fragile eyes of hers.
distinguishing features: Her most distinguishing feature is the two small protrusions just above her eyes. Holes were bored into her head, supposedly to release the demon/demons trapped inside. Her father did not actually believe the girl was possessed but preyed on fear and superstition to make her suffer after her mother's suicide which he did blame her for. Aside from the holes, her skin, pale enough to have her mistaken for a ghost, is notable.
style: Mara's a fan of luxurious gowns with big poofy sleeves. She has princess style tastes. That's not to say she needs fancy clothes; but, after being deprived of decent ones for so long she certainly appreciates more extravagant attire. And being a fan of comic books, manga, and anime, she has no shortage of inspiration for pretty clothes. She loves to dress up as her favorite characters to help give her courage even during normal school days.
No one has a better imagination than this girl. Her creativity is the fuel for every illusion she casts. If she dreams it, she can breathe life into it. No, it won't technically exist, merely being a manifestation of her mind. However, everyone will be forced to acknowledge it as it lays before them.
This girl has positively inhuman amounts of empathy. Another's pain will never fail to bring a tear to her eye. Because of this, she can sympathize with others quite well. She works very hard to understand other's hearts. She doesn't want anyone to suffer.
Sense of Direction:
The little match girl fortunately has a great sense of direction. She almost never gets lost because she has a firm grasp of where she came from if not where she is going. Traveling somewhere once is enough to see to it that she can find her way back, assuming magical interference isn't involved. She effectively acts as a compass. She intuitively keeps track of the cardinal directions (north, south, east, and west).
Mara has stupendous visualization skills which can only help bring her illusions to life. She has a firm understanding of how far away things are from one another. She also knows how shapes would appear if folded or otherwise altered. As great as her imagination is, she comprehends with surprising detail how things are laid out now. Ask her to sketch a place and you will be startled by the intricacy, just how much she gets.
Mara acts like a calculator, able to crunch big numbers inside her head. Explaining her work is a bit tricky since for the most part it's intuitive. Numbers are something she just gets. Never play the how many balls are in the jar game with her. You'll always lose.
Her illusions, always creative and often beautifully haunting are impressive. With sight and sound only she can withhold the form practically indefinitely. Messing with the other senses, touch, taste, and scent is much more tricky. But she can play with people's brains including her own to make them believe they are experiencing this non-existent thing. Her illusions can be intricately complex. She can replace entire landscapes and creatures.
Squeezing Into Small Spaces:
Mara is a tiny waif of a girl. In some ways this is a disadvantage. However, it does mean that she can reach places almost no one else can. Squeezing into the manhole to escape into the sewers? Not a problem. Squishing herself into that little space in the cabinet? Done. She is not an easy person to grab because of this uncanny ability.
Control might be an issue; but, there are traits that are no doubt useful. She looks like a strong gust of wind might rip her in half. However, thanks to her other form even in her weaker girl flesh, she is much stronger and more durable than she appears. Her senses are heightened as well. She can hear, see, and smell much more keenly than any ordinary human. Unlike her brother that bit her, silver remains a weakness and her healing is better. In Neverland where belief is will she wanted to look like Shade, to have that connection. However, she needed to keep the silver weakness. She never wanted invulnerability. Living longer is not a dream but a nightmare in a world of suffering. A crippling weakness is one thing; but, surrendering is something else entirely. She had to have the tough healing that accompanied the beast. Otherwise it would be like giving someone a loaded gun, begging them to shoot you, and then acting like ti wasn't suicide which she considers a sin.
Low Self Esteem:
It would be difficult to find someone with a worse opinion of themselves. Having been abused for as long as she can remember, she's been taught that she is weak and stupid, useless. She's come to accept this as fact. It's not that she doesn't work hard. She simply doesn't expect anything to go well. And she always assumes people will think the worst of her.
Wishing to believe in everyone's best and brightest selves, she tends to fixate on only the positive points, ignoring the negative. These rose tinted glasses through which she views everyone around her, cripple her ability to accurately judge anyone's character. When she should be skeptical she trusts fully. When she should pull back she follows. No matter how often she is hurt, she never fails to believe in people. "So what if I'm betrayed? It's better than doubting everyone."
