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MarILYN elaine D'ARCY the basics full name ♦ Marilyn Elaine D'Arcy nicknames ♦ Mary, Ms. D'Arcy, Professor, Doc age ♦ thirty birthday ♦ November 11, 1985 occupation ♦ Teacher at Primrose ability/power ♦ mimic (super muscle memory)/advanced reflexes how the power works ♦ Anything Marilyn sees someone do with her own eyes, she can mimic it. This does not include other people's abilities/powers. Marilyn has an eidetic memory, so whatever she sees is stored up in her brain forever. However, she can't expand upon her powers - she can mimic a concert pianist at any time of the day, but if she were to sit down in front of a piano and try to come up with something by herself, she wouldn't know where to start because she's never learned piano. In tandem with her mimicry, Marilyn has advanced reflexes. (She can't stop a bus or anything, but when adrenaline is pumping through her, she finds she is exceptionally faster, stronger, etc for that split second than most humans). species ♦ human gender ♦ woman; she/her sexuality ♦ heterosexual the appearance face claim ♦ Abigail Spencer height and weight ♦ 5'10" || 140 lbs identifying features ♦ n/a overall appearance ♦ Marilyn has a tall, athletic build. Due to her abilities, she likes to spend most of her time keeping her body in tip-top shape. Mary keeps her hair long, with a slight curl. Due to the 'unspoken dress code' Mary has to abide to at Primrose Academy, her daytime wardrobe is strictly professional. The moment she gets home, however, it's pajamas and vodka. the personality likes ♦ reading, working out, dislikes ♦ strengths ♦ eidetic memory, martial arts, swimming, functioning alcoholic, physically very fit weaknesses ♦ alcohol, can't recreate anything she hasn't physically seen, dreams ♦ getting out of Primrose, moving to a shack on a beach in Belize where no one will ever bother her again fears ♦ that she will never amount to more than anything than her powers let her - she will always be 'just as good as' someone else. She can never strive to be the best;; without her powers, she fears that she is also nothing. overall personality ♦ While Marilyn is a generally likable person, her current situation has put a permanent kink on her outlook on things. After a slight altercation with the law, rather than going to jail, Mary signed up for indefinite community service as a teacher at the prestigious Primrose Academy. Since then, she has become incredibly snarky whenever she doesn't have "Professor D'Arcy" facade on. Alcohol kinda turned Marilyn into the snarky megabitch she is now. It was the reasoning behind her 'new job' and pretty much the only reason she stays alive now. Marilyn has developed into a functioning alcoholic, though she has become reasonably well at hiding that fact from her fellow coworkers. Even when she was in schooling age, Mary was tolerable at best. Being so ahead of everyone around her made her very arrogant and pretty snobby. She didn't mean to be so blatantly rude to everyone she met - she just never understood why no one could learn as fast as she could. And that is just irritating. the history father ♦ Chris Wyatt, 47, occupation unknown mother ♦ siblings ♦ none (that she knows of) important people ♦ none hometown ♦ Boston, Mass. overall history ♦ Marilyn D'Arcy was born to Chris and Anne when they were 17 and 16, respectively. While Chris pressured Anne to give up the baby, Anne was stubborn and decided to keep the baby, even if it meant no one would help her. And no one did. Anne grew up in a strict Catholic household, when she refused to give little Mary up for adoption, her parents all but excommunicated her. Chris, the man who had promised her that he would be by her side no matter Anne's decision, also left. Anne dropped out of school and took on whatever job she could to help Marilyn grow up in a decent home. Within a few years, Anne knew she had made the right decision. Marilyn was smart. Now every parent seems to be under the impression that their kid is special, and is going to go places in life or whatever. But Marilyn was different. This child, this sweet little girl that almost never existed, was brilliant. When Marilyn was eight, she helped her mother return to school and attain her GED. Anne thought, if her child could help her get a GED, then why couldn't she get one herself? Within no time, Mary graduated high school and was well on her way to attaining her first of many college degrees. Nearly all of Marilyn's schooling was paid for by scholarships she had won throughout her lifetime. Whenever she needed more money, she would just apply for another scholarship, which 9 times out of 10, she would win. Marilyn had almost no need for her mother anymore. It was one day while Marilyn was nine that she began to understand what her powers truly were. It was a weekend, Anne was out grocery shopping, and Mary was left to herself and some old goofy karate movies she had rented from the movie store down the street. When Anne got home she found Marilyn performing ridiculous stunts (that would generally take years to master) move for move. It wasn't until Marilyn did a full on back hand spring before Mary thought any of it strange. That night Marilyn was extensively questioned by her mother, where did you learn to do that, how long have you been taking lessons without her knowing, etcetera, etcetera. It wasn't until Mary broke down into tears that her mother realized she was telling the truth. Mary just... Did it. The following years Anne