Mary Jo Miller
Posted Dec 1, 2018 16:44:40 GMT -7
Post by Mary Jo Miller on Dec 1, 2018 16:44:40 GMT -7
Name: Mary Jo Miller
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Group: Tyrant
Homeworld: The Information Age: 2018 CE
Occupation: Student
Face Claim: Ben-To- Ayame Shaga
Appearance:
Midwestern people are notorious for tracing their heritage back to the German people, and Mary Jo Miller is no exception to this rule. Her features betray her ethnic background from a mile away. Blonde frames a square jaw with a prominent, strong chin, which she keeps about shoulder length and usually pulled back in a bun for utilitarian reasons. Her blue eyes and pale skin finish off the checklist of typical European features. The glasses she wears to help improve her vision have basically become a part of her face as well.
She is taller than the average American girl at 5’8, and she’s bean pole thin- she probably barely tips the scale at 115 pounds when she’s soaking wet. Even at the age of 16 she still looks like a juvenile, and carries herself in a childish way. She’s a very bouncy girl; she can’t sit still for too long and can be found dancing around the room if she’s even slightly bored.
Like the rest of her appearance, Mary Jo prefers for her dress to be more utilitarian than fashionable- apparently you really can’t take the farm out of the girl, even if you put her in an interdimensional academy where she might want to impress young people with incredible powers. Jeans and t-shirts suit her just fine, and she only ever wore dresses to weddings, funerals, or if she was forced to go to church (forced being the operative word here). She does have her ears pierced, however, and is fond of rings and other small items of jewelry.
Talents:
Tree Hugger: Mary Jo is by any definition a tree hugger and possesses lots of information about different plants, animals, and a huge other number of topics related to nature and the outdoors. A lot of it comes from growing up on a farm; part of it comes from a natural love of hiking and camping and being outside. She’d probably wager that her knowledge is split 50/50 between book knowledge and first hand experience, but wherever it comes from, it means that MJ is just at home out in the woods as she is anywhere else.
Horse Girl: The term is used as a put down in modern culture, but to Mary Jo it’s a badge of pride. Growing up on a farm, horses were just a part of her way of life. She didn’t even know until she was older that travelling by horseback is considered an archaic means of transportation in today’s world. She’s very comfortable on horses and everyone who’s seen on her one tells her she’s a natural when it comes to the majestic animals.
Guitar: Growing up on a 100 acre farm that is 70% automated, things can get boring very quickly, so people have to find ways to entertain themselves. Many choose music. Playing guitar is something that has been in Mary Jo’s family for a long time. She learned it from her father, who learned it from his way back who knows how many generations. In a lot of ways, playing the guitar is the only genuine point of connection that she and her father share. She’s no Slash, but she can accompany herself and she’s always heard positive remarks about her playing. Her singing voice, however, is another story.
Personality:
The whole growing up on a farm in the middle of nowhere thing meant that Mary Jo never spent a lot of time around other people, and it shows. She’s incredibly introverted and awkward around people, even people she’s known for a bit of time. It’s not necessarily that she feels uncomfortable around others, or that she’s being judged; instead it’s more that she’s very untrusting and always assumes the worst in people.
She grew up in an environment where she had to really take care of herself and look out for herself; when there’s not a lot to go around, people will try to take advantage of you and manipulate you and take what’s yours for themselves. She’s seen it happen to her parents numerous times and she had it happen to herself a few times at school; in the lunchroom and on the playground, kids can be as vicious as adults.
Mary Jo grew up in a religious household but even early on the lessons didn’t stick. On some primal level, she just seems wired to distrust any kind of authority. She’s not going to let anybody tell her what she can or cannot do, and she’s not going to let some probably-imaginary sky fairy decide what’s best for her. Neither is she, for the record, going to let anyone else tell her what is best for her either- not her teachers at school or at the Academy, not any government or set of laws, and certainly not her parents.
