Wahha guess who finally decided to make this? After so much struggling with uploading it I think it worked?
Anyways, here's all 3 Mary's and both their English and Japanese voice claims! At the moment this is still a pretty rough video cuz I'm bad at art, so I decided to use art I commissioned of the girls to at least look good.
Mary 4 art by @scarymonsters-andsupercreeps (thank you again!)
Mary 5 art by me (I recently updated her design a lot more and haven't had any art around so I made her)
Just some lore rambles about Mary 5 cuz she’s kinda been infecting my brain while I work on her more. Featuring some Dio and Giorno and the other kids of Dio briefly 💖
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While Giorno’s hair turned blond due to Dio’s genes affecting him around the time of VA, Mary’s actually got darker due to Jonathan’s influence around when she turned 15 (although, considering her hair was brown before, the change was very subtle).
Mary also has sharper canines/fangs due to Dio’s vampirism.
While Giorno has the heart/spirit of Jonathan and the mind of Dio (righteous + cunning), Mary has the heart/spirit of Dio and the mind of Jonathan (yearning for more + empathetic).
Giorno is more proactive while Mary is more reactive. Where Giorno makes many plans and has a fierce ambition, Mary often has a loose focus on the future. She is more go with the flow in a sense, recognizing that over planning makes one too blind/flustered should it not come to fruition.
She makes a big deal about manners. She was very strict on Giorno about him retaining some ‘proper’ manners, hence why Giorno will not swear.
Unlike her half-brothers, Mary does have an idea of who Dio was (thanks to her mother) but despises him. Having grown up hearing her broken mother speak on how much she loved Dio but how he cruelly betrayed and dragged her along, Mary has no empathy for him and believes he is the cause of ruining her life.
“That man used my mother until she was ‘worthless’ to him.” -> “He had destroyed her life and made her run away to escape.” -> “My mother still cannot get over him and blames me for making her have to leave.” -> “My mother is too distressed to take care of me.” -> “He took her to an early grave.” -> “If only he was different so my poor mother could have been somewhat better and we could’ve had a normal life together.”
She is still angry at her mother, but especially as she got older, she viewed Dio as the sole cause for all the misery and misfortune in her and Giorno’s life.
Despite her hatred of her father, Mary inherited many of his vampiric traits, while also making them the opposite of Giorno’s abilities. She is charismatic and charming, especially thanks to her stand, “Venus”.
Venus allows Mary to “steal” either the body or mind of a person caught in the reflective mirror she has.
While Giorno can ‘give’ life, Mary can slowly ‘drain’ life to boost her own body/mind from the host she is stealing from.
Giorno can ‘enhance’ the senses of others and “slow down” time to make them feel every sensation more, but Mary can ‘dull’ the senses and make time effectively ‘disappear’/‘jump forward’ for the one she has trapped (similar to a siren).
Using her ‘crystal eyes’ and ‘glamor’ allows others to be charmed by her. It is not a full hypnosis, but it does make people more likely to be open to her suggestions. People under her influence claim they have no recollection of the time during the charm, but they can recall Mary as if she were a dream.
Despite having those tendencies of her father, her stand being “Venus” also gives her the ‘protection’ of the Joestar family, due to their guardian being the ‘Goddess of Love’. It is also the same goddess from the statue that impaled and nearly killed her father.
If she and Dio were to ever hypothetically meet, she’d want to kill him. He is one of the few people whom she truly despises and would never be able to personally forgive. Dio would find her to be a horrid reflection of himself and also Jonathan, in the worst way possible. While he would find her powers interesting, her lack of ambition for a higher goal would make him view her as a simple minded woman.
If she were to have found out about her other half-brother’s identities earlier, she would have attempted to reach out to them and possibly move them to Italy under her and Giorno’s protection. Since she is the eldest, she views it as her responsibility to keep them all together in order to move away from their father’s influence and misfortune.
Still working out the kinks but I’m thinking of having its ability being able to have Mary “act” like another. Using its special hand mirror, Mary can gain the personality and thought process of whoever was reflected inside it.
Another idea I had was to have Venus’s mirror allow Mary to make objects/props into weapons she can use (ie, grabbing a stick can make it as durable and strong as a sword).
