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Full name:Marceline Florens.
Her first name comes from Marceline Abadeer
of Adventure Time, one of my all-time favorite fictional characters.
No special meaning to it-- honestly, I was just trying to
come up with a not-horribly-obvious music-themed name on the spot, and...
well, hey, punk-rock vampire bassist, can't go wrong there. Plus, it's just pretty <3
Last name is a modified version of 'Florence',
drawn from musician Florence Welch.
The only real nickname she has is 'Marcy'.
(Also, I apologize for the image abuse on this page. But she's shaping up to be kind of a hipster-ish girl and I'm just having fun with it xD I'll post a non-imaged version once I'm done with all of this 
)Gender:FemaleAge:18 years old 
Personality/Interests:
Marceline is a fairly quiet young bean, the one who'll sit quietly at a desk or in the park and have her nose buried in some book or be lost in whatever song she's currently listening to. She fully embraces the label of 'hipster', and is unapologetically in love with all things vintage, rustic... whatever you want to call it, she adores it. She has a special place for older fashions, especially those inspired by the early 20's-'40s; as well as the music of that time. While her music choices tend to be dominated by modern folk/indie groups, Marceline is also drawn to anything with certain instrunments-- saxophones, slow and heavy basses, trumpets and pianos are probably the fastest way to make her enjoy a song, or at least give it a chance. She has long entertained the idea of owning her own lounge one day-- a relaxed place by the seaside with low, hazy lights; where she can sing or provide a venue for new musicians trying to make a break.
Marceline has a strange relationship with cities and large crowds.
On the one hand, too much noise and too many things going on
at once tend to leave her with a bit of a... buzz, so to speak;
excess energy that she can't expend and usually turns into a
niggling anxiety that keeps her from being able to really relax
or calm down. Plus, there's all the litter and all the people,
too many sights and sounds and smells to keep up with; they
threaten to completely overwhelm her. But she concedes that
the city just has a certain air about it; something in the cracked
sidewalks and dingy alleys and the way it lights up at night...
something that she adores and never wants to leave.
However, she adores rural towns as well, or smaller cities in
the mountains or by the sea-- or both, like where she's
currently found herself living. Places where she can see
the stars and find wildflowers or bits of sea glass and shells,
where she can appreciate nature and see how it
and civilization can combine.
When it comes to being around others, she definitely prefers
small gatherings. She might have quite a few friends, and a wide
circle of acquaintances, but she does best in one-to-one situations,
or at least groups smaller than six. When it comes to big events,
she likes smaller venues-- it would be nigh impossible to get her
out to a major concert, for example. She is also an excellent
confidante, sensitive to the emotions of others (which is,
admittedly, a double-edged sword) and always there with
a reassuring word and relaxing activity... or soothing tea,
should the other party strain their voice while ranting.
She absolutely loves autumn and winter,
especially if it doesn't snow so much as it rains and becomes
cold, cloudy and misty, perfect weather for curling up with a cup of
hot lavender-chamomile tea and her favorite book or hanging
out in a coffee shop, especially if there's music going on!
And while Marcy may embrace the hipster label,
she is far from the sort who shuns the mainstream--
chances are the book she's reading would be from the
A Song of Ice and Fire series (favorite characters in it
is Sansa and Brienne, for the record) or something...
lighter (she has a handful of romance novels, and
adores anything with a well-developed romance subplot),
or a comic compilation-- she isn't exactly a devout fan,
she won't go out and buy weekly series,
but she will pick up trades of ones
she particularly enjoys (and she is quite a fan of
most recent superhero movies. ... well, at least the Marvel
ones, her opinion on DC is 'too dull, too dark, too boring').
She's also fairly fond of cartoons (some older, like
Powerpuff Girls; some newer, like Adventure Time
and MLP: FiM) -- even if she is 18, they're fun and
make her happy, what can be wrong with that?
She is often restless, and it's not uncommon to find her with
a few unfinished projects lying around-- she's fairly skilled
with a number of things, but has difficulty really sticking with anything.
When she does find something she loves, though, she'll pursue it
with a deep passion, learning anything and everything she can before
something else inevitably catches her attention.
She also tends to be a bit... rebellious; she does not take
well to being ordered to do anything. This can manifest in
anything ranging from her just refusing to do it, to
outright going and doing the opposite, no matter how much
trouble it might cause.
While she is a good friend, Marceline tends to forget things--
she gets times and dates for almost all events mixed up,
or will wind up with more than one thing scheduled and have
to cancel at he last minute. She has a rather blunt way of
stating things, and tends to come across as a bit... selfish.
Doing things more because she has some investment in them,
it isn't all that often that she'll go out of her way to help someone
else unless specifically asked; and she'll usually expect a favor
in return one day.
She is also very sensitive to light, due to a moderate pigment
deficiency. While her fur keeps her skin from getting too sunburnt,
it still happens; and she is prone to migraines and
disorientation on clear, very sunny days.
History:
She was hatched late on the night of February 19th, 1995; in an apartment in the heart of Chicago. Her earliest memories were of lavish parties, of being told to stay neat and prim and quiet-- children were to be seen and not heard, after all; unless she was specifically addressed. There were also nights in grand halls, sitting backstage snuggled up in her foster father's pouch while their humans were out performing. Marceline liked those parts, hearing the smooth flow of pianos and violins, the deep thrum of cellos and drums. As soon as she was able to read, she started learning all she could about music, listening to the household records (and, when she could get ahold of them, CDs) and delving into as many genres as she could-- her family was, by tradition, focused on classical music. Marceline, however, became positively enchanted with modern... mixed styles, and the kinds of crowds they drew.
It was around that time that Marceline began her music lessons--
specifically, musical history and composition. That was, the
humans said, the better course for her to take if she ever
wanted to really get anywhere in life-- a musician might be
great in their lifetime, but in the end, whoever wrote the music
would be remembered. The young dragon protested, saying that
she wanted to sing, what did it matter of she was remembered?
But she was only met with 'you'll change your mind when you're older,
and it'll be easier if you start now.' So she sat through the lessons,
which were mostly silent-- just like things at home, since she was still young,
still meant to be seen. Not heard. Not at home, not in her lessons; and
it was a rarity for the young bean to say so much as three words
if she had to go out in public.
So Marceline stayed quiet, wrote when and what she had to,
smiled politely to the constant stream of guests coming and
going out of the apartment and grinding her teeth all the while.
When she was thirteen, she started rebelling-- it was only in
small ways; sneaking out during the night or cutting out on
her composition lessons to meet with new friends she'd made.
They were musicians as well, but focused simply on... playing.
Nothing was written down, they just went with where the music
took them. Marceline found that, while she wasn't exactly good
with any instrument... but now that she was growing, entering
her teens, her voice had developed a pleasant low tone that
made her an excellent-- if rough-- singer.
(WIP, is prone to change)
