THIS LITTLE MARY-SUE IS MINE, BETCHES. *Shakes fist*
Name: Mayley
Gender: Female
Age: Recently turned 13 years of age.
Typically, Mayley wears a sensible, russet colored blouse underneath a thin, white sleeveless overdress.
+Anima: Dingo
+Anima Marking: A canine’s paw with claws on the five toes. This marking is located on the palm of her right hand.
+ Anima Abilities: Her canine teeth grow sharper, some of her teeth turn into fangs, and she gains a ginger colored tail that is bushy, though when she gets furious enough to bring out her +Anima, you’d hardly see it wagging. Her +Anima allows her to howl loud enough to be heard from many miles away, though she can not bark.
Likes: Outdoor activities and games, watching the beautiful moon, and making her friends happy.
Dislikes: Being taunted or provoked or having her friends mocked in any way. Also, Mayley hates being solitary.
Good at: Mayley can tolerate a heck of a lot of mental and physical abuse before she cracks, and she’s good natured to pranks and light jokes.
Bad at: Her logic can be stupid at times. Mayley has absolutely no sense of direction, either. Also, when she is pushed over the edge, mercy flies straight out of her mind.
Bio: Mayley was born to a 16-year-old girl who hated the child on sight. The irresponsible teen now turned into a single mother was fuming with rage after finally being kicked out by her parents. The teenager went for a long walk deep into the wilderness near her small town, taking her bawling infant with her. Time passed quickly, and night fell upon them. Before she knew it, they were surrounded by a pack of wild, if only curious, dingoes. Shrieking madly, the teenager tossed the baby at the dingoes and ran screaming all the way home.
Instead of chasing after the mother or eating the baby, the dingoes smelled the young, one-month-old baby and acknowledged it as an abandoned pup. They nurtured the young child until she was four, when they realized that the girl should be among her own kind. Carefully, they led her through the wilderness and back into the outskirts of civilization (A different town than the one that her mother came from. The two towns were on opposite sides of the vast wilderness), where she was discovered and raised by an old fisherwoman and her husband who were childless and absolutely delighted to find little Mayley.
Mayley had developed a Dingo +Anima the moment she landed on the ground from when her mother threw her. However, it didn’t need to be used for defending herself seeing as the dingoes raised her as one of their own. She retained her +Anima by sneaking out of the fisherwoman and her husband’s house every full moon and hunting and playing with her dingo family.
Though the young girl did not have clothes when she was discovered by the humans, there was a stretchable bead and wire bracelet that spelled out her name in clear, glass beads amongst the colored ones. It was the tradition for newborns from the village her mother came from for new infants to receive such a piece of jewelry.
When Mayley was ten, she threw this away in the middle of a lake while fishing with the old woman that adopted her after realizing that the couple couldn’t possibly have been her biological parents. Also, a wandering merchant the day before had told her the origin of the bracelet and had explained that infanticide by abandoning children in the wilderness was common from the town on the other side of the wilderness where she would have grown up in had her mother wanted her.
Two years later, her adoptive parents died within several days of each other. Greatly saddened and feeling incredibly lonely, Mayley gave them a burial and traveled the dangerous wilderness to find her birth parents. The journey was smooth, and Mayley tracked down her mother, which she hugged upon the surprised woman answering the door.
With a hard smack, her mother slapped her in the face and yelled at her to beat it. As Mayley’s face stung from the hateful blow and a red mark appeared, the mother grew increasingly frantic, having just been re-accepted by her own parents only a few months ago and having married the town’s mayor, who doled out severe punishments to those that had wronged him and who likely wouldn’t have spared his own wife from a hanging. The resemblance was undeniable, and before a crowd could come and spreads news and gossip, the mother ran into the house, grabbed a kitchen knife, and stabbed Mayley in the shoulder to get her to leave.
The hysteria and desperation from the mother made the wound much deeper than intended. Even the lightest cut wasn’t needed. The damage had already been done to Mayley’s soul even before the mother contemplated violence as a means of getting her to flee. Any harm after that was irrelevant to her.
With a wounded cry that made the mother flinch and feel remorse for many a day and night to come, Mayley ran as if demons nipped at her heels back into the very wilderness in which her mother threw her away to die.
She nursed her knife injury and lived and hunted by the first family that accepted her. Her +Anima was exercised every day until she knew how to use it skillfully. When the knife cut had scabbed and the wounds dealt to her heart had scarred, Mayley accepted that the wilderness was no place for her. She longed for human company and the joy of being with ones that loved her.
Now, she travels the towns of Asteria searching for companions, always unaware of the cruelties and wonders that life would bring her.
