Post by <Fallen>:. on Sept 5, 2008 20:39:11 GMT 12
[/font]Maia Leithwaite
((It's the only photo I could find, 'k?! XD She's older than that!))
I've Always Been:
Maia Elizabeth Leithwaite-Markson
Masquerading As:
'Milly' derived from 'run of the mill'; Anita [Alias], and Sophie [Alias].
For:
51 years. (24/8)
And Yes, I Am A:
Woman
Working For:
Twilight's Rain[/blockquote]
I Was Told To Be...:
Ever since she was little, Maia was told that she had 'mothering instincts', so it was only natural for her to develop on these. She's a compassionate, relatively easy-going parent, with a love for just about everyone and everything. In fact, she's probably the kind of mother that every kid wants to have; she's there for school plays, recitals, matches and fund-raisers... At least, as long as she has a moment to spare. Most of her time goes to her children.
Personalities... You can't really confine them to words. Especially in Maia's case. Generally, she takes the position of a cheerful, hard-working sort, who doesn't mind taking a break but is determined to get whatever task she sets out to do done. She doesn't give up on anything (or anyone) very easily... Especially her kids. She's always tried to be a good mother to Laura and Liam... But balancing work and family didn't always pay off. Anyway, she always does her best, and tries to be a good listener... although she often gets snappy and irritable when she's under stress or tired.
A few things guaranteed to lighten her mood, though, will always include her family (not her mother in law). The sight of Laura or Liam smiling at her are guaranteed to make her smile too, if not completely lighten her mood. Their innocence... It's a continual revelation to her, and the siblings' good relations are a bit of a shock, considering the harshness of her own with her sister Annabella.
Things that surprise her will usually not show, a trait she has learned from her time as a Government spy. There's nothing that she has learned about caution or stealth that has not come from each of her lines of work. And stealth would be her most preferred option; people are less likely to get hurt.
It must be said, that if someone is hurt or injured, Maia's infamous mothering instincts will kick in, and she will do everything she can to help them. Even if they are the enemy. Too many people have died in this fight already, and all of them have families, people who car about them... Or at least, people who will say, "Oh crud, we've lost another spy. Send in the next one, then."
The Government's indifference to the lives of those around her is a continual source of her disgust, hatred, and... puzzlement. She doesn't, literally doesn't understand how so many people can be so uncaring about life and limb. Having a family who've always loved her, she supposes that she'll never understand. Not until this is all over... if she lives to see that day.
If Maia takes a dislike to you... Oh boy, are you in trouble. Depending on how bad the slight, she'll change her ways of dealing with it, but usually she goes with a 'give as good as you get, and then some' attitude, and her way of revenge will reflect the way you've hurt her, though she'll never stoop as low as hurting others to get to her enemies. Mostly, though, she tries to forget and forgive... Tries.
But In The Mirror I See:
Maia is of Spanish, possibly Italian, descent. Her eyes are dark brown, her hair much the same, and her skin of a generally even tone, broken here and there by the occasional dis-coloured area. 5"6 in height, so pretty tall, she stands level to or over many of the other operatives and Twilight's Rain.
There is nothing about her face to suggest her personality. Her skin is wrinkling slightly in preparation for the day she will begin to truly age; skin creams and such have kept that at bay so far. Laugh-lines are the most prominent marks on her face.
Maia's build could best be described as... well, comfortable. She's not muscular, not fit, and certainly not bony, though she isn't large enough to be called thick-set; her height takes that off and away. Fingers are slightly stocky, but her pinky finger is, strangely, too narrow for her hands. It's a bit strange; one of the odd deformities all humans seem to have, and she doesn't let it trouble her. Legs, a little short in comparison with her body, end in stocky ankles and long feet.
On these particular feet, it's very difficult to find anything other than grubby sneakers. Socks, grubby white, and long, loose jeans, held up with a simple black belt, and a white blouse are her most common articles of clothing. For 'decoration', she has a pair of quart studs, a matching set with the necklace she wears. Silver links, silver pendant, and a rose quartz heart studded in the center. They used to be her mothers, but the earring she had made to match. She'll touch the pink stone, sometimes, when she's nervous.
Kiss And Tell:
As a child, Maia was brought up in England. For the first ten years of her life, and her sister Annabella's, she went to school there, made a few close friends there (as close as ten-year-old friends can be). She and her sister never had the rosiest of relationships; the two were vicious competitors for their parents' attentions. Each of them took up instruments, sports, drama... anything they could to get their parents to watch, to see that one was better than the other. Maia's own competitive streak didn't last long after they moved into America. It was like moving away from her friends, away from all she'd ever known, took most of the fight out of her. She kept her caring nature, her adventurous, playful spirit, but all the energy she had left for competing with her sister just sort of ran out.
Her social, school, and financial lives began to improve with the move to Miami. She regretted the loss of her friends, but kept in touch for a few years. College went well; she continued her piano, dance, and martial arts classes. And when college ended and she no longer had to live under the same roof as her over-achieving sister, Maia moved into a little flat near the center of Miami. She started taking psychology, joining the drama department on the side.
