Post by Marcie Roza Gorski on Jul 11, 2011 0:31:35 GMT -5
••MARCIE ROZA GORSKI
naive, religious, kind
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••THE BASICS
NAME.Marcie Roza Gorski[/size]
GENDER.female [/size]
AGE.Seventeen[/size]
NATIONALITY.Born and lived in Poland until she was six, then moved to Minnesota in America.[/size]
PLAY BY.AnnaSophia Robb[/size]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.Heterosexual [/size]
GRADE.Junior[/size]
••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
APEARANCE.
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Marcie has a sweet face, with ever-blushing cheeks, and a smile to match. Her hair is down two inches below her shoulders, and blonde with a natural curl. She has green eyes outlined with a very thin rim of blue, which has become more prominent as she's grown older. Her body is quite muscular, and somewhat built, which helps a healer in certain respects, like running around, and it really doesn't hurt to be able to physically defend yourself. However, she's not well trained in such things, she's just very active, and outgoing.
Along with her sweet smile, and altogether innocent look she wears bright colors like yellow, orange, and pink, but also white. You could, without any hesitation, call her a ball of sunshine, and she'd probably just laugh, and agree. She tends to wear quite a bit of make-up, but doesn't have much of a problem going without, either, as it tends to weigh her down, and make her feel like she absolutely can't breathe. Her most comfortable way to be is with her hair up, wearing a dress, and without any make up. She likes to feel free, and uninhibited.
PERSONALITY.
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Marcie is, as I've said, a very happy and bubbly girl, but beneath her exterior is something much more complex, and broken in places. The most prominent aspect of her personality is her genuine care for the welfare of other beings, both humans and animals, though she can't heal said animals. If someone even complains of a slight headache, she offers her powers to them. Growing up, she wasn't allowed to use her powers outside of her home, and was always drawn to people in despair, and could tell when a person died, even though she only experienced that once. To a healer, a dead body is the worst thing you can experience, mostly for her because she doesn't deal with the soul of a person, or their spirit, but with their physical imperfections, and pains. She cannot be content with the fact that they will possibly be in Heaven one day, because their death was too big a price to pay for it. People suffered all their lives, and only with the hope that they might one day be rewarded for it. It was the only thing she ever questioned her religion about, and never aloud.
Speaking of religion, she's basically a devout Roman Catholic to the best of her ability. In a situation as tricky as hers, she has to bend the rules a little bit, but she attempts to get out of school, and go to mass every Sunday, and sticks with her beliefs quite strictly. Another interest she has is novel writing, which is where she'd like to make her money, not only because she believes the best place for her is away form modern day society, but because she could never be her first wish: a doctor, because she'd be unable to stop herself from healing people with her powers, and her parents strongly recommended against that choice, due to keeping this gift a secret. Plus, her inability to cope with people dying would tear her apart in a hospital.
She may seem a little dimwitted at first, fitting the stereotype of a preppy blonde girl, and her inability to do math, but she's really not. She's so much more than that. She's motherly, caring, and very thoughtful in the sense that she thinks things out entirely before forming an opinion on them, which is why she enjoys deep conversation, because it gives both parties the chance to think, and speak both logically and (mostly) passionately, and ultimately come to a reasonable decision about something. It just takes a little while to break her happy-go-lucky facade, and get to that thoughtful young lady within.
HISTORY.
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The story of Marcie Gorski really begins in her mothers womb, at five months pregnant. Marcie's mother had endured many problems with the pregnancy, and could hardly afford the mediocre care the Polish healthcare offered. But one day, she woke up feeling completely healthy, and better than she had in months. She was able to get out of her bed, and walk; a privilege she hadn't enjoyed in months. Neither her husband, nor her mother, nor anyone she kept in touch with could understand why this nearly magical act had happened, but they certainly didn't question it. It was a blessing from their lord, and she could only be graced, and thankful with that fact, not curious, so she left it alone, enjoying the rest of her pregnancy. Four months later, though, a healthy baby girl was born, and though they had already known she was special, the sight of a bubbly newborn really brought her beauty, and uniqueness to life. She was a blessed baby.
And it seemed as though after she was born, all the hardships her parents had endured due to physical problems, and health problems alike had disappeared. She unintentionally brought them health, and happiness. Her ability to heal them was one not common, however, a magical gift one might say. Her parents were always convinced that god had blessed them, and their child with the power of healing, and she really believed them until she met other people like her. His choice to make people who were like her, who had helpful powers made sense to her, but why would he intentionally make so many people who could be so harmful? It's something she still doesn't understand, but regardless, she retains her faith devoutly.
