Marguerite Jacobson

[Marguerite Jacobson]

THERE'S A STORM
ON THE STREETS
B U T Y O U S T I L L D O N ' T RUN
W A T C H I N G A N D W A I T I N G
F O R T H E R A I N T O C O M E


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I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
Now, I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive

NAME|| Marguerite Elizabeth Jacobson
NICKNAMES|| Mary, Margie, Mary beth, Marebear
AGE/BIRTHDAY|| 973 / February 20th, 1032 (Died at the age of 7)
GENDER/ORIENTATION|| Female / Too young
SPECIES|| Vampire
CANON|| no


FACE CLAIM|| Ryan Newman
HAIR COLOR|| Brunette
EYE COLOR|| light blue/grey
ANIMAL COLOR|| n/a
BLOOD DIET|| Humans and Werewolves
BUILD|| 40lbs, 3’4”, slight. No real muscle build, and very small. Almost doll like
STYLE|| Whatever fits. Mary has worn all of the styles over the years and still sometimes prefers to wear fancy dresses like from the Victorian era. Likes playing the part of the child that she looks.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| young age, delicate features, porcelain skin, light eyes/dark hair contrast


PERSONALITY|| Marguerite does not have any real humanity left in her from her human days. Over the years it has diminished and then finally expired. She can still act human, but is not even close. Through her second life she has become more animal than human. Mary enjoys blood torture and others pain more than anything but could honestly care less about anyone but herself. She will keep others around her for her own amusement but doesn’t care what happens to them and often gets bored and disposes of them in the long run. She does not anger easily but there are sore subjects and her rages often end with bodies on the floor. Consider her like a perpetual toddler. Unfortunatly since <ary was turned so young her body had not had time to develop whilst her mind continued to grow. Therefore she had urges that she can’t fulfill and instead turns to torture in order to satisfy herself. She delights in others pain, and is rumored to be behind some of the biggest serial killer massacres in history (Hannibal Lector, Pedro Lopez, Jeffery Dahmer etc.). Mary however does not follow directions easily and must be in control. The only people she will listen to is Kohl, Elijah, and Klaus because she knows they are older, more powerful and she respects them (in a twisted way). However do not confuse her listening as obedience. She hates following directions and will only do it grudgingly while trying to find a way around it. Has been known to abduct others as pets until being forced to either release them or she kills them (sometimes even kids).
LIKES/STRENGTHS||

• Killing
  
• Torture
  
• Blood
  
• Tricking others
  
• Others Pain
  
• Influencing the events around her
  
• Playing up her role as a child
  
• Alcohol
  
• Manipulating others
  

DISLIKES/WEAKNESSES||

• People who bore her
  
• Being told what to do
  
• Not being able to get her ‘kicks’
  
• Throws temper tantrums
  
• Can be childish
  
• Wooden stake through the heart
  
• Large amounts of concentrated vervain
  
• Werewolf or Hybrid bite
  
• Decapitation
  
• Heart ripped out
  
• Heightened emotions
  
• Fire
  
• Invitation into a home
  
• Magic
  
• Being threatened
  

SECRETS/FEARS|| Is sort of lonely, hates having to always have an adult with her since she looks so young, doesn’t have any surviving vampire children.
SKILLS||

• Extremely skilled in compulsion
  
• Extremely strong (due to age)
  
• Extremely fast (due to light weight and age)
  
• heightened senses
  
• Supernatural healing
  
• Torture
  

OCCUPATION|| N/A
FAMILY||
Charles R. Jacobson – 52 – Father – Deceased (since 1059) (Died of Disease)
Helen A. Jacobson – 45 – Mother – Deceased (since 1049) (Died of Disease)
Sarah M. Thatcher – 38 – Older Sister – Deceased (since 1065) (Casualty of War)
William C. Jacobson – 41 – Younger Brother – Deceased (since 1071) (Casualty of War)
Anna M. Thatcher – 8 – Niece – Deceased (Since 1046) (Died of Disease)
Jonathan ______ - Unknown – Vampire Maker – Deceased (Since 1040)
HOMETOWN|| Small village in England that no longer exists
HISTORY||Marguerite was born to Charles and Helen in a time when there was only a 50% chance that a child would survive to see adult hood. Disease and sickness were rampant in England and many had already either died or fled the chaos. Charles and Helen had firmly held their ground refusing to leave and raising their older daughter Sarah when Mary was born. They were delighted with their new bundle of joy, but from the get go it seemed that something was very wrong indeed for their new baby girl would not cry, and just seemed content to watch everyone closely. As the years passed they continued to notice Mary’s other strange traits such as the fact that she seemed fascinated by danger and blood, and sometimes acted violent towards the other children. When she was 6 Mary came down with Polio. She was given a few months to live under strict bed rest. It nearly drove her mother insane to watch Mary grow weaker every day. One night while she slept uneasily a man appeared in her room. The man approached her bed and made her swallow a few drops of his blood. She threw up over the side of the bed in fear and disgust but the man was gone and she wondered if it had been a dream. The next day her parents were shocked to find their daughter doing better. They said it was witchcraft and that she had been possessed when she told them of the man.
He came back several more times: each time giving her a few drops of blood, and each time she felt better. Her birthday passed and she was almost back to full health. That was the night he came. In the middle of the night he came for her and abducted the sleeping child without waking her sister. He took her far away from her family (who never knew the truth about what happened to their little girl), and back to his home. There she learned the frightening truth about vampires and learned of the twisted man who was now in control of her life. Jonathan was a perverted man who turned children when they were young, then he would rape and torture them until their minds couldn’t take it and they went insane before putting them down. Several times he came for Mary, and through it all she remained just barely sane. It wasn’t until he turned the wrong man’s daughter that anyone stepped in to interfere. His own Maker Kol (One of the originals) was furious at what his ‘child’ had been doing and killed him. All of the children who had been in Jonathan’s care had to be put down because of their lack of sanity for they were raving monsters who couldn’t follow rules or behave civilly. All but Mary. Somehow she had remained mostly sane through it all. But it did seem that her change had awoken a part of her that had remained dormant as a human. Her first night alone as a vampire, Mary murdered an entire small town nearby and was found by Kol dancing merrily in the town square covered in blood and surrounded by body parts. He took her to stay with him and his family where they could keep an eye on her and hopefully teach her to follow the rules better.
For several years he kept a tight rein on the troublesome child until he finally felt that she was able to follow their rules and remain conspicuous (And of course he was getting sick of babysitting her). Of course she had only been pretending to understand what he wanted for she could care less if Vampires were discovered. The only thing she had truly learned while under Kol’s watchful eyes was to do whatever she wanted… but not to get caught. The years passed and Mary stayed in the shadows manipulating and murdering her way through time without anyone being the wiser. However she always had to keep someone nearby wherever she went, as it was inappropriate for a child to be on her own and no matter how mature her mind was she was still trapped in a child’s body. Compelled humans were perfect for this purpose, and very disposable if needed as well since she could always just find a new one. She travelled all over the world imitating the styles around her to blend in, and learning much. But her many years began to jade her even more. She could no longer remember her family, and human emotions were far beyond her now. Mary no longer cared about anything and was turning into more predator than human. One woman who had crouched groveling on the floor by Mary’s feet to be spared had described her as like a wild tiger: She could care less weather you lived or died. If she wasn’t hungry she may spare you, but piss her off and your life was as good as gone. The choice was entirely up to you though.

