Mara_Charon

Lady Death, been called a Yandere on more than one occasion, even if she doesn't know what that means.

Mara Charon, Death's daughter, trying to understand the world at the BoneYard_Academy.

The Story of one who seeks Souls

You know the story of Death, yes? The story of the Grim Reaper. The being dressed in black that carries a Scythe? The one who takes souls and ferries them to the underworld? Is any of this ringing a bell? Well it should, death is always at your back and lurking at your shadow. But what if I was to tell you Death had a daughter? Would you believe me? In this day in age Death has more than a few souls to collect, and he needs help, and who else to turn too then his own family? And so Mara was born, but she was simply not created, she was born as a child just as anyone else in this world was. Except for the fact that she wasn't human at all, she was something very different. She was born into a human family though, that is the way Death wanted it. He wanted Mara to live a normal life until he was ready to call on her. His plan was to let her mingle in the human world and get a taste for how humans acted among each other, then she would truly have a full understanding on humans, making it easier for her to do her job.

But things didn't go the way Death had planned. Sure the family she was brought up in was normal enough, but Mara was not. She was always a little bit off. She seemed to wander off and talk to herself and found herself hanging out in the woods near her house at rather late hours at night. Her parents would always have to come up and get her, only to see her looking up at the moon and speaking to someone who was not there. When she was questioned on who that was, she simply responded with. "Just a Friend." Mara could see the dead, she could see the spirits trapped among the human realm, and of course she didn't understand it, she just accepted it. They all seemed to seek her out and ask her for help, but of course she didn't know what to do or even what they were talking about.

Much didn't change for Mara, even when she hit her teenage years she was always an outcast, much of it by choice. She never got along with anyone, she always preferred to be alone and talking to the spirits. She didn't care for the living, it was strange to her but it was something she never could explain. She spent quite a bit around cemeteries and they were even some odd times when she found herself fascinated by dead animals she encountered in the forest.

The start of the BoneYard_Academy

On her twenty-first Birthday Mara was approached by Death, and she was told everything. At first she didn't believe anything he was saying, and she refused to accept any of this. But the more he spoke, the more it made sense. Her entire life the souls of the lost always seemed to flock and approach her, always looking for a way out. Death explained to her that she was to take up the scythe and began to harvest souls to either Heaven or Hell, that it was her job to judge them. Having lived so long in the human realm Death only assumed she would be a fit judge, to know if someone was a good soul, or a bad one. Though upon talking to her, she didn't know a thing about human life. For the most part she didn't even talk to them. The living didn't mesh right with her.

A new idea had to be formed, for Mara to grow accustomed to humans, even other spirits, and demons for that matter. She had to learn, and that is where the Academy came into Mara's life. Death enrolled their hoping her time there would help mend the bond between her and the human world, if anything she would at least be able to harness her powers there and learn more about her past and what role she played in the world. Soon after enrolling she was approached by everyone, asking what it was like to be Death's daughter, to control the power of life and death. She was more then overwhelmed, but this only solidified the fact that she was indeed Death. From here on out she would begin to learn the ways of her scythe and how to interact with others.

The Dead loves the Dead

Time had passed and Mara began to open up to others, soon the anti social girl seemed to fade away and she began to fit in with others. Though it was with demons, she still didn't fit in with humans as well. But this was a good start. The once rather shy girl was now full of confidence and she walked down the halls with a new-found courage and strength. She now didn't feel the need to question her life or why spirits approached her, it was just who she was. Death. Though something was always a little off about her. A rumor began to surround Mara, saying that she never dated anyone and it was impossible to even get a date with her. The reason being is well Mara was not attracted to just anyone. She was attracted to the broken, the damned, the fallen, those who were at the verge of death or were already dead. Nothing else made her feel pure bliss. For someone to be with her, they would have to offer themselves to her, their soul, their everything. She wanted it for herself.

Sick fantasies aside, Mara acted the part of a rather normal girl. Of course she would still go on dates if she was asked, but she refused to get serious with someone unless they offered herself to them. Be it as a slave, or an eternal lover. She was greedy and wanted the soul of her lover for herself. When Mara does find someone she likes, she is quite the tease, even if that person isn't interested in her, she will not stop stalking them and following them, until ultimately they give into her. And how does one like Mara show her affection? In rather odd ways. Perhaps leaving a bouquet of dead flowers on your doorstep, or writing a poem of torture and pain. When it came to love Mara was quite the odd one and she always saw herself as the dominant party.

The girl simply adores shrinking her lovers down as well. Not always her lovers either, perhaps a pesky spirit who won't leave her alone? Or just a stalker, or just someone who is bothering her. She has even run across a few people who seem to enjoy being smaller, those who enjoy it beware. Mara will exploit your pleasure to her hearts consent, she may even get a little carried away. On more than one occasion has she lost herself in the pure bliss of torturing someone smaller than her and sending them to an early grave. Of course it's frowned upon for Death to kill someone early, but it has happened.

A bit of an odd one this girl. A spunky one at that though. Instead of taking a walk down town like most girls. She would much rather take a stroll through a cemetery.

Mara: For Skimmers

Mara stands at 5'9.

She is the daughter of death, giving her the same powers.

In her youth she was an odd girl, always talking to ghosts and never to actual people.

Even now she prefers the company of the dead than that of a human.

When it comes to attraction she finds herself loving the tortured and the damned. Those who are close to death themselves.

Of course that is not a deal breaker. When she does date someone though, she demands they offer themselves to her, body and soul.

Get her on the topic of death and her personality may change a bit, she'll become the real reaper of legends.

She can have quite the dominant personality, she adores shrinking others and proving her points and getting what she wants.