Marisol DeLaVega
Dec 26, 2012 19:45:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2012 19:45:46 GMT -5
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Name: Marisol Ariella Francesca Lolita DeLaVega
Nick Name: 'Mari', 'Cosa Flaca'
Age: 20. Feb. 1st
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Vet Student, Animal Shelter Assistant.
Character Image:
(Face Claim: Ana De Armas)
Name: Marisol Ariella Francesca Lolita DeLaVega
Nick Name: 'Mari', 'Cosa Flaca'
Age: 20. Feb. 1st
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Vet Student, Animal Shelter Assistant.
Physical Description: Marisol is a lot older than she looks. She has large round eyes of pale jade green, soft and pale skin, a thick brown hair that falls well past her shoulders. She has a beauty mark an inch or so below her left eye. Her lips are full and form a natural pout, even when she smiles. She usually always wears a cheerful expression, even when her eyes clearly show she's uncomfortable. She has a slender but well toned athletic build.
Marisol is bilingual, Spanish being her first language. While she speaks English remarkably well, she can sometimes struggle with it, especially when flustered.
Marisol is not much of a girly girl. She may dress femininely, but her demeanor is very tomboyish. She usually wears sport styled tank tops, plain denim jeans, and a pair of trainers. She has a jogging suit she is rather partial to. It's a rich dark blue and red color with '#10' in bright gold on the back.
Personality:
- Athletic: Marisol is a very active young woman. She was on the fencing team and swim team when she attended school in Barcelona, and played as a goalie on an all girl's junior league. Due to her aggressive and competitive nature, she had to be put on a boys team because she was way too rough with the other girls. She also takes classes for Flamenco dancing and walks/jogs everywhere.
- Compassionate: Marisol has a big heart and it is easy to sway her sympathies. She will often go out of her way to help someone she cares about. Because her grandmother raised her since she was since, now that her health is failing her, Marisol diligently cares for her, refusing to have her grandmother placed in a retirement home.
- Competitive: Marisol has a very aggressive and competitive personality. She always has to be the best at everything she does whether in sports or in her studies. She even gets rowdy when watching football games, throwing things at the TV when plays go badly. It is not recommended visiting Marisol's home on game night unless you’re alright with going home with a few bruises.
- Culinary Prodigy: Since Marisol was old enough to walk, she was always in the kitchen with her grandmother, trying to help cook, even if it was something as simple as cracking eggs or handing her the spices. As Marisol got older, her grandmother noticed that the girl had a very sensitive sense of tasted and smell and could tell her grandmother what she'd added to a meal from the next room. This highly developed sense of taste and smell caused Marisol to improve upon and perfect old family recipes. Most people who have sampled Marisol's cooking usually agree that her Paella is the best they've ever eaten.
- Easily Flustered: Marisol is socially awkward, especially around men and will often stumble over her words if she finds someone particularly attractive, unsure of how to speak to them. When she becomes too flustered, her English skills become sorely lacking. She is completely unsure how to respond to flirting and usually goes quiet, afraid to make a fool of herself.
- Reliable: Marisol can always be counted on to follow through when asked to do something, and if she can't she at least takes comforting in knowing she put her best effort forth.
History:
Marisol's life started out very simple but very happy. She was the only child of Marcelo and Annalita DeLaVega, and her grandmother also lived with them. Her father was a world renowned architect and her mother was a talented Flamenco dancer who owned and taught at her own dance studio. The Grandmother, Rosalita, had long since retired and was little more than a little old biddy who doted on her granddaughter.
When Marisol was little, her parents always thought that their child would take after them in some artistic way or another. But Marisol was more of a physical being. She loved to wrestle with her dad, run for hours in the fields chasing and collecting bugs, and by the time she was five, she was adamant that she was doing to be a professional footballer.
While her father was more than fine with her tomboyish nature, her mother wanted her to act more like a lady. In the end, Marisol was given a healthy balance of activities to participate in. Fencing, swimming, football, and track for the rough and tumble tomboy in her, and to appease her mother, she took art classes, studied Flamenco with her mother as her teacher, along with Ballet, and learned to play the piano. Her grandmother, however, noticed that Marisol had a fantastic talent when it came to food. Marisol had a very sensitive sense of taste and smell and always seemed to know what food needed to make it taste perfect.
