Name: Mara Qyrana

Age: Look 28, Real 58

Weapon Affinity: Cinquedea

Color: Teal

Species: Dhampir

FC: Amanda Seyfried

From the very beginning, Mara was taught to never trust a single soul, not even her own flesh and blood. Her mother had died after giving birth to her daughter and so her father, the man who was supposed to love and cherish her, abandoned her. He’d lost the love of his life because of the child and because of that, he couldn’t look at her without wanting to rip her to shreds and knowing his late wife wouldn’t forgive him if she knew he had taken the life of their only child, he fled, vowing to never look the little girl in the eye again. The little blonde girl had no other living family members so she was put into an adoption agency. Years past and she had yet to be adopted though she had grown close to the others she lived with. Parents would never give her a second glance and she believed it was because her whole appearance was hideous, that no one could even stand to look at something as disgusting as her. It was a thought no child should think of themselves but the adults who were in charge of the adoption agency treated her like dirt so what else could she think? She was close to the other children but day by day, she had grown to envy them all because of how perfectly they were treated. She watched, day by day, as each kid was adopted, leaving her on her own. The only people she was friends with were the two kids she’d met at the park one day. Mara tended to sneak out at night and she’d always find herself at this park where she’d sit on one of the slides and stare up the sky, waiting for the sunset. The two kids would always be at the empty playground at the same time and from the very beginning, she felt a need to be close to them.

Then, she was days away from turning eighteen and finally being able to leave the agency, eager to move on and hopefully get a job. She’d surprisingly gotten stronger the past few weeks and her once weak fingers could lift things that no ordinary seventeen year old could lift. However, before her birthday had arrived, she had gotten into a fight with one of the other adopted teens she lived with. The girl was a year younger and had quite the attitude which managed to tick Mara off to the point where she couldn’t stop her fist from connecting with the girls face. Blood. That was all she saw because the dark, thick liquid went everywhere. She could even faintly see that the girls nose was broken just by the angle it was at. The scene alone kept her frozen in place.. She did notice how much stronger she’d gotten but she had no idea it’d be this worse.

Just like her father had done when she was a baby, Mara fled the scene before anyone could get to her. She ran until she made it to the same park she always found herself at and the first thing she noticed were her friends. She told them what had happened and the look the two shared didn’t go unnoticed by her. The blonde called them out on it but instead of telling her the truth, they kept quiet, only to utter, “you’ll find out sooner or later.”

The friends let her stay with them as the next couple of days went by and before she knew it, it was her eighteenth birthday. She didn’t bother paying much attention to it and started her morning off like she usually did but this time around, the oldest of her two friends, Isadora, told her she was taking her somewhere and that she would need to get ready quickly. The other friend of hers, Diana, stayed behind and wished her a good luck which caught her off guard. What could they be planning? She though as she made herself presentable before leaving the house with Isaiah.

Instead of leaving the house like she thought they would, he lead her into the cottage nearby. The front door opened to reveal a room full of weapons. She looked on in awe as she stepped further into the room and though she was confused when she heard him tell her to look over the weapons as well as pick them up, she did as she was told.

To Isadora’s disappointment, nothing seemed to happen at first and she’d begun to lost hope until Mara picked up a dagger with a wide, stiff cut blade, a short sword known as the Cinquedea. The dagger began to light up into a teal color which quickly brought a smile to his face.

Mara’s eyes widened as she held the dagger, her hues darting back to Isaiah with a look that told her she needed to explain which she did. Isadora told her that she was a Dhampir, going into every detail. From then on, she learned to use her weapon to the best of her abilities. She also was trained in order to keep her Runes, as Isadora would call them, under control. Who knew what could possibly happen if she were to misuse her powers.

She continued her training until she felt she was ready to go on her own which she was quick to do. She was eager to leave her old life behind and when she heard of Evermore, a place full of the supernatural, she moved to the city on her own though knowing that she’d miss the friends she’d left behind.

~Personality Traits~

Positive Traits: Adventurous, Compassionate, Sincere

Negative Traits: Cynical, Intolerant, Pompous