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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 • Mavis was a peculiar child. Not speaking of the fact that she had the innate ability to turn into any animal of her choosing. No, you see, that was normal. Her way of life. Almost the only thing she was ever able to confidently say was hers. And she was good. For her, shifting into a lion within a split second was as easy as breathing is for most. But again, that's not what made her so abnormal. She didn't mind the looks, the words filled with venom, or the actions. Because to her they meant nothing. No one else's words mattered more to her than a certain someone's. She would have writhed in pain for her entire existence if that meant making them acknowledge her. The strength, tenacity, the power. And that is what made her so peculiar, the fact that no matter who stood in the way, or how blatantly obvious it was, that her efforts were futile, Mavis would always strive to achieve recognition from them. Because who else would love her?, love a broken soul? At least that's what she was told. : 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 • Lying in a bed, the size befitting a king, was two figures. Limbs entangled, the two men, embracing in each others warmth. The blond, shifting closer, laying his head deeper into the crook of the darker haired one. Unbeknownst to the two, their other partner, with lavender hair, was nowhere to be seen. Nowhere to be heard, and nowhere to be helped. She sat in her cold, almost empty office. The halls, once Bustling with life, now lay quiet. That was until the clacking of heels began echoing throughout the halls, getting louder as they drew closer. The tan skinned girl, raising her once, played down head, turned in anticipation, for what would come. The door opens to reveal, The Handler, or her mother. The woman smiled, making her way to the girl, who turned in her seat until they were right in front of another. The girls knees almost touching the woman's, as she stood before her. Mavis, looked up at her, almost impatiently, "Do you have it?" The Handler raised an eyebrow at her curtness, before ruffling through her bag to pull out a box, that almost resembled a glasses case. "Of course" she replied placing it on the desk, "have I ever let you down my dear?". Mavis holding in a scoff, and eye roll, at the woman's attempt at sounding motherly, chose to instead, turn her chair to face her desk, and looked at the case silently in thought. The Handler, noticing her slight hesitation, moved to lay a hand on the girls shoulder, leaning down, to whisper in her ear, "Better be quick, with it" she then stood tall, making her way to the door, she turned her head to meet her eyes, mischief, beaming in them, "wouldn't, want your boy toys, to wake up, wondering where their little, pet is now would we?" She finished, Turing back and heading out the door, closing it with her signature, unnecessary slam. Mavis, being used to it, looked unfazed, and started blankly at the door, also being used to her mothers comments, about her and her relationship. She looked towards the cases, gently picking it up and opening it to find a, syringe with already a black liquid encased in it. She lightly grazed her fingers, along the glass, looking at the liquid almost yearningly. Swiftly, like there was no time to lose, the pulled her sleeve slightly passed her elbow, and laid her arm, on the rest of her chair. She took the syringe, and pushed on it, to empty out any loose air bubbles, before hovering it over her already prepped arm. A part of her was hesitant. What if she just told them? Sure they might be mad at first at the fact that she had kept such a secret from them for so long, but in the end they would comfort her, give her the warmth that, she always yearned for like a drug. Which is ironic. She could, she really could. But she didn't. Instead she slowly duh the needle into her skin, and let out a sigh of relive, at the euphoric feeling it gave. She looked up at the ceiling, trapped in this feeling. Though other than her visible change in stature, the only other thing that could give away, the usage of the drug, was the effect it left on her once dark, brown eyes. Now they were pitch black, and looked devoid of anything. She could have. But she didn't. •
Mavis was walking along the hallways of the commission. She was in search of the woman she called, 'mother' to give her a report on her latest mission. She was lost in her mind, her body on autopilot as it already knew the way to her office as she has been waking there since she was taught to walk. She liked to do that sometimes- drift off. Let her mind wander, it was a good escape. She would make little scenarios in her head where she would do and go to different places. Ones that she would get to enjoy going, and not just kill someone and leave. She dreamed of a person to come scoop her up and take her away. But of course, every dream has an end and hers, was when her face met a wall. She groaned as her mind reasserted itself in reality and looked up to see that the wall, wasn't a wall. It was the chest, and that chest belonged to a man. Embarrassed, she took a big step back and looked at the man. He had dark hair and even darker eyes. The kind you could find yourself looking into for hours. The kind that Mavis got so lost looking into, that she forgot to speak, leaving her looking like a weirdo that ran into a man and instead of apologizing, just stared. The man smiled and spoke, "You okay doll?" His voice was even smoother than she had imagined in her two-second delusion. "Am I okay? Are you okay? I just face-planted into you." She told him flabbergasted at him being the one to ask if the other way was okay. He let out a quiet laughter and put his hands in his pockets. He then shrugged smiling up to her, "I'm pretty durable." Mavis smiled in return. His was so infectious, it was hard not to. "I'm sorry for not looking where I was going." She apologized, taking the time to spect the rest of him. He was tall, and wore a long-sleeved black shirt with dark jeans. "it's alright doll. No harm done." He then put his hand out for her to take, "My names Max." The girl looked down at the hand and ogled at the thought of hers in his, she didn't know what was coming over her. She looked up at him with a smile and told him, "I'm Mavis." She shook his hand, which felt warm in her cold ones. Max smirked at her, "Nice to meet you doll." it's fair to say the signs were there that the man was trouble. But maybe that's what made Mavis want more.
Name: Mavis Greenday
Date Of Birth:
Powers: shape shifting into animals
Known Relatives:
Accomplices: William Aston-Hendrix, Five Hargreaves