Again, still a WIP but compared to the other designs… I think I like mermaid best 💖
In general, I like to jump from one thing to another depending on my mood. Mary is kinda the same throughout all parts, but depending on the situation and part, she will be utilized differently. I rarely will ever have Mary from another part encroach on another part, so feel free to pull a Gappy and call her like, Mary 4 or Mary 7 (which is how I will be addressing them when discussing different parts). Each Mary will basically be self-contained in each part unless doing funny asks or something.
With that being said, here’s a small introduction to the Mary’s as well as some amateur art done in a similar style to Araki's sketches (below the cut):
Mary Yazawa (Mary 4)
An unassuming, average office lady without a care in the world who just moved in next to the Higashikata’s house. There’s no way this woman is anything but ordinary! Except… something isn’t adding up about this rather happy-go-lucky girl.
Favorite Food: “Onigiri. With salmon, extra avocado, and sesame seeds. Mmm… onigiri…”
Habit: Tends to refer to Rohan by title with his last name (‘Mr. Kishibe!’), much to his chagrin. Also has a tendency to dress in outrageous fashion or subcultures when not at work.
Mary Giovanna (Mary 5)
The ever-pleasant maiden of Napoli, she is certainly a sight to behold. Almost all know her by name and sight alone. Beneath her bright appearance, lies a jaded woman who is just trying to let her new family be happy.
F/Os: Bruno Bucciarati and Leone Abbacchio (Poly), Prosciutto
Familial/Platonic F/O: Giorno Giovanna (Half-sister), Bruno’s Gang (Older Sis/Mom figure)
Age: 21 (A few months younger than Leone, to his amusement)
Stand: Venus (Bananarama song)
Favorite Pastime: “Tuning the radio to listen to the opera.” [It reminds her of those dreams she once had.] “It’s especially wonderful to listen to with some lemon gelato.”
Habit: Has a bad habit of smoking- whether from cigarettes or hookahs. She claims she’s not that bad and can quit any time. Also tends to hog the bathroom to do her hair and makeup.
Mary Valentine (Mary 7)
Known as “America’s Sweetheart”, the darling daughter of the President of the United States is well-regarded and beloved by the citizens. Despite her sheltered tendencies, she truly wants the best for the people she adores. However, unraveling the truth behind the Steel Ball Run and her father’s real motivations may just call into question what she is actually capable of.
F/O: Diego Brando / Hot Pants
Platonic/Familial F/O: Funny Valentine (Father), Scarlet Valentine (Step-Mother), Johnny Joestar (Friend), Gyro Zeppeli (Friend), Lucy Steel (Considers her a younger sister and best friend), Blackmore and Mike O. (bodyguards/friends turned foes later).
Age: 20
Position: Although technically not the First Lady, Mary often takes the role of it when Scarlet is busy. Mary is the one who plans and coordinates most major parties or celebrations within the White House and for the Steel Ball Run. She’s been a hostess since she was a young girl, giving her plenty of experience party planning.
Stand: Happy Nation (Ace of Base song)
Favorite Book: “Pride and Prejudice, of course! Isn’t Mr. Darcy so dreamy? Imagine a man just like him~!”
Habit: Practically incapable of lying. She is a very honest and sincere woman, and can almost never tell a lie.
It was supposed to be her night. Her 10 year old brother had given her flowers he had saved up to buy right before she went on stage. She was finally going to be the prima donna she had set out to be ever since she first heard those operas.
Nothing could bring her down. It was all she had ever wanted and dreamed of. As she was preparing, a familiar face had asked to meet her in her dressing room. Of course, she obliged- she loved her fans more than anything. The man had offered her a drink, a toast to celebrate her debut as the first woman in tonight’s show. The drink was bitter, but she was much too excited to think much of it. Alcohol wasn’t something she particularly cared for, she thought.
She had trained for this. She was ready, raving to go and perform for the masses. The other actress had smiled sweetly and wished her “good luck”. The young woman didn’t think too deeply about it, preparing herself and remembering her lessons. Back straight. Wide smile.
It started off swimmingly. The audience was captivated, and finally, her solo was to come. She played her part, setting herself up in center stage, turning to the audience as she took a deep breath. Her voice echoed the lyrics she had been practicing for weeks on end.
