Maria Estevan, Maria Murcia, Mary Ann Estevan, Marie Ann Murcia, Marie EstevanAge:
Kingdom of Castile, present day SpainPersonality:
Mariana is a well educated and wise woman. She has survived by adapting quickly, avoiding conflict, and taking advantage of her wits and charms when she couldn’t. She has been taught and practiced swordplay since the beginning of her immortality, and knows several different styles with different swords. She is a hot blooded and passionate woman who isn’t interested in winning the Game. She is loyal to her friends, and doesn’t forget her enemies. She does not follow any particular code, except for the rules of the Game, and if forced will do what needs to be done to survive.Hisotry:
I was born in the city of Murcia in the Kingdom of Castile in 1327. Historians call it the dawn of the Modern Age. The Renaissance had begun in Italy with the writings of Dante, Petrarch, and Boccaccio, and the artwork of Giotto. In the neighboring kingdoms such as Aragon, neighbor turned upon neighbor over conflicts of religion. The Papal Inquisition had been in effect for nearly a hundred years, and forced Muslim and Jew to hide or flee. In Castile, the Muslims and Jews were not persecuted but were the type you did not associate with. The Iberian Peninsula was still in control of the Muslims. It is safe to assume, I was raised Catholic. Like many women at the time, I was married at the age of fifteen to Felipe Gioate, a merchant and tradesman. I never loved Felipe, but I tried to make him a good wife. He always wanted children.
In 1348, I died for the first time. Like hundreds of others The Black Death claimed my life. It was only through chance that I was saved from the fire. The woman, I would later call mentor and friend, was named Julia Aurelia a Sarmatian. Julia took me under her wing and taught me how to survive “The Game”, swordplay, read and write Latin, Spanish, English, French, and Russian, and she taught me how to act like a highborn lady. At the time I had met Julia she was already twelve hundred years old.
In 1356, I left Julia’s care and entered a monastery. For the next fifteen years, I hid on holy ground and continued my education. When conversation moved toward how youthful I still appeared, I knew it ws time to move on.
In 1490, I decided to go to court. By that time, I had lived outside the monastery’s protection for close to a decade and had managed to find a young lord by the name of Estevan Castillo, who just happened to be the youngest son of a baron and as such had little pressure or expectation to provide an heir. I was quite fond of Estevan, and after we wed I enticed him to take me to Ferdinand and Isabella’s court. In the late fifteenth and early sixteenth century, the Spanish court seemed to be the center of the world. Columbus’ voyages turned everything upside down. Estevan and I were happy during the years we spent at court together. It was possibly one of the happiest times of my life.
In 1503, I received my first quickening. Estevan and I were on a picnic, and he was complaining that I hadn’t given him a child yet. The feeling I had only associated with Julia until that day sent the, now all too familiar, warning sensations across my body and pulled my attention to a loan rider. I believe he felt it at the same time. The man initially approached Estevan, but when he came closer his eyes drifted to me. The man drew his blade without ever introducing himself, and Estevan quickly pulled his. I tried to persuade them not to fight. I begged the nameless man to go. Neither would listen. Estevan fought bravely and even wounded the man, but in the end he was fighting an Immortal. Even as the man’s blade was slick with my husband’s blood, I slipped a dagger between his ribs from behind. Then, in grief and rage, I took my departed husband’s blade and removed the man’s head.
After that I spent some years in another monastery and when a decade passed I spent a century in England and France, attended their courts and masqueraded as a Spanish noblewoman. Around 1745 is when I came to North America, and in 1803 I moved to California. The gun became a close friend, and I made most of my wealth in the old west during the gold rush. I did my part for Women’s Suffrage, marched, organized, and protested. During the second half of the twentieth century, I divided my time between New York and Los Angeles, and in 1963 opened several preparatory schools for young women in California, Maryland, and Illinois which are still operating today.