mArInA (lol its aia like aya :D)

APPEARANCE

How is Marina supposed to care what she looks like when its her Master’s whims that really matter? Her whole life revolves around single ideas that he has had. She wears baby-doll dresses that hug her chesticles and poof out so he can’t see her hips. She has bows and braids drawn into her hair, to hide the waves and curls that could make her look grown-up.

Alright, alright so if she goes missing and one of the other harem girls is foolish enough cares enough to talk about it and tell people to keep a look out for her, they may need to fill out some reports, like in the olden days spent in the Districts, where at least there were humans and adults to take care of things, not like the childs-minds here. Back to reports, reports would have to include her basics like height, weight, skin, hair, and eye colors. You’ve won her over, she’s willing enough to offer up these tid-bits of her physical existence.

Marina is rather pale, but she supposes if she were allowed to play outside more like a not real pretend harem kid she would tan just like any other. Lets call her Caucasian for now. But that’s still a wonder and a half, when you think of Ms. “Papadopoulos.” With a name like hers, you’d expect a brown-skinned foreigner of some sort, perhaps the kind with a dominant unibrow trait, and a love of warm weather. She may come from a foreign family, but Marina was “adopted” at a young age, which leaves her with a half-pathetic, sometimes ironic name to describe her honey and milky appearance.

On the subject of milk, one might as well skip ahead to her eyes. Let the records show they’re blue, light and flecked with darker specks of an unidentified color. (Unidentified because they are either a, too far away for you to spot them b, belonging to the sort of girl whose eye flecks people generally don’t care about, or c, directed downwards in an attempt to deflect attention from her pitiful person – look! Is that a more interesting and exotic person to her left? Perhaps you should look at them instead of her, yeah forget this whole police report appearance and skip to the other girl standing pretty and tall) Her eyes aren’t very piercing, and besides the sheen of watery nervousness, one might describe them as flat and apathetic. Not the sort of eyes you want to turn to for comfort, but the ones you want your significant other to have when they break your heart and call you a fat ass. Calculating, slightly out-of-this-world. Like they’re trying their hardest to rebel against everything Marina has ever been allowed to become, perhaps they belong to an Old Soul who should have could have would have been.

The rest of her face is a mix of white girl on white. She has unmanaged, but favorably shaped eye brows that give her an arched and surprised appearance when combined with her slack-jaw lips. There’s a distinguishing mark on the left side of her jaw, where she nicked her face in a childhood razor scooter drag-race turned painful trip to the secret doctor who cares for Master’s girls. She has a very straight nose which flares out to the sides as it ends in regular and very feminine nostrils. The skin beneath her eyes is slightly shadowed from years of insomnia mixed with unhappy genetics, but iconcealer and base-foundation and bronzers easily solve the issue, without drawing attention to her age. Her lips are a light color, giving their wide pout an almost thing edge, which really doesn’t make any sense when you give much thought.

On the note of irrational lips, lets move to another pair of somethings: her legs! They’re not exactly short, but the thing is that her torso is so neatly cut in this long, slender way that any legs beneath the size of a big daddy spider’s in comparison to its torso would look short. She can’t help her abnormally slender body, and with an inconsistent flow of food to her tight tummy, her whole body usually takes on the appearance of that one girl in Willy Wonka that has to be put through a stretching machine by some idiots who think the torso and the legs should appear to be about the same length as each other.

If she could afford, or actually had some of her very own money, to buy clothes to enhance her legs and hide her torso, she would. Hell, Marina would resort to Capitol surgery, if she could. But she is au natural according to her Master’s wishes.

Besides the other details, Marina is of smallish stature, she’s 5’’2 and kept on a very strict diet to prevent unwanted curves and times of months from happening to her. She is truly the epitome of a little girl, minus the fact that she’s.. she’s some years old? Something in the late teens, if her method of keeping track of time has served her well. Her hair is brown, and very neatly assorted every morning by her nanny, and she has absolutely no muscle definition. But Marina is changing, finally, as she.. well suddenly her diet isn’t so restricted and her hair is wild and free.

PERSONALITY

MARINA Sage Papadopoulos

Marina feels she’s like the tomato of all nuts. Tomatoes are those weird fruits that act like vegetables, and depending whether you’re a Soviet Commie or a True Patriot, you can hold different opinions, in fact you will never agree because true patriots don’t get along with those god-damned commies, Jesus Christ. To some, Marina is the epitome of average (as far as that word stretches for true humans, now that you “average person” is a flesh-eating freak) However, to others she has a quirk in just the wrong place that make’s her alien to them. How do you suppose, perchance, that she acquired the nickname “Veronica

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