No Sense of Self Preservation:
Having been raised far less than kindly, abnormal and in fact horrendous living conditions are the norm for her. She has no concept of the fact that wondering the streets alone at night is dangerous (assuming it is not extremely cold) as that was her world as the little match girl. Likewise the notion of not accepting food from strangers is completely alien. A scrap of bread from a kind wanderer every now and again helped her survive a very bleak world. And even if she realizes something is hazardous to her health, if someone else is in trouble she will never hesitate to put herself at risk. Her life is not so precious to her.
Nature of the Beast:
Mara has yet to master the werejackal. The full moon rises; and, without a special cloak she is gone. Rage and violence overwhelm her to the point where everything is a red haze. She has killed like that, more than once. She's incapable of distinguishing friend from foe in such a state. She cannot yet recall her time as a werejackal. But blood and corpses are enough to paint a pretty little picture of the evening's events.
Prone to Fits of Depression:
All those years of abuse and neglect have certainly left their mark. There are some days where simply getting out of bed is an effort. The smallest thing can cause the tears to bubble up. And once they start it may be a great long while before they stop. Mara has tasted utter despair and rejection. That sort of darkness can never leave a person. At some level she is still ruled by it. When one of her fits seizes her, she can do little more than curl up in a ball and sob.
By no stretch of the imagination would Mara ever be considered a graceful creature. Objects often slip through her fingers. She trips constantly. (She can usually catch herself before she hits the ground but not always.) She's the sort who can get so lost in her own thoughts that she runs straight into a pole or wall.
Only recently has she been brought into a warm and loving family, a safe environment. Before then she was hardly fed everyday. And when she was given food, it was far too little and not particularly healthy. Having been on the cusp of starvation for a great long while now, her body has suffered. If it wasn't for her werejackal form, physically she would be terribly weak. As it is, she's nowhere near healthy.
Fear of Abandonment:
Although Mara chooses to see only the best and brightest in others, she has an exceptionally low opinion of herself. She always assumes she'll be abandoned or left behind. After all, why should anyone want her to stay? She's merely a burden on others, weak and useless. These thoughts cause her to panic and hide when instead she should confront and discuss. But she is always too frightened of what she will hear to follow through.
"Just whistle while you work! Just hum a merry tune! Forget your troubles and try to be just like a cheerful chickadee!" That is one of Mara's philosophies. When life looks glum, try to sing to get through it. Songs have this uncanny way of soothing her heart and easing her nerves. She likes to collect as many songs as possible. She tucks each and every one in a safe pocket of her heart to pull out when there's a need. She firmly believes there is a song for every situation. She mostly sings to herself. However, she doesn't mind singing for others.
Something soft and cuddly to hold tight when she's scared and depressed. Something to stroke and hug when she's happy. A precious friend with whom she can share her secrets, the words she's too terrified to voice to anyone else. A defender to the end of days. Stuffed animals are all these things to her. She cherishes them all the more since until recently, the only stuffed animals she had were her illusions.
Bell From Biological Father:
For the longest time, this was her greatest source of inspiration. Her mother was incapable of voicing her father's name. Tears would overwhelm her any time she made the attempt; and, the words wouldn't come. But one night in a better state, the melancholy that ruled her heart mostly kept at bay, she presented Mara with this magical bell, saying it had been a present from her father. It has been a prized possession ever since. When utter despair threatened to consume her, she would hug the bell to her chest and then give it a nice ring. She would dream of a father somewhere who loved her. While she appreciates its magical properties, namely the fact that it can detect spirits and will ring on its own when it does, the real reason she cherishes is it because to her, it was hope made tangible, the wish for a father who cared.
To the little match girl, fire is life and warmth. She was never afraid of the flames. Although she wasn't supposed to, when she was terribly cold (on the verge of freezing to death) she would sometimes light a few matches meant for customers, to get her through the long nights. To her, the small flames resembled little heart beats. They gave her far more than a twinge of heat. The gentle light gave her courage to keep going when the shadows were deep, the dawn unreachable.
