✞ 「 cigarette smoke unspooling from crimson lips, echoes of holiness that haunt like ghosts, an insatiable hunger for something you cannot taste, finding comfort in discord . 」 cis woman. she/her. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying MAREN MORROW / MAMMON is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the 32 / unknown year old divorce attorney since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a demon and have been here for three months. i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a avaricious, duplicitous & eloquent reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the SOBHITA DHULIPALA wannabe's story.
i. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬
full name. mammon
alias. maren morrow
species. demon
age. unknown ( appears thirty-two )
date of birth. unknown
place of birth. heaven
gender / pronouns. cis woman, she/her
orientation. bisexual
occupation. divorce attorney
family. n/a
ii. 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
zodiac. n/a – though she most identifies with scorpio
character inspirations. jennifer check, jennifer's body / edie britt, desperate housewives / arnie becker, l.a law / saul goodman, better call saul / villanelle, killing eve / lady macbeth, macbeth
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iii. 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥
faceclaim. sobhita dhulipala
build. mesomorph
hair colour. dark brown, almost black
eye colour. dark brown
iv. 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭
The worst part is that you still remember what it is to be divine. You remember the sounds of heaven's chorus, the warmth of basking in the glow of God's love. You remember the voices and the laughs of your fellow angels – and you remember their silence as you were cast out of heaven. You remember feeling as though the floor had given way beneath you, you remember plummeting from the heavens and the sound of your bones cracking as your body made contact with the pits of hell. You remember the taste of blood in your mouth as you clawed your crushed body across broken ground – you remember Lucifer himself offering you refuge, and you remember taking his hand like a lifeline.
You suppose that your fall from grace was largely inevitable. You were always different from your fellow angels. You were made with a hunger that none of them could ever understand. A yearning for something you could never quite name. It made you selfish, and dishonest, and wrong. You learn quickly that you are more at home in the chasms of hell than you ever were in the halls of heaven. You take to sin like a moth to a flame – bitterness over your exile fuelling your greed. You give into the insatiable appetite you had long suppressed, and you fall further and further into trespass.
The realm of mortals is little more than a playground to you – countless souls ripe for corruption. Over the centuries, you have worn many faces, but your goal has always been the same – to sew discord and pain. To make God's playthings feel the same way you did when you were cast from the heavens – betrayed, unwanted, wretched. To strike the kingdom of heaven wherever and however you can. You have done unspeakable things in your pursuit of revenge, each act stoking the fire of hatred deep in your belly, keeping it burning bright and hot for millennia.
Your most recent alias is that of MAREN MORROW – a thirty-something year old divorce attorney in some wretched backwater town. Truth be told, you have only set up shop here to follow one of your most recent amusements – the fallen angel you have been studying was rudely pulled from your grasp by a local witch – but this place, and this face, have potential. There is plenty of strife to be found in the disintegration of a marriage, plenty of fun to be had in watching two people fight over pennies, plenty of joy in watching humans be pulled apart by their own greed and bitterness. Your poison may be more subtle these days, but make no mistake – it is no less potent.
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