TURNER, marceline marie
Jun 5, 2020 15:08:45 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2020 15:08:45 GMT -5
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[attr="class","largeleft"] [attr="class","largehover"] [attr="class","uglyhoverinside"] [attr="class","bioheader"]personality. [attr="class,"bioentry"]Marceline has taken on many of the traits her father displayed, due to being raised in a strict family. It didn't help that her father was a single father, and treated his kids as his platoon. His rigorous sergeant nature played a huge role in her life. Because of this, Marceline herself can be seen as extremely strict and controlling. One could even say she is way too bossy and needs to chill. She's quite daring and argumentative, even seen as a tad impolite to others.[break][break] But just because she sounds like a shitty person, there is some good within her. She's a complicated person and someone that needs to grow up a little bit. She's incredibly disciplined, loyal, honest, and ambitious. She can be quite adaptable, something that showed when she was turned into a werewolf. She's exceptionally persistent, bold, and flirtatious. Some could even say she is a bit sensual and playful. She's meticulous with the way she works and extremely extroverted.[break][break] However, she can be quite childish and defensive. She is also extraordinarily impatient and shows herself off as a know-it-all. Some could say she's oversensitive, which shows a lot in her insecurities and jealous nature. She is confrontational, not taking shit from others. She's a perfectionist for sure, and extremely stubborn and pushy.[break][break] But she's working on it. If running an entire pack for their runaway alpha has taught her anything...she needs to clean up her act and fast. But sometimes, just sometimes she can be extremely temperamental. Piss her off and you'll feel her wrath - that's for sure. [attr="class","bioheader"]likes, dislikes, hobbies. [attr="class,"bioentry"]LIKES black coffee, horseback riding, dark chocolates, pineapple on pizza, working out, and baking.[break][break] DISLIKES: creamer, mick jereau, burning something, vampires, cigarette smoke, and soda.[break][break] HOBBIES: horseback riding, going for morning jogs, and baking.[break][break] STRENGTHS: fighting and her speed in wolf form.[break][break] WEAKNESSES: her personality and her family.[break][break] FEARS: her pack losing direction because their alpha is gone, her family being hurt by enemies, and spiders.[break][break] ASPIRATIONS:[break] → to keep her pack as safe as possible (current)[break] → to find her alpha and bring him home (current) [attr="class","bioheader"]history. [attr="class,"bioentry"]ORGINS: Nantucket, Massachusetts, USA[break][break] FATHER: marty james turner, 55, sergeant, mundane[break] ✝ BROTHER: james ronald turner, 30, mundane *[break] BROTHER: john martin turner, 30, mundane *[break][break] UNCLE: august alan turner, 54, mechanic, mundane[break] AUNT: elizabeth ann turner, 53, homemaker, mundane[break] PACK: boston pack - active[break][break] The story of the Turner family starts with the patriarch and matriarch. At the time, Marty Turner had been nothing but a man going to college, and in one of his classes, he met Anna Lee. She wanted nothing to do with him in the beginning, and when the semester ended, he thought he would never see her again. But luck would have it, the semester before he was to head for the army, had been filled with classes with her. It was a sign for him that they were meant to be, and he even told his buddies that one day she would be his wife.[break][break] He was a persistent bastard, and eventually, Anna gave him the time of day. And slowly, she fell in love. Finally, they became an item, and even boot-camp didn't stop that. The moment he returned, they were married. Surrounded by family and friends, they promised to love and protect...until death do they part. He shipped out soon after, and she was left with nothing but fear for her new husband. When he returned, two years later, in the heat of passion, she fell pregnant. He was only twenty-five at the time, and she was only twenty-one at the time, and about to graduate from college herself.[break][break] It was during one of his deployments that she gave birth to twins - James and John. He had been lucky enough that he was able to watch from a skype call, but it wasn't the same. He promised at that moment if she were to get pregnant again, he would be there. He would keep that promise six years later, with the birth of his daughter - but not in the way he had hoped. He had been injured at war, enough so that he was unable to walk correctly. He had a cane and was honorably discharged at the age of thirty. He had done a good thing and had gotten lucky, having saved his entire platoon with his efforts.[break][break] He was home for most of the pregnancy and had watched his wife go through horrible pains. She had told him this pregnancy was different, and it was taking a toll on her body. So much was wrong with this pregnancy, and the doctors even told her to abort. But Anna was adamant, as long as the child would live, she would go through with it. Thus, her mother had allowed Marceline to be born even with the knowledge that she would die, it was one or the other, and she had wanted her daughter to get the chance to live.