She is actually a very good drawer. However, she doesn't see herself as one. The talent itself isn't the important thing. What matters is just releasing that flow of creative juices. She has a vivid imagination but not the poetic language to accurately express the stories trapped inside her head. (She is not very articulate.) This is where her drawing steps in. Drawing is very cathartic.
Shoes & Socks:
Mara is never a child you need to remind to put on her socks and shoes. She was never given any socks at all. And the shoes were hand-me-downs far too big to fit her feet. She never could keep them long. They always slipped off and were lost somewhere along the way. Now that she has warm socks and shoes that are pretty besides, she wears them as much as possible.
She loves to both read and draw comics. Within those pages lay epic adventures that grant her both hope and inspiration. She likes to think that some day she can be as useful and good as the heroes in those stories. Now that she has found a good home and can dream of more things than simply being loved she has a new wish. When she grows up she would like to be a comic artist.
Most little kids dream of sleds and snowman. Snow days and snowball fights often sprinkle their fantasies. This is not the case for the little match girl. Snow is synomynis to freezing and death. She's fallen face flat in the snow, weary to her bones, uncertain if she would ever rise again, not just once but multiple times. So now rather than rejoice when Suzie Snowflake comes rap tap tapping on her windowpane, she hides away in her warm blanket and prays the cold won't reach her.
Considered something of a safe haven to most "lost boys", sadly such warm feelings cannot be connected with this "lost girl". She was brought to Neverland against her will, ripped away by Peter Pan's shadow because the words "I believe" slipped past her lips when she was on the verge of freezing to death. She was not speaking of Neverland or the shadow; but, in the end that didn't matter. She was taken from the Land Without Color and deposited in a realm much warmer in temperament but not sentiment. She belonged in this land no better than the one that had come before. She was an outcast; and, soon even the ability to wander was stripped from her. Locked in a small wooden box where even one of her slight stature could barely stretch her legs, a bracelet strapped to her wrist to suppress her magic for twenty-one years, Neverland is synonymous with pain and broken things, especially a broken heart.
"Twist me and turn me and show me the elf. I looked in the pool and saw myself." To Mara, few things are more terrifying than her own reflection. Vanity is not an issue. She always fears what will greet her there in the mirror. Are dark, haunted eyes awaiting her scrutiny? Or worse, perhaps the deranged eyes of a wild beast consumed with bloodlust linger past those murky edges. To gaze too deeply would be to spy the monster laying in wait or so her trembling heart tells her. Whether it be the demon of a girl who in her frailty of both body and mind can be nothing more than a burden to others or the devil of a creature with seemingly boundless hungers and passions, a penchant for destruction matters little. In the end, her reflection is something she's afraid to face and more frightened to understand. The mirror is a symbol of acceptance which she cannot grasp. And so she turns from it and herself.
She used to love them, snipping everything into place. But during the curse, they became a weapon, a sign of her darker nature. One particularly brutal night when it just got to be too much as her presumed father (in reality stepfather) was beating her, she reached for her pair of trusted scissors, a precious gift from her big brother figure, and stabbed him. She'd aimed for the eye. It was a miracle that she missed. She cannot find them nearly so beautiful as she once did. Now she looks at them and recalls only that wretched night. Still, in times of great stress she has a terrible compulsion to cut anything and everything, make the world appear as fractured as her heart.
The Ides of March:
Beware the Ides of March. She wasn't aware there was anything beyond the usual beatings and neglect to fear that dreary March 15th. But although she thought there was little someone like her could lose she found out how very wrong she was the night her mother took her life. That bitter evening is forever etched into her brain. Now when the 15th of March rolls around, her already tiny appetite shrivels away to nothing as a sense of utter dread and despair consume her. She will find no solace all that day.
The mere suggestion of a journal entry will have her running for some small crevice to squeezed herself into or a dark closet. To write about her life is to face unpleasant truths she cannot stand to bare. And she does not believe someone like her is important enough to warrant a diary anyways. What meaning could words about her miserable life hold? She doesn't think others who are so much more capable and significant than her should refrain from keeping them. But it still bothers her to see them as her thoughts must inevitably turn to what her own diary would look like.
