#mara things

[the-complex-roleplays]

Mara, what's the tallest and heaviest you've ever been?

Mara: Hm... I think I made myself as tall as a house once... Like a one story house but yeah. And that made me pretty heavy, hehehe.

[the-complex-roleplays]

Z: Gaslight,

S: Gatekeep,

M: Girl Balls

S: That's not the line... But it works fine enough.

[the-complex-roleplays]

Can we get a random mawshot from a pred at random? Like, mun's choice?

[I wonder who this is.]

M: Ca I pu meh ton bak in now?

[the-complex-roleplays]

Carver Donovan - Red Text

Mara - Pink Text

Sierra - Green Text

Tristan - Orange Text

Zenith - Purple/Violet Text

Just so I can differentiate between my characters speaking and when I narrate their actions.

[starkmxchanic]

ALT!

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

         “Alright, here’s the deal. My name is Agent Phillips,           and I will be your security detail until SHIELD finds           you something a little more permanent.”

She flashes her badge with a movement that’s almostautomated; it’s there for a second, long enough thatyou can see her picture matches her name, andthat she is, indeed, an agent of SHIELD;

     PHILLIPS, Morena E.     Level 5

Everything about her, from her stance, to the wayher arms fold across her chest to the way her eyeslook you over as if you’re a potential threat (but, inher line of work, everyone is a potential threat), tothe way her hair is pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail, screams professional badass. She’s hidingthe fact that her lower abdomen is causing her enough pain that a weaker person would be in tears(thank you, endometriosis), but the subtle shifting of her jaw every minute or so is telling to the fact that she’s in some sort of discomfort.

She won’t complain, though. She knows better.

       “I’ve been assigned to protect you, but that doesn’t        mean I’m your friend. I’ve been authorized to use a        sedative on you if you get out of hand. If you end up         hating me by the time this is over then so be it—my         only job here is to make sure you come out on the         other side of this alive enough to hate me."

A shifting of her arms has one hand settling onher hip; the other, lower, to the handle of the SigSauer that’s strapped to her thigh. She’s also gotthree knives on her; one on the inside of either of theleather boots she’s wearing, one on the inside of a hunter green vest that covers a black long sleevet-shirt.

       “This means that I when I say run, you run. If I         say hit the deck, you’d better have bruises from        how fast and hard your body hits the ground.”

Then, her head cants to the side. She might beacting a little excessively harsh. Best to tone it down.

      “You can call me Phillips, Agent Phillips, Mara,       whatever. I don’t really care—but if you call        me Morena, I will break your jaw with the heel       of my boot and not feel bad about it.”

Okay, so maybe she doesn’t know how to doanything other than excessively harsh. Ohwell. She smirks internally at the thought, and then opens her mouth once more.                “Any questions?”