began sneakily "testing" her daughter. She would show her videos of world class pianists and two weeks later would ask Mary to recreate the music when they passed by a piano in a music store. After watching the Olympics, Anne would take her daughter to the local pool, just to be proven right again. Marilyn would flawlessly perform whatever task she had seen. Marilyn soon found out about her mother's 'tests' on her, and while she was irritated by the fact that Anne hadn't told her anything about it, she was excited to try more. To test her limits. Could this advanced muscle memory thing be expanded? Could she go above and beyond what she had seen, to create something of her own? The next several years Marilyn dedicated herself to find out that answer. There were several phases of tests that Marilyn put herself through. For a solid three months when she was twelve, Marilyn did nothing but watch Bob Ross videos and fill their entire house with impeccable paintings that looked like they came straight from the man himself, but never anything above or beyond that. It took two months for Marilyn to learn that she could recreate any violinist's composition that she physically saw, but when it came time to play something for herself, she was a wreck. Marilyn was fastly approaching the fact that while she was brilliant, with this amazing gift, she couldn't do anything for her own. She would always be just as good as someone else. Never better. There was no room for evolution. For learning. She would always be as is. At fifteen she abandoned her silly little experiments and returned full time to her schooling. Marilyn was coming up for her first doctorate and she had no time to spend on silly, menial tasks. At least this was something she was good at, all on her own. Marilyn spent months writing and editing her thesis Genetic Mutation. She delved into the science of geneticism to 'hypothetically' explain the possibility of genetically mutated 'super humans'. Little did she know, this is what put her on the map. A few weeks had passed since Marilyn had been awarded her doctorate, and a peculiar letter had ended up amongst the D'Arcy's mail. It was addressed to Marilyn, from some Primrose Academy in Louisiana. Marilyn scoffed at the idea of it. Why on earth was some high school sending her a letter? Were they confused? Did they not know who she was? She checked again. It was addressed to Dr. Marilyn D'Arcy. That was certainly strange. It was a formal invitation, asking her to be a student. A student? She scoffed at the idea. Like hell she would be subjected to high school for a second time. Marilyn crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it away without even reading the rest of the letter. Fast forward 10 more years. Marilyn is twenty-five now. It's mid-December. Marilyn is by her mother's bedside at Boston Medical Center. Anne is succumbing to leukemia, and even with all of Marilyn's extensive studies, connections, and money, she can do nothing about it. Never before in her life, has she felt so helpless. Her mother can't speak much anymore. With the little strength she could muster, Anne wanted her daughter to know how proud she was of her. How she wouldn't have changed anything. Hours later, Anne silently passed away. After the death of her mother, Marilyn quickly spiraled out of control. Without her moral compass to guide her, she felt lost. She had never really been on her own before, how was she supposed to cope? Marilyn managed to scrape by, though the road she chose was probably less than desirable. Most nights she would go to bed drunk, and during the day she would just sit around the house doing nothing. She accumulated a few encounters with the law, drunk and disorderly, public intoxication, minor infractions that Marilyn could usually get away with by paying a fine or two. One night three years after Anne had passed, Marilyn had gotten into a particularly drunken stupor and attempted to drive herself home. It had ended less than desirably. Marilyn had gotten into an accident, and while no one was hurt, she still had to go to court for damages. She had too many strikes against her. Clearly she was guilty, and Mary had a choice. Jail time, or court ordered rehab and community service. Obviously she went with community service. After her rehab, Marilyn was expecting to serve at the soup kitchen, or something like that. Nope. At the last moment, some guys in fancy suits swooped in, gave her a folder, briefed her that she would indefinitely be teaching at the prestigious Primrose Academy, and if she refused, it meant going back to rehab, or worse. She was instructed to read the files in private, something about classified information or whatever. Mary didn't care, she just shoved it in her bag and paid no attention to it. Imagine her surprise when she walked in to her interview with the principal to find that this was a gifted school. Although she hated every second of court ordered community service and being told what to do, this peaked her interest. Perhaps she could learn more about her gift through these students... It's been two years since Marilyn began working at Primrose, and she hates her situation now more than ever, but she'd be damned if she couldn't hide it. Any day now she'd receive her notice saying her time was done, and she'd never have to see Primrose or this stupid state again. the role player alias ♦ Aspen age ♦ twenty-one pronouns ♦ she/her code ♦ Admin Edit other characters ♦ none |
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