Tangled Hair & Tattered Rags:
The way Mara sees it, she is this horrible burden incapable of doing little beyond causing people trouble. That being the case, she'd rather not be an eyesore on top of everything. She is self conscious enough without having people stare at tangled hair she did not have a moment to run a brush through or clothes that are little more than tattered rags riddled with dirt and bloodstains. She didn't like being unpresentable in the Land Without color. There was simply no helping it. Richard refused to buy her new clothes no matter how filthy and worn hers grew. And brushing her mess of waves would cut into her scant sleep time which she could ill afford.
icing on the cake .
worst fear: That Snow White and Prince Charming will realize they made a horrible mistake about Mara and throw her out as she's the girl always left behind. deepest secret: Part of her wishes that during the curse she had actually stabbed Richard in the eye and worse killed him outright. The worst part is that incident couldn't be blamed on werejackal instincts. That was all her. deepest desire: She wants to grow into a strong and kind hearted princess that Mom and Dad can be proud of, someone capable of protecting many people. special skills: Illusion Magic, Mental Math, Drawing, and Singing
overall personality .
Mara is a kind and caring individual who wants to be useful and help others. Given her experiences with her abusive step-father, she believes herself to be worthless and potentially stupid. She's in fact quite curious and inquisitive. She wants to see the good in everyone and is terrified of ending up bitter and hateful like Richard. She tries to take everything in stride as much as possible, doing whatever is necessary to survive, relying on her imagination to get her through the rough patches. Reading and dreaming up stories is the way she copes. She is actually jealous of the dead, believing the world to be rather cruel and unfair. She's sure that people who have passed on are in a better place. There is no more pain and no more fear or tears. But she can't just die. She thinks willingly taking her life would be a sin. There might be people who need her help, even the help of useless person like her. And her grandmother would be very disappointed if Mara just gave up. So she keeps on struggling along. And now there are people who appreciate and even love her, who can lend her strength.
She has super empathy. When she sees someone suffering she wishes that she could take their pain away and be the one left hurting. She has seen the worst of the world; and, she does not wish for anyone else to endure those experiences. When people lash out at her so long as a panic attack isn’t triggered she won’t think they’re the worst humans imaginable but try to understand why they’re behaving that way. Then she’ll do whatever she can to comfort them and make them feel better.
Mara feels most comfortable in graveyards because she knows the dead can’t hurt her. And she eagerly awaits the day she’ll be amongst them. She misses her grandmother terribly and finally wants to rest after struggling for so long and trying her very best. She is the type of person who gives everything her all. Once she’s taken up a task she’ll see it through to the bitter end. Of course the task might need to be put on hold if someone needs something; but, eventually she’ll finish it.
She tries to be optimistic and cheery; but, she’s prone to fits of depression and spells of hopelessness where she just wants to curl up in a ball, sob, and wait for death to take her. Living is agony and she knows the pain only ends when she draws her last breath. She can only hope her day comes quickly. Even with Snow White and Prince Charming as parents she often feels that way. Old wounds heal slowly.
family ties .
residence: Storybrooke, Maine, Snow White's and Prince Charming's home children: N/A partner: N/A mother: Rosalind Druse (Maiden Name) Meremoth, deceased, human Snow White (adoptive mother), human, 28 Belladonna Cooper (step-mother married to Richard), human 42 father: Merlin (Leo Vale), sorcerer, unknown (roughly 100) Prince Charming (adoptive father), human, 28 Richard Meremoth (step-father), human, 38
Once upon a time there was a woman with flaming red hair and crystal clear blue eyes. There was a secret promise in the curve of luscious pink lips. Her gait was merry, as though the world was her oyster and should she choose, she could walk on water itself. Nothing could bind her because her spirit was untameable, her heart free. A stark sense of wanderlust claimed her and was evident in that sparkle in her eyes. She craved adventure, the thrill of peril wrought with purpose.