What she’s learned in her life so far is that self-preservation is the only thing at all that really matters in this world. Beneath this shiny veneer of polite society, humans are just scared and fragile animals trying to do no more or less what any other animal on Earth is trying to do- survive. Mary Jo believes she owes it to herself to look out for herself and rely on herself only. She would never disadvantage herself to help somebody else… why would she expect anyone to do the same for her?
History:
She's not sure what her earliest memory is, because honestly her early life was pretty boring. Mary Jo Miller was born on a wheat farm in Nowhere, Kansas. Of course the town isn't really named Nowhere, but it might as well be for all the interesting things that go on there. As far back as Mary Jo can remember her life was boring, repetitive, uneventful, especially when she started school. Help out dad on the farm in the early mornings, go to school from 8:30-3:00, chores from 3:30-5:30, dinner at 6, and then homework from 7 until it was bedtime. Repeat. Ad infinitum.
Her earliest years she spent at home with Momma and Daddy, because where else would she have gone? Daddy worked on the farm with a few hired hands, and Momma raised the baby and kept the house. Looking back on it, she supposes it was a fun place to grow up, but Mary Jo's memories of her own childhood are painted in shades of gray. It's not like anything terrible happened to her; they were dirt poor, yeah, but she wasn't starving. She never got hit or abused or anything remotely like that. Still, life always seemed like a chore, there wasn't any excitement or passion or anything to make her feel driven to do anything.
This changed a little bit when she got to school. At least there things were new and interesting, and there was always something else to learn, some new concept or idea to tackle. Mary Jo did very well in her early years of schooling, but even that became repetitive and boring after a few years. She liked reading and loved visiting the school library, but hated the bells and principals and people telling her what she was allowed and not allowed to do. She hated having to get permission for a task so essential as going to the bathroom. The public education system is definitely what gave Mary Jo her first distaste for authority.
Until everything changed, she never really complained about it much. Sure, she didn't love it and nothing excited her, but it was the only life she'd ever known, so she just kind of assumed life was boring like that. She assumed everyone slugged through the same nonsense every day like she did; that everyone lived in the same small, rundown town she came from. In her mind she knew that places like New York City and Paris and Tokyo existed, but they seemed so far away they might as well have not been real, and she couldn't imagine what the types of people who lived in those places would be like. Were they all mean? Did they all drive really expensive cars and eat dinner at fancy restaurants every night? The whole idea was inconceivable to her.
Her life changed forever her sophomore year of high school, just a few weeks before she turned 16. The Miller family always prided itself on being a stock of healthy people with good immune systems, and as such Mary Jo almost never got sick, although at this particular time her stomach had been feeling queasy for a few days. She tried her best to power through it and ate plenty of saltine crackers, but for some reason couldn't shake the pain. After three or four days of this, the situation reached a crescendo and Mary Jo had to admit that she was truly sick. She was violently ill, vomiting uncontrollably, and there was an unbelievable pain behind her eyes.
Her mother watched her for a few days and almost took her to the emergency room, even though the Millers had never been the type to believe in hospitals, but Mary Jo's ailment seemed to pass as suddenly as it had came on. When she rose from her sickness to face the world again, however, she knew something was different. Her brain was working differently now. Equations and algorithms marched through her head in an organized, succinct but constant and unending strain. Sketches of designs and ideas for everything from planes, laser beams, death rays, etc filled up her mind nonstop.
It was like an itch she had to scratch, and eventually she went about trying to create the designs she saw in her head. She had to do some sketchy and illegal things to try and procure parts for herself, and in the course of her dealings she met a scary but ultimately helpful man who told her that she might be able to find what she's looking for at The Academy. It was then that she learned about mages, magic, and the many dimensions that existed in the universe, and plunged herself into a conflict that would change her life forever.
Magic Overview:
Mary Jo’s brain is infused and overflowing with advanced technical knowledge concerning the construction of warfare machinery including but not limited to tanks, aircraft, submarines, and Iron Man-style bodysuits, and the weapons used on these types of crafts.
