#marla.

[devilscherubs]

[devilscherubs]

[devilscherubs]

[pacinosgf]

details of a charade, who must be contacted only in important situations.

full real name: malina gaudin. nicknames: was called marla as a child. attends by anything, but she is not very fond of nicknames for herself. alias: marla renoir, jeanne paquin, veronique berto. date of birth: october 12, 1969, fifty-two years. place of birth: nice, france. also grew up there. she may claim polish ancestry by her mother's side. occupation: special agent translator. current location: for now, paris. actually lives in a house in the french countryside. sometimes stays in nice. has hideaways in lisboa, barcelona and copenhagem. spoken languages: french, english, spanish, danish and portuguese. knows a little bit of polish and mandarim. allegedely works translating danish works to other languages. aesthetics: tangled blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, common appearance for an european woman. not particularly tall, of average height. walks fast, likes wearing long trench coats, never wears any special makeup or nail polish when working. slightly clumsy. gestures too much. discernible french accent, but she doesn’t try to hide it because she can’t do any other accent. usually can be described as a charismatic woman.

@materialgwrl

[linesofmagic]

Gwen and Lark because I want to be hurt

@ofviolentdeath send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Marla Morgan

Gender: female (she/her)

General Appearance: fashionable. whatever’s ‘in’ at the time. she just wants to be cute tbh. very much like. popular girl in school energy.

Personality: she’s so very much her mother’s daughter like very soft, very sweet. she’s also tho like... very flirtatious which probs comes more from lark. she loves to be the center of attention. has broken many hearts, but not on purpose.

Special Talents: very much a shifter.

Who they like better: oh she’s such a mama’s girl. it’s unbelievable.

Who they take after more: definitely gwen.

Personal Headcanon: she never wanted to learn how to fight and she stopped taking her dad’s lessons as soon as she was old enough to understand that she could say no.

Face Claim: es.ter ex.posito

[iustronger]

Passo o dia gargalhando e depois uma saudade de qualquer coisa me agarra. E o tom melancólico do momento-mergulho-o-que-estou-fazendo-da-minha-própria-existência. Percebo: minha nau é frágil. Todo discurso do tá-tudo-bem-sempre-ou-nem-tá-tão-bom-mas-vai-melhorar-logo, cadê? Minhas angústias já não cabem numa “hashtag”. Então tem a música, tanta coisa pra ler e escrever e um monte de gente legal pra abraçar. Mas por que essa tarde em fiapinhos de agonia na garganta? E as noites balbuciando suas imensidões de todos-os-travesseiros-só-pra-mim desatando vontades de choros que eu meu recuso a adjetivar. Então tá todo mundo meio fodido: de grana, de amor, da garganta, de saudade. E eu fico desejando “bom dia” torcendo para que isto retorne-em-dobro-deus-me-ouça. E fico alisando a superfície das coisas querendo me apegar a elas como quem não-tá-mais-se-importando-se-o-mundo-vai-explodir. Para que pensar tanto no que sinto e sentir tanto o que eu penso? Então tá tudo-meio-assim-assado, bobagens bobagens bobagens e café gelado. E eu sentindo essa porra taquicardiando o meu peito e esse coração ardido, confrangido, sem o rosto do sujeito: dor que nem tá sabendo doer direito. Então tá tudo tão Roberto Carlos e que tudo-o-mais-vá-pro-inferno