Her life changed drastically when she met a sorcerer by the name of Merlin. He hailed from another realm and so the name itself didn’t strike her as significant. But to her, nothing was more crucial. She found she wanted for nothing so long as she could see his brigtht smile, have his warm laughter tickle her ears. And when he held her close she felt complete in a way she never would have imagined possible. It was as though she’d been an amputee her entire life and could only realize it when the limb she hadn’t even realized was missing was suddenly reattached. His kisses awakened a special hunger within her, carving aches of longing which would later become scars.
Rosalind Druse wanted to travel with Merlin, truly be with him until her dying day. But he disappeared one day without a word. Shortly after his departure she learend she was with child, obviously his. She desperately awaited his return; but, she had to make sure their child was properly cared for.
During this time, a man named Richard Meremoth crossed her path, fell madly in love with her, and proposed to her. With him being a wealthy man, she was certain Merlin’s and her child would be alright. Nothing was more important than that. She didn’t love him; but, she thought she could get by until Merlin could return to her. She made him promise to love the baby as though he were his own child. When he agreed she consented to the marriage.
It turned out that Rosalind (now Rosalind Meremoth) was carrying twins. Mara was the first born, followed 13 minutes later by her younger brother Aiden. Aiden took a single breath before leaving his sister to face the world’s trials alone. (He did not even live long enough to hear his own name. But it was unthinkable for Rosalind not to give him one.)
Already tottering on the edge of depression given her lost love, the loss of their son pushed her over the chasm. Despair consumed her; and, she retreated to the world of memories rather than face all that was taken. She often spoke as though Aiden still breathed so it was impossible for Mara not to know of her deceased twin and feel that ache in her heart.
Richard was incapable of keeping his promise; and, Rosalind was in no state to enforce it. Mara was a painful reminder of the love Rosalind once bore another man. And Richard would be blind not to see Rosalind held those tender feelings dear even now. As deeply as Rosalind loved Mara, Richard despised her; and, Rosalind's love was not enough to care for and protect her daughter because far more often than not, she was mentally elsewhere.
Mara has precious few memories of her mother's smile. When asked to describe her the first thing that came to mind was, "She's sad a lot. But she's very beautiful. You'll see when she laughs." Mara lived for those moments, when her mother could recognize her, when she could do more than stare sullenly at the ceiling or weep, when she could actually rise from her bed, leave her room.
Mara would talk to her mother everyday. But either her mother was so dejected and demoralized there was no response or she spoke of things past as though they were real, here and now like Aiden. Mara did understand that her mother loved her. She told her so when she was slightly more there; and, Mara could feel that warmth. But Mara understood she wasn't enough to keep her mother grounded, to support her. This further fueled her feelings of worthlessness and incompetence.
Richard was both physically and psychologically abusive. Mara lived in hell. She worked ridiculous hours desperately attempting to sell a handful of match boxes so that maybe Richard wouldn't beat her so badly. If she was especially lucky he might even give her a scrap of moldy bread or a slightly stale apple. She only got to eat a couple times a week and that was if she was fortunate. But Richard did make sure she was fed the bare minimal amount to keep her alive. As much as he loathed her, he understood Rosalind would never forgive him if she perished. As it was, sometimes she came to her senses enough to stop Richard from hurting her. And her eyes at the time were filled with such melancholy and disdain he could barely stand it.
He did not go out of his way to protect her however. If the stupid brat should keel over in the cold and freeze to death, he could hardly be blamed for that. He did not give her proper clothes but hand me downs that further emphasized her sickly thinness as they hung around her. And as she grew he still did not replace them even as they covered less skin and became tattered and torn, soiled with dirt and blood alike. So long as not so much skin was exposed to make her indecent she was fine.
She was never given socks. Richard believed those to be a luxury, one someone so vile and contemptible hadn't earned. She was a thief, never earning her keep. She took and took, food, water, clothes, hardly bringing in any money to compensate the loss although someone as well off as him didn't need any assistance. As for shoes, she got slippers that were so big they slid off her feet almost immediately. She was punished most fiercely for losing them.