Tools: She has a lab full of tools she uses tucked away in an old unused shed on her parents’ farm.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Group: Tyrant
Homeworld: The Information Age: 2018 CE
Occupation: Student
Face Claim: Ben-To- Ayame Shaga
Appearance:
Midwestern people are notorious for tracing their heritage back to the German people, and Mary Jo Miller is no exception to this rule. Her features betray her ethnic background from a mile away. Blonde frames a square jaw with a prominent, strong chin, which she keeps about shoulder length and usually pulled back in a bun for utilitarian reasons. Her blue eyes and pale skin finish off the checklist of typical European features. The glasses she wears to help improve her vision have basically become a part of her face as well.
She is taller than the average American girl at 5’8, and she’s bean pole thin- she probably barely tips the scale at 115 pounds when she’s soaking wet. Even at the age of 16 she still looks like a juvenile, and carries herself in a childish way. She’s a very bouncy girl; she can’t sit still for too long and can be found dancing around the room if she’s even slightly bored.
Like the rest of her appearance, Mary Jo prefers for her dress to be more utilitarian than fashionable- apparently you really can’t take the farm out of the girl, even if you put her in an interdimensional academy where she might want to impress young people with incredible powers. Jeans and t-shirts suit her just fine, and she only ever wore dresses to weddings, funerals, or if she was forced to go to church (forced being the operative word here). She does have her ears pierced, however, and is fond of rings and other small items of jewelry.
Talents:
Tree Hugger: Mary Jo is by any definition a tree hugger and possesses lots of information about different plants, animals, and a huge other number of topics related to nature and the outdoors. A lot of it comes from growing up on a farm; part of it comes from a natural love of hiking and camping and being outside. She’d probably wager that her knowledge is split 50/50 between book knowledge and first hand experience, but wherever it comes from, it means that MJ is just at home out in the woods as she is anywhere else.
Horse Girl: The term is used as a put down in modern culture, but to Mary Jo it’s a badge of pride. Growing up on a farm, horses were just a part of her way of life. She didn’t even know until she was older that travelling by horseback is considered an archaic means of transportation in today’s world. She’s very comfortable on horses and everyone who’s seen on her one tells her she’s a natural when it comes to the majestic animals.
Guitar: Growing up on a 100 acre farm that is 70% automated, things can get boring very quickly, so people have to find ways to entertain themselves. Many choose music. Playing guitar is something that has been in Mary Jo’s family for a long time. She learned it from her father, who learned it from his way back who knows how many generations. In a lot of ways, playing the guitar is the only genuine point of connection that she and her father share. She’s no Slash, but she can accompany herself and she’s always heard positive remarks about her playing. Her singing voice, however, is another story.
Personality:
The whole growing up on a farm in the middle of nowhere thing meant that Mary Jo never spent a lot of time around other people, and it shows. She’s incredibly introverted and awkward around people, even people she’s known for a bit of time. It’s not necessarily that she feels uncomfortable around others, or that she’s being judged; instead it’s more that she’s very untrusting and always assumes the worst in people.
She grew up in an environment where she had to really take care of herself and look out for herself; when there’s not a lot to go around, people will try to take advantage of you and manipulate you and take what’s yours for themselves. She’s seen it happen to her parents numerous times and she had it happen to herself a few times at school; in the lunchroom and on the playground, kids can be as vicious as adults.
Mary Jo grew up in a religious household but even early on the lessons didn’t stick. On some primal level, she just seems wired to distrust any kind of authority. She’s not going to let anybody tell her what she can or cannot do, and she’s not going to let some probably-imaginary sky fairy decide what’s best for her. Neither is she, for the record, going to let anyone else tell her what is best for her either- not her teachers at school or at the Academy, not any government or set of laws, and certainly not her parents.