Her throat itched. She gulped, trying to keep her composure. The show must go on. She swallowed roughly. No, it will go on. An awkward and pained smile graced her red lips. She would not mess this up. Not when she was finally here. Not after all the time her and the others had spent preparing for tonight.
The pain grew worse, practically burning her throat inside and out. She was straining to get her voice to make the beautiful music she was doing earlier. The others had begun to stare at her with worry. Was it nerves? Anxiety? A sore throat?
Tears had formed on the corner of her eyes, making her blink rapidly to not ruin the makeup they had so lovingly painted on her. No, no, no, no! Not tonight!
It was agony. She just had to hit this note and-
A loud scream echoed in the theater as she collapsed to her knees. She gripped her throat and sobbed as the sensation worsened. She could barely let out a sound as her voice grew more and more away from her. She coughed and choked on her own blood, causing the others to huddle around her.
The audience gasped as they stood up, watching as the leading lady was in obvious distress. The rest of the night was a blur. She remembered begging for her brother, but her voice wouldn’t let her. Nothing came out of her mouth. The others had tried to help as she was heaving in and out, hysterical as she couldn’t say what was wrong.
She remembered the way that actress had grinned throughout the whole thing.
She awoke in the hospital bed days later. Her voice was hoarse and she couldn’t let out a sound. Her brother was beside her, terrified but grateful she was finally awake. She couldn’t find it in her to feel the same.
Not after they told her she would never be able to hit those same notes again. Not after they had dashed her dream and cut it to little pieces. Not after she found the actress had taken her place as prima donna. Not after that woman was written about for her performance, while she was a side note due to a freak accident, they said.
The flowers from her fans meant nothing. As far as she was concerned, she was a dead woman walking. After her young brother had left her, she laid back on the uncomfortable white bed, in the terribly sterile white room, and screamed as loud as she could.
No sound left her throat as she sobbed while clutching the paper that had wrote about that terrible, terrible night.
Thinks about kid Haruno and kid Mary tryna teach each other their mother tongues. Haruno knows a bit of Japanese and of course is better in Italian, while Mary is fluent in Arabic and English. Haruno tries to copy some of her Arabic words (mostly just silly expressions she adds in between her Italian) and finds them funny. I think he’d also like how she writes his name in Arabic.
Summary: Haruno is surprised when he opens the door to see a random American girl waiting outside one day. Although they're supposedly related, Haruno isn't too keen on sharing his room with her or getting too comfortable with her. But... maybe this new girl isn't all that bad. Even if neither of them can speak the same language.
Relationship: Platonic! Giorno Giovanna/Haruno Shiobana x OC (gen-no romance)
Rating: SFW
Word Count: ~2.1k
Notes: light swearing from Giorno's stepfather, Giorno's backstory, language misunderstandings, but overall pretty light? If you don't think about it too hard. Just enjoy the way Mary and Giorno first met as kids. Since this is from when they were kids, Giorno will be referred to as "Haruno" here.
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“I’ll never forget what you did for me.”
Those words repeated in Haruno’s ears for many years to come. Helping that man from the street reaped rewards his young mind could not even comprehend. Suddenly, his stepfather had stopped harassing and hitting him. The neighborhood boys would no longer mock his heritage and instead invited him to sit beside them. He was able to enjoy free scoops of gelato that he otherwise would not have been able to afford.
To the five year old Haruno, this was practically a dream come true- all thanks to that gangster.
What he never could have expected, ever, in his dreams, was what had happened a few days after his sixth birthday.
There was a knock at the door. Haruno waited, wondering if it was another of his stepfather’s “friends” coming to visit. The knocking continued, making Haruno curious as to why his stepfather wasn’t getting it. He sighed, put his book down, and went to get the door.
He opened the door, raising a brow when he saw a young girl outside with a suitcase beside her. The girl was a lot taller than him, with sunkissed skin and freckles adoring her face. Her hair was dark brown and wavy at the bottom, the top of it clipped back with many different butterfly clips. She had on small gold hoops and was chewing gum loudly with an awkward expression. She didn’t look to be from here. She cocked her head when she saw Haruno and pulled out an envelope from the large front pocket of her jean overalls.