So, when Marisol wasn't at school, playing sports, or dancing, she was in the kitchen with her grandmother concocting wondrous and delicious meals.
When Marisol neared her eighth birthday, her family moved from Barcelona, Spain to London, England. It was a huge career opportunity for her father and Marisol was eager to visit the new country. She settled easily into her new school and was quick to pick up the English language and even took courses to learn a little French. It was a wonderful life and Marisol was a child that wanted for practically nothing.
But two years later, tragedy struck. Her parents were driving Marisol home late one evening after soccer practice and it had begun to rain heavily. Her parents were asking Marisol what she wanted for her birthday since it was only a few weeks away. Marisol teased telling them that they had to figure it out, playfully tossing her ball in her lap. When she missed, it hit her lap and rolled onto the floorboard in the back of the car. Marisol sneakily unbuckled and crawled from her seat to retrieve the ball. What happened next is still a blurry memory for her.
A drunk driver had been going well over the speed limit and had swerved on the wet streets and slammed head on into the side of the car. Her father died on impact. Her mother was rushed to the hospital where she died several hours later due to the extent of her injuries. The only injury Marisol suffered was a mild concussion. If Marisol had not unbuckled and moved to the floorboards, it was very likely that she would have died in the crash as well.
After the accident, Marisol didn't speak for almost a year before she finally started coming out of her shell. But she was never quite the same. Where there had once been a flamboyant and cheerful child, Marisol was shy and awkward around people she didn’t know. She was left to live with her grandmother. As the years rolled by, her grandmother did her best to give the child as normal a life as she could manage.
But when Marisol turned eighteen, she began to notice certain things were off with her grandmother. Her grandmother would often forget Marisol's name, she had trouble remembering how to perform basic functions, like how to hold a fork or even prepare a meal for herself. Marisol's grandmother was in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's syndrome and Senility. With the onset of the disease came a rather different demeanor on the old woman. Rosalita began to tell Marisol fantastic stories of her life as a model and scandalous love affairs, and even of wondrous journeys to distant planets in a strange contraption called a TARDIS.
Marisol took it upon herself to begin caring for her grandmother. Her stories were harmless enough at first, but when her grandmother began to demand that her son, Marcelo, had only been half human, Marisol decided that her grandmother needed therapy and perhaps medication to help keep the woman calm and help her maintain her sanity for as long as possible.
That was when she met Dr. Ryce. He was a very kind and patient man and was able to prescribe a medication for her grandmother was you help slow the progression of the disease, but it also left the woman unable to do as many things as she once had. It became solely up to Marisol to cook and clean around the house. Marisol didn't mind. Her grandmother was the only family she had left and she was determined to do everything she could to keep her grandmother safe and comfortable for as long as possible.
Marisol eventually had to find a job to help cover the extra costs of her grandmother's medications and therapy visits. After a few months of dead ends, Marisol managed to land a job as a kennel assistant at a vet clinic that was only a few blocks from her house. Marisol was rather excited about the job and the location. She would be able to fix her grandmother breakfast and see to it that she took her meds, leave for work for a few hours, return on her lunch break to check on her grandmother, fix lunch and return to work, finish her shift and come home in time to fix dinner and spend time with her grandmother before she fell asleep watching her soap operas. Marisol was also elated about the job because she loved animals and was beginning to entertain the idea of becoming a Vet.
That was also where she met Dr. Javier Garcia Reyes. Her first encounter with him was enough to make her absolutely smitten with him. She'd been given very clear instructions that she was not to fool with the dogs who wore red collars because they were considered a bite risk. Marisol had ignored these instructions and reached into the kennel to pet one of them. She seemed to have another hidden talent in that she was good with animals. But Dr. Reyes had walked in on her and she'd been certain she was about to lose her job.
Instead, Dr. Reyes just shrugged it off and had her help him with the red collared dogs. He had even offered to give his recommendations to use her as additional Animal Behaviorist since she seemed to have a knack for dealing with animals. Than and the fact that he, too, was from Barcelona, Spain. Marisol couldn't help but like him. Within a few months, she was working part time at the Vet Clinic and was attending school. She had decided to use the inheritance from her parent's passing to put her through college to become a Vet Tech.