The family, doing better financially than they ever had, decided to move to America only six years after Marcie's birth. It had always been a dream of her parents, despite Poland's climb to a better state. Living through the rough times it had provided had proved to be too much for them, regardless of the good things it had to come. Perhaps it was just too many bad memories in one place, and besides, America was the land of opportunity, and who would opt not to live in a place with a promoted slogan like that one? If they were doing this well in Poland, imagine what they could be doing in America. So they moved to America, and both of her parents gained their citizenship. They bought a house in Minnesota, and Marcie learned English so she could begin school on the right foot. Everything seemed to be going well.
It was, however, school that was her downfall. Not so much because she didn't understand the material, but for two different reasons. She was constantly daydreaming, and after magically removing a teachers cut from tripping over the story rug, employees, children, and parents alike became somewhat unnerved. Some believed the woman to be crazy, some believed her to be hungry for attention, some believed she was mistaken in her perception of events, and some believed her in her entirety. It certainly didn't help Marcie that the kindergarten teacher was probably the most attractive person in the whole town, and flaunted it to her advantage. The family moved, completely disgusted, and also rather traumatized by these events. Her parents knew of Marcie's healing abilities, but they had always seen it as a gift, something to be cherished, not terrified of, but clearly since the people were disgruntled even by the idea of it, they couldn't allow them to know of it at all. They couldn't allow anyone to know.
They moved to a home in a rather urban area, and kept Marcie at home at almost all times, including for home-schooling. And when they did allow her to leave, she wasn't supposed to use her powers on anyone, which was a task extremely difficult for her. 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' was a concept she was literally born with. She found herself drawn toward people in both physical, and mental distress, and though she had to keep herself from using her powers on physically injured people, she always snuck around, giving people with headaches, or terrible stress a hug, and relieved them of it. She felt it was her duty. However, because of this, her parents kept her inside almost always, unable to understand why she couldn't just stop herself from helping people. They were good people, and understood that you should help people in need, but with the enormous risk of exposing herself just a touch away, she couldn't do it so often, and in such a populated area. But with how stubborn, and driven she was, Marcie ended up becoming a near-recluse, unable to ignore people in need, so instead she was sheltered from them.
One of the most important events in her life took place when she was thirteen years old, and her mother became pregnant. Though she was struggling with this pregnancy as well, she urged Marcie not to heal her, knowing that god's will would be shown in it's own way; she wasn't to interfere. Only seven months pregnant, though, and the baby came out. Premature, and in awful condition he died on the operating table. The moment he died Marcie felt as though something in the world around her had been altered, as though something was missing. She followed this feeling all the way into said operating room, where the doctors were preparing to tell the parents what had happened. And when all but one was gone, Marcie said through tears "I can bring him back, I know I can." But the doctor informed her, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but he's in heaven now. You cannot bring him back." Marcie screamed, running to the table the lifeless baby lay upon, and pushed her hands down on him. Bursts of light emerged from her hands, but the baby's corpse was unaffected, and the doctor simply raised an eyebrow. He ended up having to drag Marcie out and to her parents, but it was the conversation between Marcie's father, and the doctor which would be the most interesting of all.
"Mr Gorski, I understand that your daughter is a bit different than other little girls." The doctor seemed to nonchalantly inquire. "What exactly do you mean?" Her father asked, quite defensive regarding this subject, and his daughter. "What I mean is, well... Here." He pulled a card out of his jacket pocket that said 'Alexandria Academy' and below was their phone number, fax number, and names of the principals. "Do you think my daughter is insane? Is that what you're saying? Sir, I am-!" The doctor interrupted her father, and said simply "Just call the number." It turned out that Alexandria Academy catered to those children with gifts like hers, as well as the doctor's son, and her parents made the decision to send her off to it as soon as she could enroll. Life where she lived wasn't meant for her, but it seemed this school would be.
To be among other people who were once considered freaks by their society, and peers was very comforting to her, to know that she wasn't a freak. Of course, with her parents support, and slight worship, she had never thought it from them, but after the incident with the kindergarten teacher, she'd been a little self conscious of them. Marcie has done very well in her classes, and enjoys now being able to heal people whenever she so pleases. Every now and then, though, she'll give a hug to someone having a bad day.
(I seriously didn't mean for the history to be that long! I hope it's at least enjoyable to read!)
LIKES.
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• Basically everyone
• Writing, and also reading
• Deep conversation
• Babies
• Animals
DISLIKES.
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• Being away from her parents
• Homework, especially math, math, math, math
• The winter; it's when most people contract sicknesses
• Not knowing how to do something
• The fact that people have to die. With a ridiculously strong passion.
