Maryon Sinclair

"It's refreshing to know you've changed - you should welcome development with open arms and hug it tight to your soul. For some, however, personal change only manifests in an endless loop of trying and trying again to be something you won't. To put on a persona, to play and jest, to give the impression that you are a good person because you want to be one, to be Maryon Sinclair. To be a welcoming lady in the midst of ultimate distress and suspicion. To push your past away and force change upon yourself, trying never again to lose face and snap. To be loving and wanted by others who love, too. Taken to her lowly status, her fingers delicately stained jet black, dotted with calluses, never to be seen with nails longer than the nail-bed itself, she ought present herself dishonestly. A lovebird romantic with too many thoughts of outward perception bouncing around in her head. As she sways idle by in Braintree, showing nothing more than the uniqueness and grace of a dandelion, she lives not to be seen by the masses. Every slim interaction had is falsified in good nature - she must love all to love herself."

Appearance
Maryon was a young woman of average height. She typically wore long, slim dresses with light-colored peacoats. Her hair was light brown as were her eyes, done in a braided bun, and was ornately decorated with flowers. Her fingertips were perpetually stained with blue-black ink. She had a mole below her right eye, position centered between her nose and mouth.

Personality
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