Marisol's life took a sudden change again. On one particular walk home with her grandmother, Marisol had accidentally dropped her purse, the contents spilling everywhere. Marisol went to scoop of the items, but it turned out sh had collected something that did not originally belong in her purse. Somehow, she had acquired the lamp of a djinn named Aixa. She'd been terrified out of her wits when he suddenly appeared in her kitchen, casually offering her cooking advice. Her grandmother didn't seem to find his presence disturbing at all and and even casually ruffled his hair as she passed through the kitchen. Marisol was convinced that she had finally cracked from the stress of school and work.. It took several days to get used to Aixa and the fact that he wasn't human. As she got to know Aixa, she began to wonder if some of her grandmother's wild stories actually held some truth to them. Except, of course, that her father was half Alien. That was just ridiculous. But once Aixa had settled in, she regarded him as a friend and treasured his company.
Shortly after, Marisol's grandmother's health began to take a turn for the worst. Marisol never knew exactly how old her grandmother was but she knew that she had to be at least ninety years old. When Marisol went to wake her grandmother for breakfast, at some point during the night, Rosalita passed away peacefully in her sleep. Marisol took it less than well. After the funeral, Marisol locked herself into her room, refusing to answer phone calls, not even from her boss, Dr. Reyes. Marisol wouldn't even leave her room to eat. She remained like that for nearly three days before Aixa finally broke down her door. When he barged in, Marisol had just taken an entire bottle of her grandmother's sleeping meds. Marisol had tired to kill herself.
When Marisol was little, her parents always thought that their child would take after them in some artistic way or another. But Marisol was more of a physical being. She loved to wrestle with her dad, run for hours in the fields chasing and collecting bugs, and by the time she was five, she was adamant that she was doing to be a professional footballer.
While her father was more than fine with her tomboyish nature, her mother wanted her to act more like a lady. In the end, Marisol was given a healthy balance of activities to participate in. Fencing, swimming, football, and track for the rough and tumble tomboy in her, and to appease her mother, she took art classes, studied Flamenco with her mother as her teacher, along with Ballet, and learned to play the piano. Her grandmother, however, noticed that Marisol had a fantastic talent when it came to food. Marisol had a very sensitive sense of taste and smell and always seemed to know what food needed to make it taste perfect.
So, when Marisol wasn't at school, playing sports, or dancing, she was in the kitchen with her grandmother concocting wondrous and delicious meals.
When Marisol neared her eighth birthday, her family moved from Barcelona, Spain to London, England. It was a huge career opportunity for her father and Marisol was eager to visit the new country. She settled easily into her new school and was quick to pick up the English language and even took courses to learn a little French. It was a wonderful life and Marisol was a child that wanted for practically nothing.
But two years later, tragedy struck. Her parents were driving Marisol home late one evening after soccer practice and it had begun to rain heavily. Her parents were asking Marisol what she wanted for her birthday since it was only a few weeks away. Marisol teased telling them that they had to figure it out, playfully tossing her ball in her lap. When she missed, it hit her lap and rolled onto the floorboard in the back of the car. Marisol sneakily unbuckled and crawled from her seat to retrieve the ball. What happened next is still a blurry memory for her.
A drunk driver had been going well over the speed limit and had swerved on the wet streets and slammed head on into the side of the car. Her father died on impact. Her mother was rushed to the hospital where she died several hours later due to the extent of her injuries. The only injury Marisol suffered was a mild concussion. If Marisol had not unbuckled and moved to the floorboards, it was very likely that she would have died in the crash as well.
After the accident, Marisol didn't speak for almost a year before she finally started coming out of her shell. But she was never quite the same. Where there had once been a flamboyant and cheerful child, Marisol was shy and awkward around people she didn’t know. She was left to live with her grandmother. As the years rolled by, her grandmother did her best to give the child as normal a life as she could manage.
But when Marisol turned eighteen, she began to notice certain things were off with her grandmother. Her grandmother would often forget Marisol's name, she had trouble remembering how to perform basic functions, like how to hold a fork or even prepare a meal for herself. Marisol's grandmother was in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's syndrome and Senility. With the onset of the disease came a rather different demeanor on the old woman. Rosalita began to tell Marisol fantastic stories of her life as a model and scandalous love affairs, and even of wondrous journeys to distant planets in a strange contraption called a TARDIS.