STRENGTHS.
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• She's a skilled healer, and very passionate about human life
• Her writing
• She's quite nimble
• Her optimism
• Her faith
WEAKNESSES.
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• People in pain who she can't help
• Death of anyone, or animal
• Being away from her parents, and from her church
• Her naivety due to being sheltered
• She's oblivious to harmful people, because she has trouble accepting that anyone could be evil, or mean
FEARS.
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• Losing someone again, or being responsible for anyone's death
• Being called a freak by either society she knows
• Being an unsuccessful novelist.
GOALS.
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• To be a successful novelist.
• To save as many lives as she can.
POWER.
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Healing. Marcie's powers vary in themselves quite a bit. Her strongest ability is her aura, which she emanates quite often, but if she places both hands over a persons heart she can cure them of most any sickness, or physical ailment they have. Generally the power itself is an invisible thing, but when she is faced with a particularly straining situation like the one above with her baby brother, colors can be seen emitting from her hands. But that only happens in very, very straining situations.
••BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS.Mary[/size]
AGE.Seventeen[/size]
GENDER.Female[/size]
TIME ZONE.Central[/size]
HOW YOU FOUND US.Caution 2.0[/size]
OTHER CHARACTERS.None yet![/size]
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Desiree watched him leave, attempting to compose herself for her son. He was going to be hysterical when he woke up, and it wouldn't help him if his mother was too. When Noah was well out of earshot, Desiree looked down to Ethan, who was still knocked out cold, which was an image in itself enough to make her cry hysterically, but she didn't. She had to at least appear strong for him. "Ethan, sweetie?" She shook him very gently, getting only a slight response at first. Her arms became stationary, not wanting to shake him too much. Instead she raised her voice, hope now strung within it. "Sweetie, wake up! Wake up!" She wanted to smile, but his mostly unresponsive body took away her hope. All he did was mumble something that sounded like 'mommy' every so often. Desiree moved him from her cradling arms, and hugged him tightly against her chest, knowing that as much as she spoke, and tried to wake him up, he would only wake up when he was ready. The impact had to hurt a five year old pretty bad.
Her grip was unbreakable on Ethan as she held him against her, just waiting for him to wake up. She kept telling herself that he would be all right, regardless of whether Noah was here or not. And Noah would be okay too, even though he was a despicable jack ass who didn't listen to her, and lived to piss her off. That was not what she needed to, nor wanted to be thinking right now. It was astonishing to her that mere minutes after a plane crash he could manage to make her this mad, especially when she didn't want to be mad. Desiree took a deep breath, and then sighed heavily, her eyes searching for debris from the plane, or something she could use to help Noah when he got back, or really anything that could be useful. Looking off in the distance, she noticed Noah was having what looked like a conversation with someone, while also doing something to his abdomen. Desiree rolled her eyes, not at the situation, but at the fact that Noah was helping other people with a large gash in his forehead. It was admirable, and could be considered selfless, but also stupid, and illogical. He needed to take care of himself first in this situation. It was just making her so mad, because she really did care about him, and he just making himself worse staying out there so long.
She set Ethan down beside her, and then stood up, walking toward the water. There were a few shirts that had washed up, though they were very torn, and obviously wet, but she gathered them anyway, knowing they'd come in handy at some point. It seemed to be the only thing thus far that had washed up, at least the only thing she could spot because of their vibrant colors. Her eyes were still sore, and somewhat blurred from all the salt water that she had in them. She would just have to do this later. She just shook her head, and returned to where she had been sitting, setting the shirts down behind her, and picking up Ethan again, who seemed to be on the verge of regaining consciousness.
All of the sudden, though, it seemed in an instant Noah was in front of her, holding his head, and obviously in pain. "Oh, what did I tell you, Noah?" Her tone was almost aggressive, but the look on her face, and jump to her feet suggested otherwise. "Just lie down, alright? And don't move." She helped him move himself next to Ethan, and grabbed one of the shirts she had gathered. They were all sandy now, and she'd have to go back to the water to get the sand off. She knelt down beside him, coming closer to his face then she had in days, maybe even in weeks, or months, and held the side of his head for a moment before leaning in and kissing him softly. "I'll be right back." Apparently seeing him like that triggered something even more powerful than her anger, something she didn't think possible.
Running down to the water and back didn't take more than a few minutes, and as soon as she returned she dropped to her knees beside him once again. She brought her lips close to his ear, and whispered softly, through tears, "This is going to sting a little." She set the rolled up shirt against his forehead, pushing down lightly at first, and removed one hand to let it find one of his. "You're okay." She whispered, mostly to herself, and slowly applied more pressure.