Mara's world was dark and dreary with little hope. One of her few comforts was a bell she received from her mother on a better day. It was too painful for Rosalind to speak her lover's name. But she could at least tell Mara that she resembled him and that the bell had once belonged to him, a treasured gift to Rosalind. The bell became a beacon of hope. Richard refused to let Mara call him Dad, claiming that one so weak and worthless could never share his blood. And her mother, as fiercely as she loved her, was rarely there for Mara. Those shinning moments when she could be just left Mara aching, emphasizing the coldness and cruelty that was her typical life. A candle that existed to illuminate the depth of her own darkness before it inevitably flickered out, leaving her with nothing.
Still the bell, it spoke of a fervent wish, a secret hope. There was a father out there, perhaps one who was capable not only of loving Mara like her mother did but of genuinely seeing her all the time. Although Mara doubted she could leave her mother. She knew her mother would never leave her. In her fantasies, her father rescued them both.
She had been wrong. It turned out her mother could leave her. Mara hadn't thought someone like her had much to lose; but, she was taught the true meaning of despair when she returned home that bitter March evening to find her mother dead on the floor, her wrists slit. Mara couldn't say if she screamed. She lost herself for a while. When she came to Richard wad prying her from her mother's corpse.
Her life took a drastic turn for the worse with no Mom smiles, laughter, or "I love you"s to look forward to, to help her brave the seemingly endless nights. And there was no longer anyone to step in and tell Richard to stop. A world devoid of love and affection. And sadly those were not her only troubles.
Richard blamed Mara for her mother's suicide. Although he was a man of science and reason, he preyed on the town's fear and superstition to punish Mara. He claimed his step-daughter had been possessed by the devil and that she had driven her mother to suicide. With his wealth he had a great deal of influence. That alone would have been enough to seal her fate. But he had something more to prove his point, Mara's illusions with color.
In her distress, Mara developed her talent for illusions early. She had no teddybear; but, she could make one. Although originally she couldn't manipulate the sense of touch to feel it. Her illusions were mostly used for impersonating her twin, depicting what he should have looked like had he lived this long. Like her mother, she liked to pretend that he still lived and that he was watching over her.
Mara had a special talent for one born in the Land Without Color. She could see color unlike her fellow inhabitants. Mostly there were only shades of white and black; but, for those things that had been brought over from other worlds, she could see them properly. Her dreams were filled with color; and, her illusions matched them. Other residents couldn't process the color but were greatly disturbed by even sweet illusions as a result, sensing that there was something off about them, wrong.
Holes were bored into her head just above her eyes in an attempt to drive out the demon/demons. Physical recovery was slow and arduous. Mentally...Most would agree she never fully did recover.
One night, back on the streets selling matches, she nearly froze to death. She was rescued by a boy named Shade who would become a big brother figure to her. She'd come to see him quite a bit as Richard started dating his mother. Shade told her wonderful stories to raise her spirits. Mishearing one about Anubis, she would fashion a private guardian and fierce protector for herself in the shape of a giant anteater, Antibus.
One day without a word Shade disappeared from her life. Her only sense of comfort ripped from her, she tasted utter despair once more. She was the girl always left behind.
Unbeknownst to her, she was taken to the same realm as him not much later. It was Christmas Eve and no one bothered with the waif of a girl who must sell at least a single box of matches before returning home. No socks blanketed her feet. And as usual the slippers were missing having slid right off her feet. The snow wad heavy; and, she was oh so cold. She wasn't supposed to; but, she lit a match to keep herself warm. She swore the match let her see straight through solid brick. Fantastic scenes awaited her. She focused on those rather on the bitter cold, the fact that she was dying.
She thought she saw her grandmother. Her grandmother had been another bright spot in her life although she could only see her twice a year before her untimely death. On the brink of death, she called out to this vision of her grandmother. "I believe!" she assured her. She spoke naught of Neverland but of the fact the glowing, angelic form before her was her grandmother and that she could be reunited with her and her cherished mother in heaven. Peter Pan's shadow made no such distinction. She was whisked away to Neverland.