Marisol took it upon herself to begin caring for her grandmother. Her stories were harmless enough at first, but when her grandmother began to demand that her son, Marcelo, had only been half human, Marisol decided that her grandmother needed therapy and perhaps medication to help keep the woman calm and help her maintain her sanity for as long as possible.
That was when she met Dr. Ryce. He was a very kind and patient man and was able to prescribe a medication for her grandmother was you help slow the progression of the disease, but it also left the woman unable to do as many things as she once had. It became solely up to Marisol to cook and clean around the house. Marisol didn't mind. Her grandmother was the only family she had left and she was determined to do everything she could to keep her grandmother safe and comfortable for as long as possible.
Marisol eventually had to find a job to help cover the extra costs of her grandmother's medications and therapy visits. After a few months of dead ends, Marisol managed to land a job as a kennel assistant at a vet clinic that was only a few blocks from her house. Marisol was rather excited about the job and the location. She would be able to fix her grandmother breakfast and see to it that she took her meds, leave for work for a few hours, return on her lunch break to check on her grandmother, fix lunch and return to work, finish her shift and come home in time to fix dinner and spend time with her grandmother before she fell asleep watching her soap operas. Marisol was also elated about the job because she loved animals and was beginning to entertain the idea of becoming a Vet.
That was also where she met Dr. Javier Garcia Reyes. Her first encounter with him was enough to make her absolutely smitten with him. She'd been given very clear instructions that she was not to fool with the dogs who wore red collars because they were considered a bite risk. Marisol had ignored these instructions and reached into the kennel to pet one of them. She seemed to have another hidden talent in that she was good with animals. But Dr. Reyes had walked in on her and she'd been certain she was about to lose her job.
Instead, Dr. Reyes just shrugged it off and had her help him with the red collared dogs. He had even offered to give his recommendations to use her as additional Animal Behaviorist since she seemed to have a knack for dealing with animals. Than and the fact that he, too, was from Barcelona, Spain. Marisol couldn't help but like him. Within a few months, she was working part time at the Vet Clinic and was attending school. She had decided to use the inheritance from her parent's passing to put her through college to become a Vet Tech.
Marisol's life took a sudden change again. On one particular walk home with her grandmother, Marisol had accidentally dropped her purse, the contents spilling everywhere. Marisol went to scoop of the items, but it turned out sh had collected something that did not originally belong in her purse. Somehow, she had acquired the lamp of a djinn named Aixa. She'd been terrified out of her wits when he suddenly appeared in her kitchen, casually offering her cooking advice. Her grandmother didn't seem to find his presence disturbing at all and and even casually ruffled his hair as she passed through the kitchen. Marisol was convinced that she had finally cracked from the stress of school and work.. It took several days to get used to Aixa and the fact that he wasn't human. As she got to know Aixa, she began to wonder if some of her grandmother's wild stories actually held some truth to them. Except, of course, that her father was half Alien. That was just ridiculous. But once Aixa had settled in, she regarded him as a friend and treasured his company.
Shortly after, Marisol's grandmother's health began to take a turn for the worst. Marisol never knew exactly how old her grandmother was but she knew that she had to be at least ninety years old. When Marisol went to wake her grandmother for breakfast, at some point during the night, Rosalita passed away peacefully in her sleep. Marisol took it less than well. After the funeral, Marisol locked herself into her room, refusing to answer phone calls, not even from her boss, Dr. Reyes. Marisol wouldn't even leave her room to eat. She remained like that for nearly three days before Aixa finally broke down her door. When he barged in, Marisol had just taken an entire bottle of her grandmother's sleeping meds. Marisol had tired to kill herself.
Aixa freaked out. Aixa was still battling with separation anxiety after leaving his prior mistress, he was not about to let Marisol off herself. He quickly nullified the overdose and angrily reminded Marisol that she was not allowed to leave him. Marisol just grabbed him and pulled him into the bed with her where she proceeded to cry on his shoulder. Marisol was made starkly away that Aixa needed her just as much as she needed him. She loathed herself for nearly doing something so stupid. “Aixa. I'm so sorry.. I don't want to die. Dont ever let me do something that stupid ever again.”
