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28 Contortionist/Herbalist Foroogh Kardansani (Mahafsoun)
PERSONALFULL NAME: Mara Jacaranda Abraxas
PREFERRED NAME: Mara
BIRTHDAY: February 5th, 1990
HOMETOWN: Koguva, Estonia
EDUCATION: Not graduated from any educational system
ALLERGIES: Does not know of any so far
Height & Weight:
SCARS & TATTOOS:
Thadius Jahale (Father, unknown)SIBLING(s):
Ronan Jahale (Brother, 30's)CHILDREN:
Adrian Abraxas (5, Deceased)EXTENDED FAMILY:
Markus Abraxas (Husband, Deceased)PETS:
Bilbo - Her long legged Irish wolfhound that is a bit of a deer.
PERSONALITYFAVORITE FILM: Willow (1988)
FAVORITE TV SHOW: ALF (1986-1990)
FAVORITE BOOK: Doesn't know
FAVORITE SONG: Feeling Good - Michael Bublé
- Black coffeeDISLIKES:
- Abraxas family
ABOUTCompared to others, she is considered young, but her youth was culled in the ways of old. Tradition was battered into her familial group and not many would speak against their ways due to the isolation of where her family had grounded themselves. As far as where her family is truly from, it was considered long gone history and all she knew was that they were nestled between other cold climate countries. Mara was born the middle child with her eldest sister having already been sent off to some suitor that was part of their morals and beliefs. Education of any means aside from what was being taught by the family was highly against the teachings. Reading, writing and music in their tongue was what was accepted.
Women were meant to be trading cards, a symbol to show off and nothing more than to bare offspring. So, other than that of knowing her native tongue, Mara was only taught the means of how to keep her future family happy. Along with how to survive off of the Earth and other traditions considered long forgotten. When the young girl turned sixteen, her father took her and crossed over the waters to the mainland with her in tow. At first the new sights fascinated her, but ultimately she knew what her uprooting was for. Which was only verified when they made the journey to an secluded range in Russia. At first glance her future husband was a large man, tall in stature and bundled up in furs.
He was part of another small family group that shared the ideals of her own family. She didn't know of what deal transpired between her father and her future husband, later introduced as Markus. The young girl just knew that she would not be returning to her homeland, it would be the last time she would she her mother or any of her siblings. Within that week Mara was married to the man and was woken to the brutal truth of what was to come. Markus was a man of anger, lashing out at his bride and finding entertainment with her daily struggles. She, herself, felt a mixture of emotions, but dared not act on them.
This was her life. That's what she forced herself to accept until the leader, the alpha, of their group came forward. Showing the same force as her husband, her small stature could not fend off the two men and even with her struggle, it did not stop the sudden sharp pain at the back of her neck. The bite, it seemed more like an attempt to kill her, but after he was done Markus spent the next few days ghosting her every move. Mara did not know what was going on, between her need for food and her senses becoming unbearable. They had done something. Leaving her confused and angered at how her life was coming about.
Days past, testing the young girl everyday and it only seemed to worsen. Markus roughly lead her, with other women and young girls her age to some distance away from the village. The cold bitterly biting at her limbs and leaving her throat tight, knowing something wrong was going to take place. They were taken to a clearing, the moon high and somehow, through it all, it was comforting. It was a land considered sacred by the family group. It pulled at her, something called to her and Mara shifted. It was raw, leaving her ravenous and the rage seemed to have been unleashed. A small woman had become an enraged fox. Her control was not her own and once the ordeal was over, she was left in a numb heap. Some of the women, she had noticed, did not return.
A year or so had passed and Markus had taken pride for the first time, Mara was bearing child. Most would be happy, but she dread the life of the child if it were female. Mara waited for the next months to pass and for once in what seemed like forever, her hopes had been answered. They had a son, healthy and showing the makings of a strong boy. Adrian was her only comfort in a world that was against her. Her energy was for her child, Mara knew this is what would make everything worth while and five years would pass. At twenty-two years old, her son came upon his fifth year and Markus destroyed her life for the final time.
He accused Adrian of not being his and went into a flying rage. Stating all forms of false accusations, swinging at Mara and commanding she go out. Make herself useful and so she did, just like all the times before. Only what she came to was what drove her over the edge, her only reason for enduring all of this was taken. Her boy was gone, Markus' form holding a lifeless boy and blaming it on Mara. Something in her snapped, rage swept her off her feet and they clashed. In a flurry of emotions, Mara found the sharpest item she could and plunged it into her husbands throat.
A mother now widowed.
Adrian was given a proper grave. As proper as she could provide, then she ran and made haste in whatever direction took her away from the Abraxas family. The beaten in woman eventually came across a traveling carnival and begged for refuge. They were hesitant and at first a little less than inviting. However, over the course of a few days and being persistent, Mara squirmed her way in. Finding her place as a contortionist, persisting that she would remain useful and not just another mouth to feed. Eventually, their travels lead her to Somerset, Pennsylvania . Where she continues to pull her weight for the carnival and the Pacala family.
Mara doesn't tend to travel too far from The Carnival. Usually she will be practicing keeping herself limber, but when she does wonder she is out gathering plants. If someone is patient with her and isn't pushy, especially men, Mara will eventually open up. They need to know she will not open up at their pace and only will be met with a brick wall if otherwise. Mara loves learning and if you having something to offer in that regard, you'll have yourself a happy woman.
She can't stand people with ego's or flying tempers. Now that she has had a taste for fending for herself, she has no problem setting her boundaries then and there. Anyone that is tied with those of her past also are automatically on the list. Even if they are a genuinely good person, you are not to her.
I don't have any specific plots, but rather I am open to all and any plots. My characters are kept flexible.
Mara + NateHeh, thus far Nathaniel doesn't have a great track record in making friends in Somerset. However, he's generally a friendly kinda guy. He just is outgoing, and filter-less. He states whats on his mind and doesn't hold back, often. He'd probably try and be her friend for sure, and he not afraid to go anywhere really. He's all about the life of adventure and enjoyment. He'd definitely be curious by her and would bug her for a while until he figured out how she ticked. Could certainly be fun watching these two poke about at each other.reply to my shipper!