960 years after her rebirth Mary Beth realized she was bored and lonely. She wanted someone that she could share her life with, but who could also stay around and would bore her. She searched everywhere she went for someone that she felt was worthy of becoming her companion but no one could keep her entertained and often freaked when they found out her true nature. She had begun to consider just turning someone her own age for companionship. That is until she found you young man in 2009 in a park near a small town in North Carolina. He was sitting on a bench watching the people roaming the park cautiously, but it was easy for her to tell that he was searching for a victim because she knew that look on her own face. She confronted him and after they came to an understanding he agreed to travel with her. This gave her the perfect opportunity that she needed because Zach knew all about her, and even though he didn’t approve of everything she did he accepted it. He became her companion and they travelled together for 2 years wreaking havoc on society and killing people as they went. Now that they are in New Orleans, god only knows what kind of trouble they will cause.


BEHIND THE SCENES|| Pinki
OTHER CHARACTERS|| Bonnie Bennett, Allison Walker, Alec Miller, Carter Miller, Zach Moore
CONTACT|| pm through site
RP SAMPLE||
This life was beginning to get boring. The mice were no longer hard to catch, and she grew bored with their silly little games. If she hadn’t promised Kol that she would stay under the radar she would have massacred this whole town by now and danced in their blood as if it were a delightful summer rain. But no, she must think of thoughts like that. They could get her into trouble, especially since her thoughts never wanted to stay in her head and often had a way of manifesting themselves in the skin of those around her. She shared a secret smile with herself remembering her latest masterpiece. The woman’s skin had split under her tools like butter, and her blood had been so rich and delicious that she had hardly been able to restrain herself long enough to even finish her design. But she had, and when she had removed the skin from the woman she was delighted. It was such a fun past time, too bad they never stayed alive long enough for her to see them as a wriggling red mass of pain at her feet. But there was no use thinking of such things now. She would just have to find a way to keep them alive longer, but later.

Mary’s delicate hands fluttered down her pink striped dress smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles as she surveyed the occupants of the park. Each of them was the same, maybe a different packaging, but the same none the less. Just then the child spotted a peculiar man sitting on a bench under a tree watching the people just as intently as she had been a moment before. She moved closer to where he sat in her delicate steps that seemed more like dancing than walking. To anyone else, he would appear as though he were only amusing himself by people watching, but Mary knew the look on his face very clearly, because she had one of her own. She walked closer still examining him like a cat would examine a crawling bug. He looked up then having felt her stare and met her eyes. He must not have liked the knowing he way there because he quickly stood up and walked away. The child followed him with a delicate smile. Anyone who didn’t know would just think they were siblings, unless of course they away what happened next. The young man darted off the path and behind an old groundskeeping shed by the woods. He spun to see if the girl would appear but Mary was already behind him. “You know, you’ll never find what you’re looking for like that… You need to be less conspicuous about it.” The man spun around and glared at her with a wicked looking knife in his hands. She chuckled. “I can teach you, you know…” He lowered the knife. “Go back to your mother child.” Mary decided to drop the act and let the emotion slip from her face. “My mother died nearly a century ago, boy. Now put that silly knife away before I rip out your throat.” Her fangs had lowered, and as tough-as-nails as Zach was, he couldn’t help but be startled and plunge the knife hilt deep into her little chest staining the pink dress. But she didn’t look shocked or even in pain. She just started to giggle childishly. “Oh, I like you. You’re fun.” And with that Mary flitted away as quick as she could leaving poor Zach stunned in the park and left without any answers as to what had just happened.

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