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Canyon Application
May. 16th, 2022 05:40 pmPLAYER INFORMATION
✘ Name: Danielle
✘ Age: 29
✘ Contact:
✘ Character(s) currently in game: N/A
✘ Favorite horror tropes/events: I really couldn't pick! I love everything from horror comedy to body horror. I enjoy writing bloody messes and psychological meltdowns. Creepy dolls and children? Just look at this application. Absolutely.
✘ Limits/Triggers: none in particular (except very obviously, absolutely nothing sexual with this character)
✘ Invited by: Naya
CHARACTER INFORMATION
✘ Name: Mary
✘ Canon: Ib
✘ Canon Point: Post-Game (Promise of Reunion)
✘ Age: 9 (she has always been and will always be 9)
✘ History: here
✘ Personality:
You're assigned a group project. What role do you end up taking?
A group project? That sounds like fun! I really hope I'd do a good job...
[She trails off, thoughtful, pursing her lips in worry.]
I'm maybe not so used to working with other people, but I think I'd really try and do my best to make everybody happy. I'd want to be the leader, so I could make sure that nobody is doing a bad job!
[And maybe so she can do whatever it is that she wants, as seems to be evident by the gleam in her eyes. Perhaps listening and following along isn't her strongest suit.]
But, um, I guess if the project is something I don't know how to do, somebody else could be in charge. As long as I get to color, I think that would be good. I'm an artist just like my father, so I'd make anything look suuuper pretty!
[It seems to occur to her then, abruptly, that maybe somebody else would want to be the one doing the given project's artwork, and her happy and mischievous expression darkens. Mary fidgets.]
I should get to do what I want to do. It wouldn't be fair to make me do other things if I don't want to do them.
[Dangerous thoughts, dangerous. One way or another she'd be the one splashing the hypothetical project with color, even if it requires a blade to a neck to do it. And wouldn't someone's blood be just the prettiest color ever? An extra special, extra personal touch. With those images in mind, Mary lets out a happy bubble of laughter. Oh, yes, she thinks she can't wait to be able to do such a thing!]
You have the chance to anonymously send a letter to someone who's wronged you in the past. What does it say?
[It takes Mary a long time to decide what she'd say. Who the letter goes to is no question, but her emotions are so angry and jumbled that drawing it all out isn't any easy task.]
I thought we were friends. You said you would stay with me. Why did you run away? What did I do that made you so scared? It isn't fair it isn't fair how could you choose him? I wanted to be your friend forever, forever, and I wasn't going to hurt you!
You broke your promise. It really isn't nice. You burned me all up and you're bad, and I don't think you deserve all the things that you have. Am I bad for wanting to be free and to have a real life, real family, and friends? I don't think I am.
If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't try to be your friend. If we met again, I'd take everything you have. I'll make you know what it feels like to suffer all alone in the dark. I'll destroy you.
[But by the time she gets to the end, she can't contain herself. Mary screams, ripping into the letter with her teeth. Because she regrets her words? Because she doesn't want to hurt her so-called former friend? Or because she wants it so badly that it tears her apart to not have that chance? It's hard to tell, but the visceral nature of her feelings is obvious as she consumes her letter piece by piece.]
Someone you admire very much has just done something you find reprehensible. How do you deal with the situation?
[The question seems to shake Mary in some sort of way, because her expression goes hollow. Suddenly, she isn't the same little girl, happy-go-lucky but perhaps somewhat troubled, or socially awkward in her over exuberance. There's a darkness in her big eyes, and speaks with the evenness of someone who has seen far more many years than someone her apparent age possibly could.]
If someone can't play nice, they have to go away.
[But what, exactly, does she consider nice? And how does she mean to get rid of them? The sharp tool she grips in her small hand doesn't indicate anything good. But all at once she's smiling again, hiding the object behind her back, and she laughs.]
I'm just kidding! I'm sure if I just show them how they made me feel, they won't cause trouble anymore. And then we'll be friends forever and nothing bad will ever happen again.
[Somehow, her smile doesn't feel so innocent anymore. It's a malicious, insidious caricature of what a little girl's smile ought to be like. Everything about the way she laughs and jokes is inherently wrong, fabricated.]
