ABOUT YOU
Name: Ally
Age: 22
Contact Info: vegandulce@yahoo.com
How you found us: Scouting for Anita Blake RPGs.

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Marisol Clara Hernandez
Nicknames: Sol
Character age: 25
Birthdate: March 19, 1983
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined? Clairvoyant and untrained psychic abilities.
Strengths: Highly educated; Personable; Lacks fear of the material supernatural as she sees them in an anthropological manner; Diplomatic; Multilingual in Spanish, Portuguese, Zapotec and working on Italian; Ability to vaguely sense others thoughts although she actively blocks it; Self-restraint.
Weaknesses: Idealistic; Doesn’t realize how deadly/powerful supernatural critters are; Crippling phobias; Hides from her psychic/clairvoyant abilities; Prone to sexual proclivity although exercises self-restraint.
Weapons carried on person: Pepper Spray on her key chain; Cross and necklace bearing the emblem of La Virgin de Guadalupe; Silver switchblade.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Straight-bangs glide across her forehead and dark brown locks trickle down to her lower back.
Eye colour: Hazel eyes with the slightest hint of green and fringed by lush lashes.
Portrayal: Gretchen Mol
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Physical description: Considering she is preoccupied with writing her dissertation, Marisol still finds time to slap on some mascara and red lipstick. Frequently busy, she doesn’t spend as much time on her hair as she does cosmetics; she’s seldom seen without her hair in a ponytail. Marisol never grew out of her adolescent habit of dressing in rockabilly retro fashion. Rolled-up jeans paired with heels and a wife-beater tank top is her staple outfit. Although, she does clean up nice with her small collection of vintage cocktail dresses and the curves to support the hourglass cuts. A diminutive 4’11, she always finds an excuse to wear heels. The student sports a tattoo in homage to Bettie Paige on the bicep of her left arm and a mermaid on the right. She has several piercings as well, but those are all hidden with the exception of the bar in the nape of her neck. Marisol is never seen without a pair of gloves on.
Likes: Ska and rockabilly music; experimenting with new dishes; wine; working on her thesis; dominant men and phenomenally brilliant women; children; genuinely kind people.
Dislikes: Abusive people; her psychic/clairvoyant abilities; arrogance; ignorance; people who bite their nails; extremely religious people; getting burnt.
Fears: Being alone in the dark, even at home; the ocean or other bodies of deep water; demons; serial killers.
Nervous habits: Idly scratches her forearms.

Personality description: Idealistic to a fault, Marisol sees vampires and lycanthropes as just another part of society. In her mind, humans are more dangerous than supernatural beings, with the exception of demons. Impossibly friendly and a tad naïve, the student lacks experience in life and doesn’t stop to think of people’s ulterior motives. She dismisses the fact that other beings are not as altruistic as she is. Always smiling, there is a small streak of playful sarcasm that lurks beneath. Ironically, despite these optimistic views, Marisol has an innate fear of the dark that dates back to being a child. Hence, she often leads a near nocturnal lifestyle as she rather stay awake at night than sleep alone in the dark.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Debra and Alfonso Hernandez
Siblings: Alfonso Hernandez, Jr. (older); Maritza Hernandez-Jackson (younger); Hector Hernandez (younger); Gabriela Hernandez (younger).
Children: None.

History: As a child, Marisol always loved hearing about how her parents had met. Her father had recently migrated from southern Mexico to Los Angeles when he first laid eyes on the blonde Debra Becker. The two were working at the same restaurant; her father was a cook and her mother a waitress. As the story goes, Alfonso persistently pursued Debra, learning English in his spare time so that the two could communicate in a manner other than make-shift signs. Her mother always described with nostalgia how charming Alfonso was. Of course, Debra’s WASP family didn’t approve of the idea of the two dating. It was Debra’s unexpected pregnancy with Alfonso Jr. that prompted the duo to elope. Excommunicated by her family, Alfonso’s siblings that were already in the United States welcomed Debra in hospitably and the rest was history.

