⸻ #FIRSTHUNTRESS , a dependent 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙀-𝙅𝙀𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙀 𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙏 for MYSTICAEHQ ; heavily influenced by my own headcanons and take on the character . loved / hated by lily , she + they , twenty8 . will frequently feature mature / triggering topics ⸻
𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : marie-jeanne valet ›› hunter ›› crystal reed .
❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― blood stained bow & arrows , she was brave and strong and broken all at once , the first of her name , a huntress with silver in her veins , an unforgettable beauty ― ◜ ❏ . ― →
𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !
name . . . . marie-jeanne valet
nicknames . . . . marie , the maid of gévaudan
age . . . . 28
sexuality . . . . heterosexual
date of birth . . . . january 21st
place of birth . . . gevaudan , France
gender . . . . cis woman
pronouns . . . . she + her
current location . . . . mystic falls , VA
languages . . . . english , french .
𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !
zodiac . . . . aquarius
bad habits . . . . speaking too bluntly
hobbies . . . . hunting
fears . . . . seeing children get hurt , killing her brother again .
other mentionable details . . . . it's important to note that marie is not a doppleganger , allison was born and she looks exactly like her .
𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !
faceclaim . . . . crystal reed
height . . . . 5'8''
hair color . . . . brown
eye color . . . . brown
scars . . . . has a couple of scars on her body from hunting .
𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !
parents names . . . . claudette ( mother / deceased ) + louise ( father / deceased )
parents relationship . . . . marie's memories of her parents were a bit blurred as they died when she was young and was raised by her brother sebastian .
siblings names . . . . sebastian valet .
pets . . . . n/a
income . . . none
residence . . . . unknown
𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !
all is canon with marie which you can find HERE .
― marie died young and her children were raised by henri . coming back to life marie is confused and lost and not sure what to make of everything or even modern life .
― unlike her descendants all up until allison , marie did not kill all supernatural people . ' We hunt those who hunt us ' was only for those who killed the innocents but given that marie was killed by what was thought to be a werewolf , the argent family / her sons became ruthless against the supernatural .
" apologies. " was her immediate response. the mixture of shock and wonder did not erase from her features. she knew the impossible was possible. she had a werewolf as a son, after all. however...--- THIS was crazy. the spitting image of allison. there was an awkward pause as she could not keep her eyes off of her. " you look exactly like her. i mean...-- " she finally added, as she scrambled through her phone and pulled a picture of scott and allison. " look. "
Marie had met chris earlier that day . Only way to possibly explain why they look alike without having to let those who were in the dark regarding the supernatural was to pretend to be her twin sister . ❝ ⸻ I know . I just meant that I'm not her . She's my sœur ... My sister .❞ She lied to the woman but recognized the boy . ❝ I am marie-jeanne argent . ❞
HIS HEAD SHOOK ITSSELF NO BEFORE BRACING HIMSELF, "It... it is and it isn't. It's natural, I guess." One of the few things humans, or non humans, managed to do over the years that Chris liked. "Marie Jeanne-Argent... the first?" More or less, really, every Argent not raised in the comfort of being a hunter at birth knew the story of the woman and her husband. If it were true, and oh, he found it hard to believe it was, Chris knew something was very wrong. This couldn't just be some Argent he didn't know of? There were that many anymore these days. "Please, please don't take this the wrong way but I really want to shoot you and I can't. You look like my daughter," and oh, he knew Allison was his weakness. It made him soft to be a father. He couldn't just raise her the same way he'd been raised. Chris wanted to give her the opportunity to choose the life he'd been denied. "but if you are Marie Jeanne Argent, I'm sorry to tell you Mystic Falls might just be worse than the world you left behind. We have a vault here," There were vaults everywhere, "I can show you what we're dealing with."
❝ ⸻ Are there any other Marie-Jeanne ? ❞ Unless her sons had named a child after her , marie had no idea . She died before seeing them bare any children , let alone bring home the girl any of them intended to marry . She gave him a look when he said he wanted to shoot her . ❝ How exactly am I not suppose to take it the wrong way . Is that suppose to make me feel better ? Even if I didn't look like her you could try and I would have your behind on ze floor . ❞ Marie raised her sons to be hunters . trained many to defend themselves . She was a formidable fighter even long before becoming a hunter of the supernatural . ❝ How worse are we talking ? What kind of vault ? If I am alive , I would at least like to help before everything is set right . ❞ meaning before her death once again ... and she was curious on her own bloodline and how were they fairing . CLEARLY STILL HUNTERS .