Peter Pan wasn't interested in lost girls, only lost boys. So even on the island of misfit toys, Mara was an outcast. And in a land where belief was magic, Mara's illusions were real. Viewing Mara as a threat, after having her powers sealed with a special cuff, Mara was unceremoniously tossed into a tiny wooden box, barely big enough for even the small girl to stretch her legs. For twenty-one years she was left to rot like that until Shade finally stumbled across her. He bit Mara, transforming her into a werejackal so that she might escape her confinement. The plan was for them to leave Neverland together. Shade had found a temporary path back. But on the return trip they got separated. Not knowing what else to do she returned to Richard who had by this point married Shade's mother.
She was treated as cruelly as before; but, there were added complications. Without Shade's assistance she couldn't control the werejackal form. During the full moon there were quite a few casualties. Blood stains and disembered limbs painted a gruesome picture even without memories. Her self loathing tendencies grew worse; and, she came to fear her very nature.
The curse struck; and, she was taken from the Land Without Color and brought to Storybrooke Maine. Here she believed herself to be the biological daughter of Richard (here known as Edward), Aiden Sephtis. He loved her no more for their shared blood. In false memories, her mother had died giving birth to Aiden. Unable to handle the grief well enough to deal with a daughter, Mara was adopted by another family.
She was truly happy for a time, cherished, loved. Aiden was close to all her siblings but closer to none than Shade. She knew he wished to be a mortician and urged him to speak to their parents about the matter. This was a decision that would haunt her dreams and waking hours.
Aiden watched it happen. She heard her parents' "no". Then it was like Shade stopped being Shade. Surely that couldn't be her brother who killed their parents, eyes dark as the abyss.
He spoke so sweetly to her afterwards. He didn't seem to pay the least bit of attention to her blood stained clothes. Of course they came for him. The one small mercy was that he was taken to the psyche ward not a prison. Her other siblings left Storybrooke to live with an aunt. But for Aiden, it was thought that after all she'd been through she should remain somewhere familiar, comfortable.
Her father was pressured to take her back. He despised her for costing him the love of his life and severely abused her. As miserable as Aiden was, some part of her wondered if this wasn't the punishment she deserved for causing that awful tragedy. Mara wasn't even allowed to visit her big brother Shade. Parental permission was needed for minors to see anyone in the psyche ward. Although her father dangled that promise before her like a carrot, nothing she did was ever good enough to warrant it.
Eventually Miss Blanchard, Aiden's kind teacher, noticed that she was being abused. Later, she was able to adopt Aiden and bring her home. Not all was smooth sailing after that. People started to treat her mother coldly as her affair became known. Aiden didn't judge her! True love was at stake. She was just very sad about the way people looked at her mother and spoke to her. In Aiden's mind, not a kinder person walked this Earth.
Things got even worse when her mother was accused of murder. Aiden didn't doubt her for a second; but, few others had her unwavering faith. Emma took care of Aiden while her mother was locked up. Although Aiden visited her mother everyday to tell her she loved her, believed in her, and that everything would turn out alright. She gave her lots of pictures to try and cheer her up.
Katherine was found alive and unharmed and Mom got to come home! There were still a great many issues; but, Aiden was just happy to have her back.
The curse broke; and, Mara remembered who she truly was. She ran and hid, convinced that once Snow White knew the truth about her, she wouldn't want anything to do with her. What use could a queen have with a very lost and unloved little girl? But Mom came looking for her. And once she confirmed that Mara had no loving family to return to, she assured the little girl that she would always be her daughter. Mara was scared to death of being properly introduced to Prince Charming; but, he was so kind and sweet to her. She was sure it was more than she deserved.
The shattered curse did not solve all problems. There were many more incidents one in which Mara’s beloved mother was trapped in the Enchanted Forest. (There was also the problem with her werejackal form. Fortunately she got a cloak to suppress her power so there didn’t need to be any casualties even if Shade couldn’t help her control the beast.) But her mother and big sister Emma were returned safe and sound.
Later she found out that her biological father was Merlin because he recognized the bell always wrapped around her neck. Mara already had a family; but, of course she wanted to learn more about her birth father, the one her birth mother had loved so dearly. She continued to live with Snow White and Prince Charming and call them Mom and Dad. But every other weekend she’d visit her birth father. And when her family went to Neverland to rescue Henry, leaving her behind as it was considered too dangerous for her to come, Merlin took care of her until their return.
