Makima
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Name: Makima Connor
Universe: Mandela Catalogue (my own AU/interpretation)
Romantic Interest: The Archangel Gabriel
Theme: Ferry — LIKE A DOG
Attributes to note: Prolonged proximity to such a high level alternate as the Archangel Gabriel has caused some typical traits associated with alternates to 'bleed' onto Makima. Under intense distress — or with undistracted concentration — nearby screens and technology will begin to distort or glitch. She is able to warp the contents of television broadcasts, sometimes even displaying a picture or set of moving pictures when there is no broadcasting connection available. In addition, she can inflict others with Metaphysical Awareness Disorder — also known as M.A.D. — though she uses this strictly as a last resort.
Makima Connor, unsurprisingly, had lived a mostly uneventful life. She'd lived in Mandela County, Wisconsin as long as she could remember, and her best friends — Sebastian and Toby — had done so alongside her. Very little happened in this county, and that's how it stayed for quite a while... until people began to go missing.
The Mandela County populace began to drop like flies, suddenly vanishing or turning up dead. Rumors began to buzz of a foreign species driven on psychological manipulation, imitating those whom it kills. Alternates. The police refused to involve themselves, and no one knew if they could be stopped, but if nothing was done, Mandela County would turn to a ghost town.
Makima joined the Mandela branch of the Bythorne Paranormal Society in an attempt to better understand the circumstances surrounding the disappearances. Alternates — now common knowledge to the public — were running rampant, and she dedicated herself to her studies, trying to find some answer or clue as to what was happening.
Her studies brought her to the home of Mark Heathcliff. He had died nearly 20 years prior, but his house was still abandoned, lying dormant at the end of his street like a gravestone. She found herself in his bedroom before long, and without warning, an angelic figure presented itself to her.
His white wings unfolded from a tall back clothed in pearly robe as if they planned to envelop her. They were made of shimmering feathers like those of the noblest dove, and they stretched outwards until she began to worry that his wingspan might overtake her. Both wings sloped down to the spine of an angelic figure, whose shoulders were obscured by curly golden hair. The palms of his hands were pressed together in front of his chest, and his arms were raised in a rigid pose that more closely resembled a sculpture than it did a natural movement. The hem of the white robe, tied to him with a golden ribbon around His waist, concealed his lower body. His eyes fell upon Makima, and he outstretched a hand as if to beckon her forward. A smile graced his face and sent a shiver down her spine.
“I am the good angel Gabriel, sent to you in a time of need.”
Since her visit to the former Heathcliff household, she had been plagued with dreams of alternates and of the angel Gabriel, as if trying to lure her into a trap. Before she'd even realized it, she had visited the St. Gabriel Church in an attempt to meet with him; to visit him — and it worked. She spoke to him more and more often, until he came home with her one night.
Having an all-powerful alternate as a roommate might sound bad on paper, but Makima will be the first to tell you that it's actually quite nice once you get to know him. ...Hey, wait a minute — is she blushing?
Universe: Mandela Catalogue (my own AU/interpretation)
Romantic Interest: The Archangel Gabriel
Theme: Ferry — LIKE A DOG
Attributes to note: Prolonged proximity to such a high level alternate as the Archangel Gabriel has caused some typical traits associated with alternates to 'bleed' onto Makima. Under intense distress — or with undistracted concentration — nearby screens and technology will begin to distort or glitch. She is able to warp the contents of television broadcasts, sometimes even displaying a picture or set of moving pictures when there is no broadcasting connection available. In addition, she can inflict others with Metaphysical Awareness Disorder — also known as M.A.D. — though she uses this strictly as a last resort.
Makima Connor, unsurprisingly, had lived a mostly uneventful life. She'd lived in Mandela County, Wisconsin as long as she could remember, and her best friends — Sebastian and Toby — had done so alongside her. Very little happened in this county, and that's how it stayed for quite a while... until people began to go missing.
The Mandela County populace began to drop like flies, suddenly vanishing or turning up dead. Rumors began to buzz of a foreign species driven on psychological manipulation, imitating those whom it kills. Alternates. The police refused to involve themselves, and no one knew if they could be stopped, but if nothing was done, Mandela County would turn to a ghost town.
Makima joined the Mandela branch of the Bythorne Paranormal Society in an attempt to better understand the circumstances surrounding the disappearances. Alternates — now common knowledge to the public — were running rampant, and she dedicated herself to her studies, trying to find some answer or clue as to what was happening.
Her studies brought her to the home of Mark Heathcliff. He had died nearly 20 years prior, but his house was still abandoned, lying dormant at the end of his street like a gravestone. She found herself in his bedroom before long, and without warning, an angelic figure presented itself to her.
His white wings unfolded from a tall back clothed in pearly robe as if they planned to envelop her. They were made of shimmering feathers like those of the noblest dove, and they stretched outwards until she began to worry that his wingspan might overtake her. Both wings sloped down to the spine of an angelic figure, whose shoulders were obscured by curly golden hair. The palms of his hands were pressed together in front of his chest, and his arms were raised in a rigid pose that more closely resembled a sculpture than it did a natural movement. The hem of the white robe, tied to him with a golden ribbon around His waist, concealed his lower body. His eyes fell upon Makima, and he outstretched a hand as if to beckon her forward. A smile graced his face and sent a shiver down her spine.
“I am the good angel Gabriel, sent to you in a time of need.”
Since her visit to the former Heathcliff household, she had been plagued with dreams of alternates and of the angel Gabriel, as if trying to lure her into a trap. Before she'd even realized it, she had visited the St. Gabriel Church in an attempt to meet with him; to visit him — and it worked. She spoke to him more and more often, until he came home with her one night.
Having an all-powerful alternate as a roommate might sound bad on paper, but Makima will be the first to tell you that it's actually quite nice once you get to know him. ...Hey, wait a minute — is she blushing?
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