When you love somebody, you stay with them no matter what. Even if they made me really angry, I wouldn't let them get away.
If you could achieve all your goals right now, what would your life look like?
Right now? That would be amazing, if it could happen right now! I really only have one goal.
[She presses her hands together, taking a deep breath and smiling. For a moment, Mary seems to savor in some vivid imagining, her eyes gently closed. When she opens them again, they're beaming more brightly than ever, her smile wider and wider.]
I want to be with my father. That would be the most perfect thing, if I could be together with him. I'll be just the best daughter, so he'll never have any reason to put me away in the dark again. We'll be so happy, and I'll get to see so many things that I've read about in books, like the ocean! Maybe I'd even have friends, and they'd never, ever want to go away from me. We'll all always tell the truth to each other, and draw all the time!
[It's like she can see it all playing out in real time right before her...but, of course, none of it is really happening, so a bit of her excitement begins to fade.]
That would be the best...but if I could just be free, no matter what it looked like, I'd be happy.
Someone tells you all your flaws. What did they tell you, and are they right or wrong?
They'd tell me I'm scary...but I'm not scary at all! I'm really nice, and I just want to be friends, that's all!
[Mary hesitates, her eyes darting to the side like she knows as if she's fibbing, or at the very least minimizing the truth.]
Sometimes, I just get really upset, I do things that maybe confuse people. I can't really help it, it's the way that father made me. I really don't mean to scare or hurt anyone. If it looks like that, it's just because I'm scared, too.
[Her expression hardens along with her resolve. Mary stamps a foot with every claim of her own innocence.]
They're wrong if they say that. Wrong, wrong, wrong! It's not fair if I get called jealous, or impulsive, because they don't know what it's like to be something like me! I want things really hard, and I've waited so long and so patiently, so I have to take every chance I can to get them. Doesn't that make sense? Isn't it understandable? Someone who calls me hurtful things just doesn't understand, and probably wouldn't even try.
[It seems as if she's taking the exercise a little too seriously--maybe she's already been confronted with some of her worst traits once before, and didn't take it all so well.]
✘ Type: Earth Elemental
✘ Powers:
Power 1: She can create yellow roses from her own body, which can only be removed if cut or torn from her. The more her body transforms, the less difficult this will be for her, but in the beginning is generally painful. Fortunately, like a live plant, the spots where she's been pruned will heal and make room for more growth. When sprouting, the roses generally reflect her own well-being. Discolorations, wilting, and rot are all evidence of poor health (physically or otherwise). If she goes too long without proper sunshine or hydration, Mary generally can't grow new flowers at all.
Power 2: She can talk with plants, trees included. The way that she can hear them is more through physical and emotional connection and not particularly with words. Mary forms a connection with different flora and fauna by embracing them, and they can be just as influenced by her feelings as she can theirs.
Power 3: She can speed up the growth of existing plants around her, from anything as small as a seed. The more she tries to grow something, however, the more tired she gets. Considering her own small stature, growing something as big and sturdy as a tree would be almost impossible for her, unless she simply grew it a little bit at a time. Flowers and creeping vines and grassy weeds are best for her to manipulate.
✘ Inventory: A yellow rose made out of paper and a palette knife.
✘ Sample: TDM Toplevel at Apocalypse How and:
[Mary lifted the knife and brought it down. Lifted it, and brought it back down again.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
The doll that she stabbed felt nothing as she filled it with holes, tore at its stuffing, busted seams. Why? Why wouldn't it talk to her?]
Stop it! Don't ignore me!
[Tears welled in her eyes, her teeth grinding. Mary's little arm ached, but she wouldn't stop, because it needed to learn a lesson. This isn't how you treat your friends. As it looked less and less like the sweet-faced creature it once resembled, its button eyes drifted apart by a wide split down the center of its face, the anger and the hurt began to twist and spin. Before she knew it, she was laughing, choking on her own hedonistic urge to spread the violence further. Oh, if only it could bleed. It would be so beautiful.]
You weren't being fair, you see? I'm a good, good, good girl!
[Someone in the playground was crying, but Mary was a million miles under water. She'd get tired eventually, and when she did, she'd be confronted with her own emptiness once again. She'd scoop up the battered little doll and hold it close, apologize, and promise to stitch it back together.]
