The Queen's Treasury

Name: Marceline Anicetus
         Name Meaning: "Dedicated to Mars," "Unconquerable"
         Name Pronunciation: mAAr-seh-lEEn AA-nee-kee-taws
         Nicknames: Marcy
Age: 20,012 years old
         Astrology Sign: Sagittarius
         Chinese Zodiac Year: Earth Tiger
         Date of Birth: November 26
Gender: Female
         Gender Identity: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
         Romantic Attraction: Panromantic
         Aesthetic Attraction: Pansthetic
         Platonic Attraction: Panplatonic
         Sensual Attraction: Pansensual
Race: Undead, Demon
         Ethnicity: Human

Guild: Savage Skull
         Guild Position: Guild Master
Position: Sinner of Pride
Rank: S

Detailed Appearance: She once had the complexion of a sun goddess, skin tanned and lit aglow with a golden hue, then one day that color drained from her. It was replaced with ashen gray skin, but no cracks, tears, or hanging flesh marred the smoothness of it. While her skin is a sickly color, it never deteriorated her health, for she stayed her slender and well-defined self. Tattoos cover her body, unbefitting of a true queen, but useful in the art of intimidation and malice to others. A beautiful woman once, but now left to wandering the Earthland as a creature designed for the nighttime atmosphere. One that stands at an impeccable height of 5'6", and uses her height to her advantage in scaring people off. Marceline isn't one to mess with any longer, though she hardly ever truly fights, but uses her looks to her advantage.

A face of an angel, though hidden beneath it is a demon, prowling and waiting for the moment it can strike. Defined jawline, thin lips hidden behind the tall collar of her cape and always in a straight line, and a short, plump nose. Her eyes though, are soulless abysses, and at the center of them will always be two dots of glowing red hatred. But her eyes are almost always concealed by bangs of the long, black waterfall of hair that covers her head. Except for the right side, in which it is shaved completely, with a cross embedded in the short hair as a bald spot. Marceline's hair is almost never tied up, but rather it's left hanging down and falling nearly to the start of her butt. Definitely a sight to behold for a woman, and foolish for those to believe that she is not the snake that will bite

Given the chance, Marceline would run around naked, as she feels more free than in the confinements of clothes. However, since nudity is frowned upon in public, she can be seen wearing an outfit of a mercenary being. A long, tattered, and red cape with a tall collar, tall enough that she can easily hide half of her face in it. This cape clips at the neck and a bit down the chest, and underneath it, she wears a naturally dark shirt. With this, she wears black pants and combat boots, though her boots are a little weird in themselves. She wears gloves on both hands, but the glove on her left hand is almost bionic-like and not in the least bit natural. Lastly, she wears a red headband around her forehead, to hold away the hairs that fall into her abysmal eyes.
         Accessories: Cloak and bandanna
         Clothing Style: Clothing reference
         Eye Color: Black sclera, red irises
         Hair Color: Black
         Health Issues: Oxygen toxicity
         Piercings: Piercings reference
         Tattoos: Tattoos reference
         Skin Color: Ashen gray
         Mental Disabilities:

• Amnesia
  
• Cotard Delusion
  
• Depersonalization Disorder
  
• Derealization Disorder
  
• Congenital Analgesia
  

Detailed Personality: A tyrant is a cruel and oppressive ruler; someone who has seized power through the means of inheritance or unconstitutionally. Marceline is no different from a tyrannical queen, as she places her ideals, thoughts, actions... her own life... before her "nation and people." She sits away on her "throne" while her "nation of people" go about their ill lives, and busies herself with treasures and pleasures. It isn't her necessarily enjoying herself, though it could be seen as that, it's more of her entertaining her ever-bored mind. You see, while someone who "rules" an entire nation in her mind, one only ever is entertained when a war starts. Wars hardly ever start for her people, so Marceline is left to her own devices, awaiting the moment she will truly be needed. However, she is one to treat both good and evil equally, and no other ideologies or ways of life appeal to her when all that is the basis is herself.