“So, uh, is this where I’m supposed to be?” She asked in English, fidgeting with a gold necklace around her neck. Haruno realized that the necklace said something, but it was not with any letters from the Roman alphabet. It looked to be a bunch of curvy circles and lines with two diamonds at the bottom of one the lines. Not something he had ever seen before. He was obviously too entranced with her necklace to respond, making the girl bend down to him slightly and wave her hand in front of his face.
“Hello? Come on, am I at the right place?” she repeated in English, although with an exhausted tone. Haruno didn’t understand, giving her a far out look in response. She seemed to realize her mistake and huffed while pulling out a small flashcard. “Uh… ciao!”
“Ciao…” Haruno said back quietly. The girl swallowed.
“I am… supposed to … stay here,” she explained in the best Italian she could muster from the card. “I am… new sister.”
“I don’t have a sister,” Haruno responded, about to shut the door on her. Must be another scam. Or the wrong address.
“W-wait!” She cried, stopping the door from fully being closed, then spoke in English again. “I’m supposed to be here!”
The commotion caused Haruno’s stepfather to grumble and walk down the stairs. “What the hell did you do this time, huh, Haruno?” He began before freezing upon seeing the girl. “And who the hell are you?”
The girl sighed loudly and just held out the large envelope to him. It was addressed to him, making him wonder what this all was about. “If your boss is makin’ a kid come out to extort me, well, I gotta say, that’s a new low-” he ranted before he gasped. His eyes scanned over the letter inside and he gulped. He stared in shock at the girl then reread the letter again. He repeated this a few more times before chuckling nervously and moving himself and Haruno to the side. “Come in, come in.”
“What are you-”
“Quiet, you,” his stepfather threatened. The girl lugged her bag with her and stood in the middle of the small house, looking around the living room as if it were an alien land. His stepfather gestured to the girl.
“Haruno, this is apparently your half-sister. From your dad, I guess. She’ll be staying with us from now on,” he explained. “How the hell am I supposed to afford another mouth, huh, jackass?”
Haruno’s eyes widened while his stepfather continued to grumble at the letter. “Half-sister?”
“Yeah, something about her being from America and shit. Whatever, she can deal with you.”
He shoved the letter at Haruno, before walking off, leaving the two supposed siblings alone. Well, now that he knew she was from America, it explained why she looked so different and could barely speak any Italian. The girl fidgeted before pointing at where his stepfather went.
“Father?” She asked.
“Stepfather,” he corrected, although she scratched her cheek slightly, making him assume she couldn’t understand that either. He decided to make it a bit easier for her by nodding. “Yes, father.”
The girl’s eyes lightened as she nodded, happy she finally understood something. “My… my name is! My name is Mariam,” she started. Haruno thought the way she said her name was pretty, sounding similarly like the Italian he was used to hearing. She flinched for a second then coughed. “No, uh, my name is Mary.”
“Mary.” She nodded again at him, giving him a small thumbs up. He pointed to himself.
“Haruno.”
“Haruno,” she repeated, curling her r’s. He never thought most Americans could do that, from what he heard of the normal American tourists, at least.
“Am so happy to be here,” Mary tried to say. It was awkward and clunky, but she was trying, making Haruno feel somewhat sympathetic to her. He didn’t respond back, since, frankly, he knew nothing about her. It wouldn’t exactly be honest to say he was happy to see her in his house. Who knew what she could do to ruin the good fortune he was having this time around.
“Hey! Haruno!” His stepfather yelled, breaking Haruno from his thoughts. “Show her upstairs. You and that girl can share a room.”
“W-what? Why?” Haruno asked, a tinge of disappointment in his voice he was not afraid to express now thanks to his guaranteed protection.
“Because I said so, that’s why. There’s no other place in this house. You’re a damn kid anyways, you can share.”
Haruno wanted to argue that technically, there was that guest room no one used, but he didn’t want to push his luck. He already was on thin ice. Haruno glanced to Mary with a defeated expression and made an arm movement to have her follow him. She did so and followed him up the stairs, the luggage banging against it with every step. He showed her the room and Mary noticed a bed.
She smiled at seeing the bed before understanding from the size and objects in the room that this was for Haruno, not her. She deflated slightly, before mumbling a quick ‘thank you’. She unzipped her bag and removed a blanket to lay on the floor a bit away from the bed. Mary looked back at Haruno, as if asking for his permission.