Marisol led a privileged youth in the manner that her parents were still happily married and unfortunately leading a healthy sex life. It sickened her when at seventeen, her mother unexpectedly popped out a surprise baby, Gabriela. The rest of the children were all within six years of each other. Marisol often joked that her mother went through half a decade of being pregnant. The reproducing gene ran in her family; with the exception of little Gabriela, the rest of her siblings all had children of their own, some legitimate and others out-of-wedlock. While her family life was stable albeit a bit crowded with so many people constantly living in their house, other aspects of Marisol’s life lacked.

Growing up in Compton, Marisol never had many educational opportunities. It seemed that the best thing she could do was be a good little Catholic girl and get married. From an early age, Marisol didn’t want that life. Academics were her passion and she applied herself all through high school. That isn’t to say she was an angel; the first time she had sex was at fifteen in the backseat of a low-rider. When her older brother found out, he and the rest of his tagging crew beat the daylights out of the poor boy. Marisol wanted more in life: to get out of the ghetto and to see the world!

Marisol won a scholarship to a small college in Los Angeles and it was there that her interest in the supernatural first started. Of course, growing up, she knew to always wear her cross in plain view and stay away from strangers at night. At mass, the preacher spoke of hellfire and brimstone when it came to that topic. But, her parents had sheltered her from the realities of the world and the current political climate. No longer were vampires a taboo topic; it was openly discussed in class. Pretty soon, Marisol found herself going to protests to support vampire and lycanthrope rights. The liberal young woman changed her major from Chicano Studies to Supernatural Studies. Upon completion of her undergraduate degree, she went on to a graduate program in Cultural Anthropology with an emphasis on the supernatural. Not enough fieldwork was done in her opinion on the supernatural in the realm of academia, outside of biological sciences. Marisol entitled her thesis “Lycanthrope Involvement in Los Angeles Gangs”. Currently, she is working on her doctoral dissertation, doing research on sociological patterns of immigrant vampires.

While academics take up most of her life, it was personal problems that lead to her recent arrival in Miami. Marisol is quite endeared to her family and the litter of nieces and nephews she has running around, but their constant disparaging remarks about her choice of career was taking a toll. Furthermore, their insistence that her clairvoyant abilities would disappear if she prayed hard enough was destroying her confidence. It’s as though she carried a curse in her Catholic faith. Last, it didn’t help that her last relationship fell apart at the seams when she read her lover’s thoughts during a round of sex. There are certain parts of a person’s mind that one doesn’t want to know.

With little money in her pocket and living off a meager fellowship stipend, Marisol has just made her way into tropical Miami.

Writing Sample: A smile danced across lacquered lips as Marisol Hernandez glanced around at the barren new apartment. The doctoral student could only afford a studio, but it was her studio! For the first time in her quarter century of existence, she didn’t have to share the space with another person. No siblings, no boyfriend and no room mate. Marisol was utterly elated.

Of course, she had no clue where she was going to get money to furnish the new place. Hopefully, there was a thrift store nearby that sold furniture and dishware. Dancing around the empty space, heels click-clacked on the wooden flooring. Marisol closed her eyes and whirled around in glee. A change of scenery was the best decision I could have made.

A hum broke the silence of the room as she walked over to the windows, pulling up the blinds. Her humble apartment overlooked a concrete courtyard that sported a few palm trees for a hint of vegetation. If she looked out the window on the opposite side, she could watch traffic go by. Well, nothing exciting to see here. I better head out and find a thrift store. God willing, I’ll find a cheap futon. Even at full price, those aren’t that expensive. Maybe I’ll splurge and buy a new one…

Hazel eyes panned the room once more from beneath their veil of thick lashes, surveying the small place. At least she had a full kitchen that came equipped with a stove, refrigerator and built-in microwave. Fewer appliances for her to buy. She could already see where she’d put the wine rack that was buried in her trunk.

With a warm smile and precious notebook tucked under her arm, Marisol made her way out.

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