All that is in her mind is the idea of conquering places that are not under her "control," and acquiring the goods and guarding them. People are only pawns in her game of life, chess pieces used to move forward and be taken down while she plunders and conquers. Their lives mean nothing to her when she knows that losing them is a better benefit than keeping them around. To her, all living beings are creatures who will die or will one day die, and thus, she chooses when they die. Be them a sage or a god, their life is nothing more than a piece to a game, in which her only goal is to win. Every word she speaks is a ruling, and any person who goes against her ruling will be sentenced to death. "Sentenced to death" meaning that she won't hesitate to kill you or have someone kill you in order to remove your existence from the world.

Arrogance and selfishness are the core traits of a tyrant, and as expected, Marceline displays these traits keenly. She sees herself as the only "true queen" of the world, and acknowledgement of other leaderships is never in her book. They, the people, are inferior to her, whether they be kings or gods, and are only mongrels meant to bow to her. A loathing of these people, these leaders, has grown strong in the depths of Marceline's mind, and has corrupted her. No one is allowed on her level of importance, and as seen fit, she will try to slaughter them if they attempt it. Nothing, but morsels of flesh meant to serve her, people could never reach the level that she holds herself to be on. But if such a thing were to happen, it's very likely that only a select few were to be seen by her as equals, though never better.

Ignorance of her existence will lead to your death; don't know of her face, can't recognize who she is. Why? Why should she let you live if you couldn't even recognize who she was? Your one, true queen you best yourself upon? Anyone, who so much as looks upon her with a lowly and filthy gaze, becomes an intolerable disgrace and is quickly rid of. A queen will not take to her people seeing her as worthless, when all she tries is her best to make them happy. Humanity is too weak in her eyes, however, and thus, she wishes to perfect its nature by growing her army of followers. Her new idea, her goal for the world, is to create a race of mindless drones to do her bidding and conquer other worlds and places. Too broad of a plan, maybe so, but humanity is a race that this young mage cannot tolerate to see rule her world.

Anything and everything is hers, and if it isn't hers, then it will be hers before the person can blink a blind eye. She has amassed a treasure so large from her travels, that keeping things remotely luxurious is much like breathing to her. The items are unimportant, mostly things she has stolen from people around the world and claimed her own. Not only that, but this treasure that she compulsively collects as a hobby or even as a kleptomaniac, is spread over the world. It isn't just one place that contains all of her "treasures," but rather the world is her closet, in which she keeps things. These items though, are nothing more than trinkets that were prized by people, in which she only wanted as her own. After all, a tyrant gets what she wants, whether it be through the means of stealing or gaining it another way.

While items are only things of mere interest, it is clear that it is and always will be owned by her, for she is queen. It doesn't not necessarily need to be in her possession for the item to be considered her own, and she will only lend the items out. First, the person must be a trustworthy being, and only then would she decide on whether to give the item or not. It's not about if she finds you trustworthy in having it, but rather if she finds that she could easily kill you in order to get it back. Most things belong to her and she refuses to share, as she sees it that she has fairly and squarely won said item. Take it from her, and it's a sure sign that she'll find a way to lop your head off and rid your existence from the world. She's not a kind woman when it comes to her items; she's an entire kleptomaniac and maybe even on a whole other level.

Marceline is easily infatuated by men, but would only ever dream of one becoming her husband and never it become truth. Men are stubborn creatures, in which she idolizes the radiance that glows off them when they fight back. To have one for her own, to call her own, she would believe to lose interest in ever having loved the man. Thus, she will only show her love to them through physical, emotionless means, until she gets bored with them. They are wild creatures meant to live on their own and never to be tamed, so she fears the loss of interest in them once "obtained." However, that idea of having a man of her own still rattles around in her head every once in a while, ever so tempting. But to enslave one would be something entirely different, to hold one captive under her tyrannical ruling...

Unfortunately, she's one to underestimate her opponents, and combat only as a source of entertainment for her boredom. Because of her egotistical views, the battle becomes less serious and she doesn't take her opponent as a real threat when they may be. However, if she sees someone as a potential match to her, well... she may just take the battle more seriously. Though it is only those that she respects, she will reach out to in battle and face them with much more seriousness. Half the time, she doesn't use her full power in battle, as she doesn't see her opponent as worthy in seeing it. Basically, she half-asses most of what she does, and really only uses battling as a way to cure her incurable boredom. Without it, she'd be lost and always sitting on her "throne," wondering when the real entertainment of life will get around.