either this was a bad trip or allison was fucking losing her shit though it was far more likely it was the prior. face skewed up, brows furrowing as he shook his head, " fuck no, please don't spell it out. that'll just confuse me more. i can barely keep up with your accent now. " tommy admitted with a defeated sigh, rubbing at the back of his neck. he'd put up with weird roleplaying and role reversal before so would it really kill him to PLAY along? " right, okay. so not allison, got it. french speaking person who looks exactly like allison. also got it. have you ever seen the parent trap? because that honestly might explain a lot. "
Marie didn't know how to take this nor what to do with the man who was clearly on something ... and clearly on purpose . ❝ ⸻ You are a strange little man . ❞ The French woman commented before shaking her head . ❝ No . Why would someone want to trap their parents ? trap them where and for what ? ❞
HER REACTION CONFUSED HIM IN WAYS HE HADN'T ANTICIPATED. Sometimes he wondered if having an itchy trigger finger was embeded in his DNA and for every part of him that told him that he needed to shoot this woman, there was a part that couldn't when she appeared to BE his daughter... face value wise anyway. "You mean the cellphone?" It had taken him a moment to realize what she was talking about only to feel more confusion. Who hadn't come across a cellphone at some point in their lives? "It's electricity and signals all around us." Beacons, starting and ending points, it didn't matter. He wasn't much of a scientist so he couldn't explain it better. It didn't matter. "My name is Chris Argent. This," he shook the phone to seemingly ground her back to the obvious plight, "is Allison Argent. Sorry, I'm just really fucking confused." And worse, he knew he needed to stop drinking. His head couldn't handle it anymore.
❝ ⸻ So it's magic ? ❞ Technology let alone electricity was never a thing in her time . Candles and fireplaces . People had to wait a month for a letter and response . When he said his name , it took her aback . CHRIS ARGENT . ALLISON ARGENT . the name Argent . the name she took and gave to her children . ❝ My name is Marie-Jeanne ARGENT . I was dead ... Until yesterday I woke up in what was called the hospital and escaped . I've been getting called Allison ever since ... You must be my descendants . Only way to explain why she looks like me ? .... This is not my time . This is not right . I shouldn't be .... ALIVE . ❞
he feels himself flush with embarrassment even as total confusion continues to amplify inside of him. "oh. uh, sorry." her accent definitely isn't allison, of course, and the longer he looks at her the more he can work out the little distinguishing things — the way her hair looks, subtle differences in their features, the way she moves. "you look just like her. allison never mentioned you, uh." he hesitates, quickly starts backtracking. "but i mean, she probably meant to, it just never came up. sorry."
The huntress wasn't sure what to make of this . Allison . Who was this and why did people confused her for this girl . ❝ ⸻ Marie-Jeanne Argent . Marie is fine . ❞ She replied instead of elaborating on why allison never mentioned her . this was a town she never been . in time that was not her own . she needed information ❝ Who are you to allison ? A friend ? A lover ? Something ? ❞
IT HAD BEEN STRANGE AND EVEN FOR A MOMENT he thought the same thing most had. He was looking at his daughter... but it wasn't Allison, not really. He might've greeted her as such but there seemed to be something in the air telling him that something was also wrong with the sight in front of him. If anyone would know someone wasn't their child, it would be their parent right? But even as she went on her rant, Chris heard a familiar name. His eyebrows raised before flipping through his phone's pictures. There really weren't too many; just ones he kept with him and the occasionally needed one for a hunt. "I apologize. You DO look like my daughter, Allison." he told her before moving to face the phone so she could see the picture of both him and Allison together. "If I wasn't there when she was born, I swear you'd be her twin." If by some miracle this wasn't a trick as he suspected, he sure as hell had an itchy trigger finger that inched closer to the gun he had tucked away.
❝ ⸻ H-How is this possible ? ❞ Marie went on to take the phone . Eyes landing on the brunette that looked like her . Subtle differences yet they shared the same features . ❝ What is this strange device . this picture . drawing so lifelike . Magic ? ❞ She turned over the phone before turning it back over to look at the picture . marie woke up in a hospital and thus far had been trying to learn everything around her and this town . ridding of her clothes to blend in and taking another's . eyes looked at his hand before at him and she narrowed her eyes . She was keen in her senses . BEING DEAD DIDN'T CHANGE THAT . ❝ Who are you ? why does she look like me ? Do not lie . I was dead , not stupid . ❞ She held out the phone for him to take back and gave him a look that said to question his next move . Marie-Jeanne having a dagger of her own ready to take if he did anything .
❝ ⸻ Allison . Allison . Allison . I am NOT this allison you speak of . My name is Marie-Jeanne . Would you like me to spell it out for you ? Aller se faire cuire un œuf, if you keep calling me that ❞ Marie was confused as to why many called her allison and in turn she was given weird looks and was asked about her accent . unaware of the fact that allison was the spitting image of her . Although if you truly looked , there are tells that will differ the two in a room together .