Not like he could object, so he nodded and sat on his bed- his bed, for him, not her.
There were no extra pillows around, so Mary grabbed a bunch of her clothes and bundled it together, tossing it on the floor to make a makeshift pillow. She then rested her head on the poor excuse of a pillow and covered herself in the thin blanket, adjusting herself to get a feel for how her new life on this wooden floor would be.
It hurt like hell.
Not like she could object to this anyways.
She sat back up and folded the blanket away, before biting her lip, unsure of what to say. She then snapped her fingers and brought out a small book and flipped through its pages.
“Ah, um, I am… ten… years old,” she squinted as she read the page. “I like… to… draw!”
He shrugged and went along with it. “I am six. What can you draw?”
She flipped through the book frantically, making Haruno just grab a notebook and spare red crayon he had lying about. He tapped the crayon against the page and Mary hesitantly took the crayon and notepad. She tapped the crayon against her chin before she began drawing, scratching the paper with every stroke. She proudly showed off her crude drawing of a cat juggling.
Haruno’s eyes widened in amazement. He could barely draw a circle, but she drew many of them! Mary giggled and then flipped to another page. She pondered what to do next before she snickered and made a large circle on the page. On the top of the circle, she made a tiny dot and then flipped the notebook to him, unable to contain her laughter.
He wasn’t sure what was funny about it until she pointed at the small circle and yelled, “fat cat!”
His brief knowledge of English took him a second to process it before he pointed at the circle with her. “Fat cat?”
“Mhm! It’s soooo fat, it takes up the whole page!” She laughed, expanding her hands wide. Haruno didn’t know why, but the way she laughed caught his interest. It sounded nicer than when his stepfather laughed cruelly or when his mother had laughed dryly. Or when the adults outside laughed due to social norms, or when the schoolchildren laughed mockingly at him.
Mary just sounded genuine to him compared to the others. It was a pretty laugh.
Mary didn’t notice his staring, instead focusing on her drawing with her back turned to him. Haruno tried to peek over her shoulder but she shook her head.
“No, no, wait! I can’t show you yet!” She said, despite him not knowing English. He could parse her ‘no’, though, so he stayed still and waited patiently.
After a few moments, she excitedly showed off her drawing of two small people. One was a girl with long lines for hair, with pretty eyelashes, a crown, a dress, and heels. The other was a boy who looked smaller, with a square shirt with buttons and long pants. The boy had hair drawn similarly to Haruno’s and wore a big crown. All around them were random things like butterflies, a bush, a horrible looking tree with what he assumed were fruits on it, a “castle” in the background, and even random birds and squirrels.
On the top, in bad Italian, was “my brother.”
Haruno gasped at this drawing, pointing at the picture of the boy then himself. Mary nodded and Haruno softened. He gestured for the crayon and Mary gave it to him. He grabbed the notebook from her and Mary whined when she saw him begin to use the crayon on top of her art.
“Hey!”
However, Giorno flipped the book back to her and showed her that nothing from her art was changed. The only thing he did was fix was the small phrase she wrote.
“It’s ‘my little brother’, like this. Not like that,” he explained as he showed her the extra letters he added to correct it. She took note of it and grinned as she read out the Italian slowly.
“My little brother. Haruno.”
Haruno did wonder why she was so quick to refer to him as her little brother, given they had only barely met a bit ago. It did feel nice to be referred to like that, but something in him was telling him to not be too open right now. She was still an unknown variable in his life.
Mary didn’t notice him reflecting on her and instead was busy playing with a strand of hair. Haruno stared at the shiny, plastic butterfly clips she had on her head.
“Butterfly,” he stated, hoping she’d understand. Mary popped the bubble she blew from her gum then took off one of her clips.
“You want it?” She asked, handing it to him. He didn’t know what she was trying to accomplish, before she instead leaned over and brushed aside some of his black hair. She clipped the butterfly a bit above his ear and grinned. “Tada! Bella!”
She looked so proud of herself for clipping his hair and using that word that he couldn’t help but let out a grin.
“Yes… bella,” Haruno agreed.
Mary clapped and had a wide smile on her face, finally looking more happy than when she first arrive. It’s a nice smile, too, Haruno thought.