Marceline is easily one to blend into her surroundings, for without this skill, she would be too easily found out by others. A tyrannical leader, while searching for love and attention, doesn't always need to be seen by her people. Thus, she may take on actions that she isn't entirely used to, in order to fool those around her into believing she is one of them. This is mostly a resourceful skill when on jobs or interacting with mages, who may believe she is on the bad side. That isn't something that Marceline wants, as she treats good and bad equally, whereas they wouldn't ever dream to. She is a queen meant to rule her people in peace, while also ruling them with an iron fist to keep them in shape. A single slip up on her part could lead to the end of what would have been the greatest nation in existence.

Nothing is greater than what Marceline believes, meaning nothing will ever be greater in the world than herself. Anger boils in her veins when she sees that a lowlife is attempting to speak with such a grandeur of a person as herself. While anger isn't really something of her, it does happen to sprout out when she interacts with less worthy people. It's not something that she can really control, as she grew up with such an egotistical view on the world. In fact, it's come to the conclusion that Marceline wouldn't live a day without a compliment on her tyranny of people. But yet, she doesn't want to be tyrannical, she wants her people to love her and believes she is doing the right thing. So, this anger rises and controls her when she's speaking with others, who may not be as highly placed as she sees herself.

People's opinions and ideas do not matter to her in the least bit, but anything she comes up with is absolute. Her nature is cold, cruel, and heartless, as a means to show that she can get what she wants without hesitation or fear. But she can fool people into believing that she is amicable and friendly, when in reality, she is the complete and utter opposite. The standards of a queen are always finalized, and nothing can be changed about them, unless the next queen states. Thus, her standards are what hold her together and keep her going; faith in that she can restore darkness to the world. Like previously said, people are only a pawn in her game of life, and they are the pieces that will bring destruction to the world. That's all and ever she will need them for and as soon as she is done with them, she will try to extinguish them from the world.
         Dislikes:

• Goody-two-shoes
  
• Subordination
  
• Uncontrollable
  
• Living beings
  
• Spirit Magi
  
• Life Magic
  
• Ulterior transportation
  
• Anarchy/overthrowing of a ruler
  
• Emptiness
  
• Life in general
  

         Fears:

• Loss of control
  
• Losing herself
  
• True Death
  
• Rejection
  
• Failure
  
• Hurting loved ones
  
• Loneliness
  
• Loving another person
  
• Inability to create the kingdom she wishes to create
  
• Inability to truly die
  

         Habits:

• Wears rather slutty clothing
  
• Over-analyzes her opponents
  
• Collects the bones of her victims
  
• Uses the ashes of her victims to travel with
  
• Claims to not want to hurt people
  
• Tortures people because of her magic
  
• Plays with her hair a lot
  
• Tendency to laugh a lot
  
• Rapes when killing people
  
• Never truly sleeps
  

         Likes:

• Control
  
• Leadership
  
• Red
  
• Death
  
• Decay
  
• Fungi
  
• Brutality
  
• Fun
  
• Raping
  
• Killing
  

         Motivations:

• Guild Master position
  
• Queen status
  
• Extinction of humanity
  
• Death
  
• Creation of her ideal kingdom
  
• Becoming the Grim Reaper
  
• Annihilating human kingdoms/cities/etc
  
• Prevent Death from doing as He pleases
  
• Continuing the natural process of death and decay
  
• Make her brother proud of her
  

         Personality Disorders:

• Antisocial Personality Disorder
  
• Avoidant Personality Disorder
  
• Borderline Personality Disorder
  

         Phobias:

• Thanatophobia
  
• Thermophobia
  
• Atychiphobia
  
• Autophobia
  

         Strengths:

