Name: Mabel
Age (between 6 and 18 years) : Sixteen
Physical Description:
Tall || Moderately Scarred || Green Eyes || Blonde hair || No piercings/makeup
Her tall body (as in, very tall. 6'2, on the point of being weird for a girl of her age) is flat in all the wrong places, giving her the sharp, angular figure of a New York city slicker. Her complexion is smooth, but lined painfully with juxtaposing white lines and nicks of scar tissue gracing her entire form. Her limbs are wearily thin with malnourishment, the faint bumps of her ribs just visible around her chest. Over time since her escape from the Orphanage, Mabel will begin to show muscle tone from extended work.
Mabel's prominent cheekbones frame her yellow-green eyes, giving her a predatory and hostile look. Her nose is thin and sharp in shape, and she has thin lips which are usually pursed together in solemnity. On her face specifically, a short but wide slash mark down her right cheek to her jaw is visible, white and shiny against her pale skin.
her hair is a pale blonde colour, wispy and straw-like in consistency. She keeps it messily cut short using whatever she can find, being as meticulous as she can with the tools around her. It is split at the ends and shows signs of being once well-looked after, especially based on the amount of time Mabel spends trying to make it look like something similar to whatever she had once before, in vain.
She has absolutely no make-up and no piercings, or tattoos. She wears little to no jewellery, save for a gold choker with a single, small set diamond.
Personality Traits:
Quiet || Practical || Protective || Defiant || Hard-working || Introverted
To say that Mabel is particularly warm and inviting would be a lie. She remains somewhat to herself, her secrets fiercely well-guarded and her friendship-making capabilities limited, at the very best of times. Due to her lofty, thin and angular figure she tends to give off a hostile and aloof first-impression; but the orphanage kids would know better than to judge her based on the cold green stare down the thin bridge of her nose. It seems like her default setting is "Glare".
She's a woman of few words, but this doesn't exactly make her wise or intelligent, though she certainly spends a lot of her time in a pensive, reflective mood when she's on her own. This makes her seem much older than she really is, giving her an air of maturity. She keeps conversations to the bare minimum (despite the best attempts of the orphans) and thus doesn't seem to really present herself to others, making it difficult to tell whether or not she's entirely interested in the kids at all.
However, one would only have to watch her behaviour a little longer to realise that looking after everyone seems to be her priority. She gives up practically everything for the kids, and takes a very hard-working and practical attitude to life, never complaining until someone notices something is wrong. Naturally, since she was rather subservient and took orders quite well, this made her quite the favourite of the guys in charge.
How They Got To The Orphanage or Bio:
- Arrived in the Orphanage 5 years ago, wounded.
- For the next 2 months she was in recovery.
- After recovering, she spent a few weeks completely to herself.
- The kids eventually brought her out of her shell a little and she started to look after them and the orphanage in general by doing housework.
- In time, the older/smarter kids would notice that she takes on most of the work to look after everyone else, even going so far as to skip out of meals to ensure the well-being of the others.
The first eleven years of Mabel's life are a complete mystery. The only thing the orphanage kids know is that she just walked on up to the building, covered in cuts and bruises. She spent the next couple of months in recovery and refused outright to talk to anyone or leave her bed. This worked perfectly well for the Headmaster, despite having nothing to fill a form in with - not even a surname.
The next year and a half could be called 'Rehabilitation'. At first, Mabel was completely and utterly self-absorbed; she didn't like people approaching her and she remained completely to herself for a few weeks. Eventually, though, the kinder mannerisms of the children coaxed out some semblance of communication out of Mabel. She didn't make friends, but she was inquisitive, and usually sat on the staircase or on a chair out of the way to watch the kids play and have fun.
She was probably one of the very few children who actually knuckled down and got some proper work done. As soon as she could move, some sort of habit kicked in and she began to clean and make beds and even help the cook. She became something of a 'teacher's pet' in a sense, as the adults seemed to praise her but she didn't really acknowledge it.
It would've been the older kids who noticed that she was giving up more than it looked to ensure the well-being of everyone. She usually ate after meal-times in her room whilst the others were at the dinner table, but the more observant and the smarter children would've been able to count the bowls and see that, when food became scarce, Mabel sorted her portion out between everyone.
When she cleaned and cooked instead of playing or studying, she made certain that the asthmatic Paige wasn't in the room and did give a brief, blunt warning that she would be kicking up a lot of dust to the youngster so she didn't have an attack. She got up earlier than she had to so that she could finish some of the worse jobs before Lewis gave her a hand in cleaning, knowing that he too was a practitioner of hard manual labour.
Disabilities (if any) : None.
Extra: The closest people could really get to figuring out even a shred of Mabel's life when she was at home was when they'd ask about her scars - she admitted that most of them were inflicted, and weren't accidents.