[break][break] Marceline grew up under her strict father's rules, and because of this, she caught onto the stern persona. But her brothers didn't care; they were used to it. They hated her bossy tendencies, but she made up for it for always giving in to their dares. She was the daredevil of the family. Like any other siblings, the older boys use to pick on their younger sister, and Marceline use to take it to heart and would rather blow up; they always told her she needed to chill, especially when her perfectionist side came out. They use to argue, and they even trained her to be rather impolite. They molded her for the fun of it, and she didn't stop them. If she tried to boss them around or tried to get them to stop, they were stronger…and they liked to remind her of that.[break][break] Her life was relatively normal, though; she went to high school and eventually started college, albeit a little late. She hadn't been sure what she wanted to do with her life and had decided to get her general classes out of the way. However, her life was changed forever when she turned eighteen. It had been the night of her birthday, she and some friends went drinking in the woods near the college. It was here that some kind of dog attacked them, at least, that's what it looked like at least. Marceline was bitten, her friends were mauled apart, and she somehow survived. Luckily for her, they were found by someone, and she was taken to a local hospital.[break][break] Reunited with her family, she was brought back home and dropped out of school. A month later, the full moon came; it was different from all over full moons because she was different. The bite changed her, turned her, and the full moon brought the beast forward. She shifted, painful and bloody, it felt like she was being pulled from the inside, ripped to shreds. She couldn't even scream. And then everything blurred, until she waked the next morning, alone and scared. She was in some room, a guest room perhaps? And then a man walked in, someone that she instantly felt was of utmost importance. He introduced himself and slowly began to explain what happened to her. Of course, how could she believe him? A werewolf? That was what she was now? But slowly, she started to understand, started to feel as if he were telling the truth.[break][break] As she thought about all the events, getting bitten under a full moon, a painful feeling the next month, was it possible? She couldn't exactly remember what happened. But she told him to prove it. And then, he fucking shifted in front of her. Where the man once stood, now was a dominating wolf. When he shifted back, she believed him. But she had questions, and he was the way for answers. So many questions came out of her mouth before he chuckled and answered them all. She learned that she was in Boston, far from home, and wondered just how she had gotten there.[break][break] He offered her a pack, a family of werewolves that she could live with - to fit in. She agreed, wrote her family a letter and sent it. Of course, it lacked a return address, but she promised that she would see them soon. She was welcomed into the Boston pack with open arms once he let her out of the guest room. After a few years of being with them, she had grown close to the alpha. Almost saw him as a father-figure, since he had no children of his own. Eventually, darkness would fall over their pack. They had welcomed a stranger into their pack, one that had trouble with control. They locked him away, something that Marceline was against but slightly understood. The pack came first, and he was a danger to the pack.[break][break] And then, one day, their alpha didn't show up to breakfast. She had gone to find him, and she found the room that usually housed the werewolf inside. She felt terrible for not knowing his name, but at that moment, she didn't care. She discovered their alpha dead...it was almost as if she had found her father dead. She was found a bit later by other members of the pack, sobbing over his body. Someone had screamed for them to find Mick - finally a name. But they never found him. They buried their alpha that day, and due to her being so close to the previous alpha, they had appointed her in charge. However, because of the law, the werewolves followed, this Mick was their new alpha, not that she minded. She was fine with being second-in-command, but she made sure things ran smoothly while trying to locate their new alpha. Even the thought was like acid in her mouth.[break][break] It took two months before Marceline turned to a warlock, asking for help in locating Mick Jereau. It took forever, but eventually, they pinpointed his location. Hoping and praying that he was still in New York City, she packed her things and had planned to go alone. Luckily for Marceline, two people decided to accompany her to find and bring Mick back. One was a friend; the other was a jerk. But she was thankful for the help.[break][break] Finally, after three longs month without an alpha, they had found him. And she planned to bring him home, one way or another. 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