• Adapt in being able to take rather than give
  
• Is able to read the actions of others to know what they may be thinking
  
• Intelligent in the matter of being able to defeat foes
  
• Knows how to trick and tease in order to get what she wants
  
• Is able to take advantage of even the most strong-willed people
  
• One with Death and Decay
  
• Does not hesitate in the thoughts that go through her mind
  
• Isn't afraid to speak her mind
  
• Can get herself easily out of tight situations when on her own
  
• A strong leader
  

        Weaknesses:

• Has a tendency to invert with her magic
  
• May not always listen to the advice of others
  
• Does not have boundaries when it comes to personal space
  
• Willing to spill any details if she knows she'll get something out of it
  
• Can be easily taken advantage of when her guard is down
  
• Doesn't always have a plan when going into killing jobs
  
• Her actions often get her into trouble with people
  
• Often needs saving by her guild mates, despite claiming she doesn't
  
• Struggles with comprehending emotions
  
• Inconsiderate of others at times
  

        Quirks:

• Noticeable tattoos
  
• Noticeable design in hair
  
• Constantly cracks her knuckles
  
• Despises being in hot/warm temperatures
  
• Bleeds black blood
  
• Messy when killing people
  
• Tends to speak in her native tongue
  
• Knows various languages
  
• Has a tendency to talk to herself
  
• A riddle maker
  

Detailed History: Die Geschichte von die Dame ohne Barmherzigkeit
         Place of Birth: Sin
         Current Residence: Sin
Family Tree: Anicetus Family Tree

Primary Magic: The Ravenous Hand
Secondary Magic: the Mist of Death
Tertiary Magic: The Need

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Marceline Anicetus's body is made entirely from a type of earth, that is known as clay, which was baked and heated to perfection. This body was crafted by Death itself and as a result, the material contains the magic in which Marceline uses on daily basis. With this body, she is capable of withstanding temperatures that humans normally wouldn't be able to withstand. Likewise, this body also allows her to be completely immune to toxins, such as venom and poison either created by magical or natural means. Unfortunately, this body is capable of cracking when temperatures become too hot even for the clay to withstand. It is also capable of shattering if too much pressure is placed on the fragile material or if it falls from greater heights. One of the more important aspects of the body, however, is that it allows for Marcy to be able to shift into any form she wants.

Without this body, Marcy would not be able to take on many of the forms that she has formerly been able to take. It grants her the ability to completely change what she looks like into someone who she has consumed the soul of. As such, this body is sustained solely on the consumption of souls and will only function if souls are inside of it. If no soul is within the body, the body will become still and Marcy will become what is considered a "vegetable" to humans. However, as soon as a soul is placed inside of the body or absorbed by it, the body will begin to function normally. Marcy is not capable of feeling any sort of pain with this body, as a nervous system was never connected to it. She is also able to be shocked by lightning and not receive as much or any damage from the spells or natural effect.

Unfortunately, earth mages are capable of consuming the body or manipulating the material it is made out of. This renders as a huge weakness to Marceline, as her opponents would be able to easily take away parts of her. More so, ice can freeze over parts of the clay material, causing her to be unable to move the limb or part without trouble or at all. Water will also wet down the material and cause it to deform and reshape or completely come off on its own.

This coin is made from the silver found in the depths of Hell itself, refurbished and remodeled to mock that of an American quarter. The coin contains both a front and back side, with each side having a different design and meaning to the image. On the front side of the coin is what people consider to be the Grim Reaper, but is actually a knockoff skeleton of it. It is dressed in what looks to be a clean suit and topped off with a top hat, even having a grin on its flesh-less face. Behind the skeleton is what looks to be a picture frame that contains a bundle of five arrows chained together by chain link. A short motto can be found on the right curve of the coin and when read, it reads off, "in debt, Death they trust." Supposedly, it has no meaning behind it, but in truth, the motto is in reference to Marceline, as she is an aspect of Death.

If given to another being, this coin allows for the chosen person to be able to summon the maker of the coin whenever they wish. This can be during jobs or during socials, but the person will only be around for that thread and it can only be used once. As soon as the maker has been summoned, they will not be able to be summoned in another thread for three threads. When the maker is summoned, the person who brought them into the world is granted an immunity to their magic. As such, the holder of the item does not have to fear being decayed by the effects of Marceline's magic during the thread. However, there is a catch to holding this item and being able to summon its maker, the person must know the phrase to summon the maker. Without knowing what the phrase is that opens a portal to allow the maker into the world, they cannot summon the maker.