It was there, one day, that she was first advanced on by the Government. Walking through the bustling streets, going home at dusk from the university with a book-bag over her shoulder, she was walking a little too fast and walked straight into the grey-suited man, knocking him down.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Maia exclaimed. She began to pick up the bag he had dropped. The man's eyes, momentarily uncovered, disconcerted her. Sorry as she was, she just wanted to get away from there. People began to look curiously at them, but moved around and on without a single gesture of concern.
The man's thick hand clamped over her own. "I've been looking for you," he muttered under his breath. The sunglasses he wore prevented Maia from seeing his expression. Her heart began to beat faster as she turned away, withdrawing her hand. "You're mistaken."
"No, Maia Markson, I am not." The thud of her heart beat, of the fear she felt pounding through her, made her laughter more shrill than she had intended. "I've got a job for you."
Her head raised, interest caught. She didn't trust nor like this man... But she had been looking for a job for weeks to keep the rent on her flat.
"Oh."
She rose, throwing the bag over one shoulder again, as the man also stood, uncomfortably close.
"I'll see you by the statue at ten tomorrow, if you want to know more," he smiled. It was not a nice smile. Almost as an afterthought, in case she didn't quite get the message, he added, "It's during your break after psychology, and your diary is empty then, so don't tell me you're busy."
And with those last words, he was gone.
Naturally, Maia did not go to the statue; the experience had been far too disconcerting for her, and although she wanted to know where and how he got this information, she forced her curiosity down and did her homework instead.
Over the next few days, she got some none-too-subtle e-mails. Messages soon began to be slipped under her door, hinting of something dark; something that would happen if she didn't keep the next meeting. She became paranoid; unwilling to leave the house for anything except school or shopping, unable to convince herself to indulge in her usual pleasures without the comfort of a friend beside her. And because she had few friends at that point, they were usually busy with their own affairs.
Then, on the eve of the second meeting, she met Samuel. He was a charming, sarcastic one, the kind that are usually the subject of college girl chats when they are younger... And yet this one seemed to have managed to sustain his personality through that time. Now, grown women swooned over him.
She met him in the library, studying, and they fell to talking ("... as any 'sensible' girl should when faced with Samuel Taylor!") and soon they had organised to meet again the next day. Maia had forgotten all about the meeting she had with the grey-suited man.
As her friendship with Samuel blossomed, the notes began to stop. She didn't feel threatened any more. Soon, they had been seen holding hands around the school. In months, their friendship had become... something more.
Maia had a new job in a corner shop. She'd been working there ever since Samuel has come along. The ease with which she had gotten the job amazed her every day; her boss had looked at her resume, and she had gotten the job a day later.
As she was musing, Samuel came into the shop. "Hey, Milly!"
A quick kiss on the cheek was all she needed to blush, feeling herself quiver at his touch. "There's something I need to show you..." he continued, his voice a little clipped, nervous. Her surprise must have been plain on her face, because he gave a pointed look to her employer, who gave a conspiratorial nod of ascent. Maia was confused. She had a good hour more of work to do; what was this about? She only sensed nervousness in Samuel's posture, nothing to suggest that he was planning anything. He just seemed... like he was going to show her something. As he had said.
Blood Ties, Love Ties:
Parents:Samuel Robert Markson-Father, 86. Deceased.Rita Bella Rosetta Markson-Mother, 87. Deceased.
Sibling:
Annabella Mary McGowan [Markson]- Sister, 49. Lives in New York. Runs a website business from home, has written one successful book on the ins and outs of fashion and two that never got off the ground. Blue eyes, brown hair, fair complexion. 4"9.
Husband:
Jackson Marco Leithwaite- 52. Works at a travel agency. Loves him dearly, but he works very late. Surprisingly late, in fact. Black hair, green-grey eyes. 5"4.
Children:
Laura Isabelle Leithwaite- Daughter, 20. Works part-time at a bookshop. Has Bipolar II Disorder and an awkward relationship with her mother. Used to be her mother's protégé. Dark brown hair, dyed black, grey-green eyes. 5"2.
Liam Taylor Leithwaite- Brother, 12. Goes to Blue Raven Primary; Maia intends to train him as a future Twilight operative. Black-brown hair, grey eyes. 4"7.
Relations of Note:
Isabelle Leithwaite- Mother-in-law, 91. Retired. Less than perfect relationship with her, but they get on all right. Grey curly hair, grey eyes. 5"2.
Peter Luke Leithwaite- Grandfather, 89. Retired, funny and very easy to get on with. Grey hair, balding, green-grey eyes. 5"1.
For My Love I Keep:
For the safety of her family, she keeps a small, silenced pistol under her pillow. Yes, she does have a license, although none but Maia knows where it is. When she's going on some form of lucrative business, she usually has a bullet-proof vest, and would make Laura, Liam and Jackson wear them too... Only, they'd ask her why. As for gadgets, she has the normal communicator; an i-pod which allows her to communicate with the other members of Twilight's Rain. Along with the i-pod, Maia has been assigned a few exploding coins, a pair of glasses that are also night-vision glasses and they turn into lasers once you turn the Temples. Also, just recently created by Pierce, is a yo-yo. The nylon string inside it is super strong, able to lift 1000 times its own weight.
Oh, And:
Maia is allergic to mice and rats.