When Mom was pregnant with another child, Mara tried to act happy. But really she was terrified. She thought if Snow had a baby of her own, someone she could raise from the beginning she’d have no further need of Mara. Emma after all was the daughter Snow never got to raise and Mara was a lot younger at least. Snow still had a lot of time to care for her.
As everyone was celebrating the birth of baby Neal, Mara was hidden in a sad corner at the party, convinced that it was only a matter of time until she had to say goodbye to the family she’d come to love with her whole heart. Emma however noticed the small girl’s disappearance. She asked what was wrong; and, in Mara’s despair she confessed her fears. Emma assured Mara that their parents weren’t those kinds of people. But she promised Mara that even if they should kick her out, Emma would take care of her. Mara would always have a home.
Post by ALICE KINGSLEY on Aug 28, 2016 22:00:06 GMT
Congratulations! Welcome to Mirror, Mirror!
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Aug 27, 2016 22:54:16 GMT
Sorry I disappeared for a while! Anastasia is officially done and I am back, had some IRL mishaps but hope to write with all of you guys soon <3.
Aug 20, 2016 21:00:20 GMT
Apologies to all members, for once again going off the grid. The admins here are still very much invested in keeping this site alive, but sometimes our real lives serve as speed bumps on the road toward that goal. Thank you all for being patient with us.
Jul 26, 2016 15:52:20 GMT
...is this even happening?
Jul 2, 2016 19:56:24 GMT
I'm so excited to see this alive! Hoping my app will be reviewed and, fingers crossed, accepted now! ( Though it has been archived. )
Jun 18, 2016 16:15:05 GMT
Hey guys Ariel here, Thursday night a bad storm knocked my power out and as I Saturday, today, I still don't have any!! I'm not ignoring the site, I just don't have a computer to use yet. As soon as I get power, I will be back!
Jun 17, 2016 19:39:26 GMT
Apologies to all for being so MIA, had a lot going on work wise and with real life this month, the biggest being having my wisdom teeth removed earlier this week. BUT I AM BACK <3
Jun 14, 2016 18:03:21 GMT
All done with my app Lovelies <3
Jun 7, 2016 1:46:17 GMT
hey guys! we're slowly but surely still working on updates. thanks for your patience! we love you!
Jun 2, 2016 1:36:18 GMT
Open thread to anyone that would show up at the snow's residence here
May 19, 2016 20:14:35 GMT
Just a note to all members: Snow will be out of town from Tomorrow morning until Monday afternoon. If anyone has any questions, or needs any help during that time, please direct your concerns to myself and the other staff members! Thank you <3
May 16, 2016 23:23:41 GMT
If you are ready and want to begin writing - the RP boards are open!
May 16, 2016 20:05:07 GMT
Today is Monday guys!!! Please remember it is the last day to reclaim any characters that you are planning on keeping!! Thank you all <3
May 13, 2016 14:35:07 GMT
as you guys are retooling your apps - know that we are canon seasons 1-3, and everything after that can be up to you. you can stick to canon, or go off script - but remember to work with the folks who have connections to your characters! <3
May 13, 2016 13:45:26 GMT
all apps have been archived. please repost the apps of characters you are keeping. pm me with any questions. <3
May 13, 2016 13:16:38 GMT
I just wanna say how very excited I am to see so many of you guys staying and sticking with us <3
May 13, 2016 12:39:46 GMT
don't worry - your plot pages are not deleted, they have been archived, and you will be able to access them once the RP boards are opened back up. I promise nothing has been removed completely - you will have access to all of your posts and plot pages. <3
May 12, 2016 20:37:28 GMT
Hey everybody, I am the admin formerly known as Belle, just so you all know <3
May 12, 2016 20:08:51 GMT
you guys can reply at this link, to let us know which characters & accounts you're keeping! <3
May 12, 2016 18:26:29 GMT
Is there a place to say "yes, I want to keep my character?
May 8, 2016 3:42:44 GMT
don't panic - the rp boards are hidden to staff only for now, as we move everything to the archives and work to restart the game. you will not loose any old work, but we will be wiping the slate clean.