Over the next few weeks, Marisol still battled with depression, but thanks to Aixa, she never tried to hell herself again. The house still felt so empty without her grandmother around. It was a two story, six bedroom home and with it being just the two of them, the quiet was maddening. Marisol's separation anxiety was getting to her. She began to put out wanted ads for room mates. The very next day there was a knock on her door.
A strange man with the strangest blue eyes and the strangest clothes was standing at her door. He wore a dark blue Frock coat, a champagne colored cravate and matching waist coat, and slacks. On his arm was a young woman who appeared to be about Marisol's age. He introduced himself as Doctor Smith, but informed her that she could simply call him The Doctor. The young woman was a patient of his called Susan English.
Marisol was hesitant at first. It was a rather quick reply after all. But she led them into the living room and asked if they would like a tour of the place before they decided on anything. The Doctor politely declined, seeming to be quite comfortable with the arrangement and had already began to bring Susan's things inside before Marisol had the chance to agree to anything.
The only information The Doctor left her was a letter with very vague instructions and an even more vague explanation.
Over the next few weeks, Marisol still battled with depression, but thanks to Aixa, she never tried to hell herself again. The house still felt so empty without her grandmother around. It was a two story, six bedroom home and with it being just the two of them, the quiet was maddening. Marisol's separation anxiety was getting to her. She began to put out wanted ads for room mates. The very next day there was a knock on her door.
A strange man with the strangest blue eyes and the strangest clothes was standing at her door. He wore a dark blue Frock coat, a champagne colored cravate and matching waist coat, and slacks. On his arm was a young woman who appeared to be about Marisol's age. He introduced himself as Doctor Smith, but informed her that she could simply call him The Doctor. The young woman was a patient of his called Susan English.
Marisol was hesitant at first. It was a rather quick reply after all. But she led them into the living room and asked if they would like a tour of the place before they decided on anything. The Doctor politely declined, seeming to be quite comfortable with the arrangement and had already began to bring Susan's things inside before Marisol had the chance to agree to anything.
The only information The Doctor left her was a letter with very vague instructions and an even more vague explanation.
“I apologize for the brief encounter but somethings are better left unsaid, particularly around Susan. She has a rare and complicated condition in which her brain translates her memories into obscure fairytale references. One such story you may hear often is The Blue Giant and her Grandfather Time. She may seem unsettling, but I assure you that Susan is quite sane and perfectly harmless. However she is prone to... Fits. I have a specialized medication to help subdue these fits and keep her calm. Under no circumstances is Susan to be allowed to wander the city alone.
My most sincerest regards,
The Doctor.
The Doctor.
P.S.
Should you ever need to get in touch with me, Susan will know how. I'll never be far away”
It wasn't much to go on, but somehow, Marisol felt able to trust this Doctor and diligently took Susan into her home. But it wasn't as easy as The Doctor had made it sound. Susan was loud and outspoken, and sometimes quite frightening. And getting Susan to take her medications also proved to be difficult. Susan would often spit them out when Marisol wasn't looking. Marisol eventually had to resort to crushing the medication and slipping into Susan's tea. But even then, after a while. Susan stopped trusting the food that Marisol offered.
And to make matters worse, Aixa seemed to delight in getting Susan riled up. Marisol still gets the shuvers when she remembers the incident with The Garden Gnomes. But after a few months, Marisol eventually got used to Susan's eccentric behavior and became very fond of her. And while living with Susan and Aixa isn't always easy, Marisol isn't alone, and certainly never bored. Now if only she could muster up the courage to tell Dr. Reyes how she feels about him.
And to make matters worse, Aixa seemed to delight in getting Susan riled up. Marisol still gets the shuvers when she remembers the incident with The Garden Gnomes. But after a few months, Marisol eventually got used to Susan's eccentric behavior and became very fond of her. And while living with Susan and Aixa isn't always easy, Marisol isn't alone, and certainly never bored. Now if only she could muster up the courage to tell Dr. Reyes how she feels about him.
Additional medical information: Deathly allergic to bee and wasp stings.
