#when people like them murder and ruin lives it is always detatched

[royalthorned]

i think we all need to start using “you’re not serious people” to seriously analyse the death eaters ASAP

[burnmarilyne]

✗✗✗ you see [ marilyne green ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she ] has been here for [ two years ] now but they’re still pretty [ misleading ] which is fine because they’re also [ influential ] so it balances out. the [ thirty-nine ] year old [ real estate agent ] actually looks like a lot like [ marion cotillard ], don���t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ pyrophilia & being right ].

bullet introduction (tw: mental health issues, tw: delusions, tw: mental abuse, tw: murder, tw: arson, tw: weapons, tw: cancer mentions)

Marilyne’s Mom was a failed poet, raising her in the big bad world of New York City. She did anything and everything to keep them in the city, to pay the rent, to put food on the table. She kept them there, completely certain in the fact that her break was coming. Next poem, next event, next publisher, next year. Then she became ill when Marilyne was thirteen. Brain cancer. As her brain started shutting down, she started forgetting Marilyne, when she would come home from school, she would be asked who she was, why she was here. Occasionally, her Mom would think she was a real intruder, come to take her away. She would hit her, kick her out, and Mar would have to walk the streets for a while and then come back and try again. 

Where was her Father? Dead. Murdered when she was Six. The reason? Unclear, but her Mother told her that he was taken out, by the government, because he was too smart. He was a Wall Street broker, and the actual story was that he got into some gang shit and when he tried to get out, they didn’t let him. But, that reality would shatter her Mom, so... She made a new one for her and Marilyne.

When she was fifteen, her Mother passed away. She was taken and placed into foster care. She went from home to home, no family really able to get her because it was much easier to act out, to become a deliquent, to detatch from her reality and make herself up an entirely new one, like her Mom used to do. Oh, and she began to get this afflication for fire after watching her Mother get cremated.

She barely finished school, and that wasn’t because she wasn’t smart. Oh no, Marilyne Green is extremely, dangerously clever. But, not in the traditional textbook and exam way. She lost herself in her Mom’s old poems a lot, and in stories, and all kinds of media that just took her away in her mind. 

What did she do on graduating? What was her senior prank? Well, she set fire to the school. She was arrested, charged, and then sectioned. There were so many diagnosis’ thrown at her, schizophenia, bipolar, personality disorders, manic depression, ptsd, blah blah blah, she didn’t care she was just fascinated at everyone else in the psych ward. 

She began learning about people. About what made them tick. About how to manipulate them and change them and what made people do what they did. Was it random? Was it planned? 

The trouble was, she realised that her test pool was a bit... narrow. All of these people were interesting, but they were like her weren’t they? ‘Sick’. Not that Marilyne ever really believed she belonged in a hospital, there was nothing wrong with her. The problem lied in the world, in that nothing really mattered. Not in the long term. They were all like... Little simulations, no lasting cause... Stories to be played out. 

So, she got herself out. She played the game. She wrote the story. She was discharged at twenty six years of age having served her four years in secure hospital for arson, and then another three years of ‘therapy’. But, the only thing she gained from that place was an insanely talented giftset of manipulation, misleading behaviour, and storytelling.

She was put in supported housing, given a chance and a job as a waitress at a local diner. She lived that story for a while, but it just wasn’t good enough to see the same boring people every day so she wondered what she could do to really use her skills. Sales. Sales were just the art of manipulation, right? And what was a bigger sale than a house? What was a better story than someone, or a couple, or a family buying a house?

Buisness was slow for the first year, but by the time she was thirty she was always busy, but never really satisfied. There was just something missing in her own story, wasn’t there? A love of her own. A romance arc of her own. So, she began to look for a muse... That was when she met Hadley Hopewell. Oh, what a plot twist she was.

Stalking was always a bit of a strong word for Mar, but, well... That is what happened. Then, eventually, they fell into this toxic dance with each other. Both of them as darkly fucked up as the other. Until, one day, Mar found a SOLD in the restaurant, and no one home in her apartment. Oh, boy did she spiral. That restaurant was quite quickly picked up by another aspiring Chef but in a tragic accident burned down a week after he brought it.

Marilyne then became her own fucking private investigator, and tracked every last bit of evidence she could find and manipulate out of people until she found where Hadley had moved to. It took the better part of year, but as soon as she found her in Santa Ysabel, she packed up and moved herself and her business across the country to California. That was two years ago now.

Mar loves it in Santa Ysabel... Everyone here is so fascinating....

She makes up stories for pretty much everyone she meets, everyone she sells a house to. There have been times when people stray away from her planned story for them, and... Well, she doesn’t take all that kindly to it. She may have, accidentally killed a few people who dropped out of housing contracts the last minute and ruined her stories for them... 

She’s extremely delusional in the sense that she really doesn’t believe anything is really real. Everything is just stories, and simulations, and nothing really matters other than the next plot. 

Will ask your muse about their childhood, about their life, about anything and everything they will tell her. Very curious.

Always has a notebook. Always writing in it.  Will probably stalk the people she finds the most interesting. Heavily invested in romance and people’s relationships. Generally a crazy daisy and has lots of scope for angst and pain and dark plots so come for me. Want someone to blow something up? She’ll do it. Want someone dead? She’ll probably do it. 

Fascinated by Mercy and Wynter, endocrinated herself in the mercinary life because wow what a story these people have. 

Has an extensive collection of lighters and lighter fluids.