COMIC

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marisa isabella sans


comic, comic sans


metahuman.


twenty-three


nov twenty-third


southern america


female


female

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comic is a stubborn piece of shit who refuses to bend or break for anyone. she hits life like a wrecking ball and refuses to back down from it, ready to leave the world as she entered it; screaming and covered in blood. she's about as fun to be around as being covered in sandpaper, considering how everything she has to say to you is pretty much rude and abrasive with the goal of getting you to leave her alone.

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really, its because she puts up wall after wall to keep herself emotionally sane. marisa had a pretty messed up childhood and has gone through significant trauma since finding out she had powers and abilities, so she tries to keep everyone out. combine that with her natural spitfire anger and a cynical lease on life, and you get someone who typically comes across as dark and pissed off all the time.

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when not being overly defensive and using anger as a meatshield, she tends to be rather somber and quiet. peaceful time for her life tends to involve trying to feel nothing at all, and then switching to trying to feel something. she simultaneously refuses to admit that she's scarred and damage and seeks comfort from something in her life. to that end, marisa finds joy in senseless destruction as a form of coping.

[break][break] marisa also holds a degree of loyalty to people she works with or allies herself towards; she views herself as having a very expendable life, and is willing to lay it down for anyone that she has some level of bonding with.



it almost didn't matter where she grew up. technically it was somewhere in the southern united states, somewhere in the border zone. marisa was never able to call it home, though. not with a passive rotting husk of a mother and the man who she got part of her dna from. they always saw her as a burden; another mouth to feed and care for, another person registered into the collective of humanity and they were stuck taking care of her. this disdain was made extremely obvious to her at all times, and marisa had to learn to cope at a young age.
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she never really thought it was their fault for it. after all, she was rather fucked up. marisa never really got the whole kid thing down quite right. she developed fine cogmentally and physically, appearance wise, but her personality never took off. she was somber, quiet, with a deadened look in her eyes; the kind you'd see in an abandoned dog on the side of the road who was too tired to chase the truck any further. she remained like this during her 'home school' sessions, where she had to self-teach as her parents were too busy pretending she wasn't their concern to do otherwise.
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they never overtly abused her, which always confused her as a kid, because it was not abuse in the way she could understand as a kid. she got to eat three proper meals, got to have a bed time, normal kid stuff. but they never once called her their kid, their daughter, or by her name when possible. they treated her like a stranger paying rent, and nothing more. it was a dull knife to a thick vein.
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at age sixteen she left. she didn't say anything, and they didn't stop her. she drifted for a while, train and bus hopping and doing any odd job she could get her hands on. at least, until it happened. an accident on the job; falling equipment, which should have hospitalized her. instead, she was completely unharmed, and felt nothing about the fact that a forklift should have taken her out.
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a bit of self-experimentation later after running and leaving the state, and she found that she was one of those freaks with powers. things changed; she didn't have to work small-time jobs anymore. she could get her cash in more direct ways, like taking the entire atm with her.
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of course, there was opposition, but most of it was smalltime clashes that went back and forth - until she was hit by him. some middling vigilante with psychic powers got to her, and got into her brain. he put all of her trauma, fears, and anxieties into the forefront and slammed her with them as hard as possible.
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marisa went off the grid after that. she hid, she buried herself deep where even she couldnt find herself. something in her broke that day, and that anger was now tainted with sadness, her days marked by a growing depression that made it impossible for her to function like she used to. its been two years since, and she's still trying to get back into the scene without it getting to her first.
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To know sorrow [break]
is not terrifying. [break]
What is terrifying [break]
is to know you can't go back [break]
to happiness you could have. [break][break]

-tite kubo

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marisa's body is at its physical peak, always. she has the maximum amount of stamina, strength, and reflexes possible for a normal human muscle and skeletal system, as well as having an insane amount of agility and reflexes. this requires little to no upkeep on her part; as long as she maintains a healthy lifestyle, this power does its job on its own.



marisa's physical durability (ability to endure/resist damage) is extremely high, allowing her to take numerous blows of external assaults before succumbing to the effects. while not immune to attacks or damage, it takes a high degree of power to even get past her skin, as well as leave any kind of long-lasting injuries. Once past her skin, she has a normal human level of vulnerability, as well as mental vulnerability.
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However, recent stimulus has evolved this particular mutation, and now marisa resists psionic and magical effects. attacks such as telekinetic blasts and magical fireballs seem to half a halved effect on her, often brushing off the brunt of the damage. magical effects such as binding chains or hypnotic sleep shrug off or take minimal effect, and attempts to breach her mind forcefully require strict concentration and power, as her own mind has grown mental barricades that, to any mental intruder, seem to be walls of angry and forceful emotions.



as marisa becomes angry or begins to lose herself to a blind fury, her strength increases up to a factor of being twice as strong as she normal would be, capable of fighting on par with other superstrength entities. however, her body cannot handle the stress of this for very long, and she will eventually succumb to fatigue and internal damage.