Name ~ Mara Capra
Played By ~ Eudoxia
Age ~ 26
Sexuality ~ Pan O/Os
(haven’t updated in ages but it’s mostly true-basically, I’m open to writing pretty much anything)
Breed ~ Faun...with human legs.
Power ~ She can stop time for a period of up to 30 seconds, (TBD on the second one, I'm having massive brain freeze. I'm thinking something to do with her horns, but can't be sure just yet.)
Position ~ Server Application:
Name Mara Capra
Position Applying For Server
Skills: Server for the past ten years at The Pancake House. Graveyard shift, so she can handle unruly and drunks with verve.
Reason for Job: She’d love to be able to use her skills and experience while being able to be herself.
Personality ~ To her customers, she is welcoming, warm, and gregarious. For the most part, she is the same to the other employees of Cafe de Fae, although she can be a bit reserved, fearful of judgment.
Background ~ Her family comes from the high mountains where their tribe of Faun have lived for millennia. Modernity has encroached on their tribelands, and Mara was not immune. As a teenager, a gathering of her friends would often wander down to the human town, something they were strictly forbidden from doing. The thrill and the lure was too great. Seeing what Mara considered freedom, she ached to live among them. Teenagers- the grass is always greener! One evening, a caravan of witches passed through the highlands. Late one night, Mara sneaked into their camp, seeking the services of a specific witch. She wished to have human legs, to get rid of her hairy, weird goat legs. The witch did as she was paid to do, performing a spell on Mara, giving her human legs. The witch refused to remove her horns, as it was rumored anyone who stole a Faun's horn would be cursed for a century. Mara had rolled her eyes at that bit, but didn’t do anything to stop the urban(or mountainous, as the case may be) myth. The witch had offered her a talisman
that would get rid of her horns for up to 12 hours. This would allow the girl to somewhat pass for human in a human city. She was thrilled!
Her family and tribe, however, were not. To forsake what she was, to seek the services of a witch, no less, was tantamount to betrayal. In her defense, Mara was 16 years old and basically a complete idiot (as 16 year olds often are). It was no defense to the tribe elders. She was banished from the tribelands.
Having lost her family and friends, Mara came to the city to make something of her life. Being so young and unknowing, she took a job waiting tables at a pancake house during the graveyard shift. She was always careful to be back to her small apartment before 12 hours. She didn’t need reminding- hiding her horns gave her a splitting headache rivaling that of a migraine after about six hours. Eventually- blessedly- learning of Cafe de Fae, she originally sought refuge as a customer, enjoying being able to leave her horns out and not worry. She does feel the ever-present sense of shame, her long, virtually hairless human legs revealing her betrayal of her kind. It wasn’t something she talked about often, the shame was that great.
Mara aims to eventually find the band of witches once again to see if the spell can be reversed. Until then, she’s applied to work as a server at her new favorite cafe.