What she’s learned in her life so far is that self-preservation is the only thing at all that really matters in this world. Beneath this shiny veneer of polite society, humans are just scared and fragile animals trying to do no more or less what any other animal on Earth is trying to do- survive. Mary Jo believes she owes it to herself to look out for herself and rely on herself only. She would never disadvantage herself to help somebody else… why would she expect anyone to do the same for her?
History:
She's not sure what her earliest memory is, because honestly her early life was pretty boring. Mary Jo Miller was born on a wheat farm in Nowhere, Kansas. Of course the town isn't really named Nowhere, but it might as well be for all the interesting things that go on there. As far back as Mary Jo can remember her life was boring, repetitive, uneventful, especially when she started school. Help out dad on the farm in the early mornings, go to school from 8:30-3:00, chores from 3:30-5:30, dinner at 6, and then homework from 7 until it was bedtime. Repeat. Ad infinitum.
Her earliest years she spent at home with Momma and Daddy, because where else would she have gone? Daddy worked on the farm with a few hired hands, and Momma raised the baby and kept the house. Looking back on it, she supposes it was a fun place to grow up, but Mary Jo's memories of her own childhood are painted in shades of gray. It's not like anything terrible happened to her; they were dirt poor, yeah, but she wasn't starving. She never got hit or abused or anything remotely like that. Still, life always seemed like a chore, there wasn't any excitement or passion or anything to make her feel driven to do anything.
This changed a little bit when she got to school. At least there things were new and interesting, and there was always something else to learn, some new concept or idea to tackle. Mary Jo did very well in her early years of schooling, but even that became repetitive and boring after a few years. She liked reading and loved visiting the school library, but hated the bells and principals and people telling her what she was allowed and not allowed to do. She hated having to get permission for a task so essential as going to the bathroom. The public education system is definitely what gave Mary Jo her first distaste for authority.
Until everything changed, she never really complained about it much. Sure, she didn't love it and nothing excited her, but it was the only life she'd ever known, so she just kind of assumed life was boring like that. She assumed everyone slugged through the same nonsense every day like she did; that everyone lived in the same small, rundown town she came from. In her mind she knew that places like New York City and Paris and Tokyo existed, but they seemed so far away they might as well have not been real, and she couldn't imagine what the types of people who lived in those places would be like. Were they all mean? Did they all drive really expensive cars and eat dinner at fancy restaurants every night? The whole idea was inconceivable to her.
Her life changed forever her sophomore year of high school, just a few weeks before she turned 16. The Miller family always prided itself on being a stock of healthy people with good immune systems, and as such Mary Jo almost never got sick, although at this particular time her stomach had been feeling queasy for a few days. She tried her best to power through it and ate plenty of saltine crackers, but for some reason couldn't shake the pain. After three or four days of this, the situation reached a crescendo and Mary Jo had to admit that she was truly sick. She was violently ill, vomiting uncontrollably, and there was an unbelievable pain behind her eyes.
Her mother watched her for a few days and almost took her to the emergency room, even though the Millers had never been the type to believe in hospitals, but Mary Jo's ailment seemed to pass as suddenly as it had came on. When she rose from her sickness to face the world again, however, she knew something was different. Her brain was working differently now. Equations and algorithms marched through her head in an organized, succinct but constant and unending strain. Sketches of designs and ideas for everything from planes, laser beams, death rays, etc filled up her mind nonstop.
It was like an itch she had to scratch, and eventually she went about trying to create the designs she saw in her head. She had to do some sketchy and illegal things to try and procure parts for herself, and in the course of her dealings she met a scary but ultimately helpful man who told her that she might be able to find what she's looking for at The Academy. It was then that she learned about mages, magic, and the many dimensions that existed in the universe, and plunged herself into a conflict that would change her life forever.
Magic Overview:
Mary Jo’s brain is infused and overflowing with advanced technical knowledge concerning the construction of warfare machinery including but not limited to tanks, aircraft, submarines, and Iron Man-style bodysuits, and the weapons used on these types of crafts.
Tools: She has a lab full of tools she uses tucked away in an old unused shed on her parents’ farm.