A small, burlap pouch that is able to latch onto the belt of the wearer, so that it can be carried around with ease. It is small enough to fit in the palm of the wearer's hand, and ties at the top with a blue drawstring, like a bow. This pouch is light in color, looking very similar to deerskin or even the flesh off of a human being, in which case, this is true. The pouch is not made out of burlap, like it may appear to the eye; it is, in fact, made out of the flesh of once living humans. However, the stitching is so precise that it is near impossible for the naked eye to tell that the pouch is made of flesh. For someone to realize the pouch is made of flesh, they must touch it, in which it will feel like the taut skin of long-dead humans.

On occasion, blood will ooze out of the stitching's cracks, which can't be helped, or has an explanation as to why. This pouch allows for Marceline to carry anything and everything with her without being weighed down in the least. For instance, she can pocket the ashes of her victims into the pouch for later use and not worry about being burdened by it. Inside of the pouch is a large dimension that, in a way, is a world of its own that contains everything she owns. More so, people are able to be sucked inside of the pouch and held there for however long Marcelin wishes them to be. It can create anything and everything, such as a room to place something inside or a house to live inside of while in there. With this pouch, the possibilities are infinite, so long as the person inside or using the pouch can think of what they need.

This is a weapon forged in the depths of Hell by Death itself and given to Marceline after the accomplishments set out for her were completed. It is the means of being able to wrap her victims up and hold them in place while her magic slowly eats away at them. With its sharp blades throughout its entirety, these extensions grip onto the person's skin and tear gouges in their flesh. The blades are capable of consuming the soul of the person while they are attached to said victim until they let go. They glow a light purple in hue when the ability is activated, pulsating like a heartbeat as the soul is absorbed by the weapon. However, the blades are hooked only on one side and act similar to claws of an animal when latching onto a victim. These blades are stationed exactly five or so inches apart from each other and extend as the weapon grows with Marcy.

The handle of the weapon is much like that of a wand, but comes to a point at the other end like an arrowhead. This side of the weapon can be used as a blunt weapon, such as striking or hitting someone over the head. It can even be used to impale or stab the person in which the wielder wishes to injure, but it cannot drain souls in this way. Where the thong of the whip connects to the handle, a skeletal face rests, jawless and staring with its empty eyes. Three blades of varying size accompany the skull on its left side, the topmost being the longest, while the bottom-most is the shortest. Its thong extends in length with each rank Marcy reaches, but will always come to an arrowhead point at the end. As with the handle's bottom, this end is capable of latching onto the victim in a way that would be considered bludgeon attacks.

It is a weapon in which Marcy can use as a last resort if her magic begins to fail her, should it ever fail at all.

Long after Marceline's body had been recreated and birthed into Earthland, it was blessed with a strange marking. This marking is located on her back and starts at the base of her neck, extending all the way to her tail bone. Each disk of the spinal cord matches the placement in which her own spinal cord is located, and each disk has spikes that look like it could penetrate skin. Between the second and third disk of the spine is where the wings of the tattoo begin to spread out and fold downward. The wings have three sections to their bones and each bone section is sharped like it could be used as a knife. Even the thumbs of the wings end in what would be considered claw-like formations to those of outside view. While those around her may believe this to be one bad-ass tattoo, this tattoo opens up an array of abilities for Marceline.

When this tattoo is activated, Marceline is able to access her succubus form, which amps up the power of her magic. She can access this form whenever she wishes, but she is only able to use it for a duration of time before it forces her out. Likewise, the activation is also based on her emotions, so not only can she access it, but her emotions access it as well. If she were to become angry, then the form would be activated, if she were to be lustful, then it would activate, and so on and so forth. As this form is activate, the tattoo glows a light purple much like how her weapon glows when absorbing a soul. It pulsates like a heartbeat as well until the wings peel out from her back like it was never a tattoo at all. From there on, her form will begin to change from her humanoid features to that of what a succubus looks like.

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