Maria Gewehr - 'Genesis'

Yeah remember when I said "Don't let me design women's halloween costumes?"

I have a feeling that when I originally made her, To Aru Majutsu No Index had a large influence on her design

and my love of nunservice

anyway she s cute and im keeping it

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Maria’s story
Name: Maria Gewehr
Age: Appears around 10, 11, but has actually been only alive for a year
Weight: 102 lbs
Height: 5’0”
Weapon: Customized Walther P-38 pistol “Krieg” and her saw-like dagger “Jack.” [link]
Fighting Style: Point ‘n shoot, simple as that! Her pistol is modified to fire rifle bullets, with a longer barrel for increased accuracy. Coupled with her amazing aim, she can pick off targets from distances usually thought impossible with a handgun. She only uses Jack if total annihilation of the target is unavoidable. She thinks it’s a waste of valuable blood.
Current Affinities/Affiliations:

Geoffrey (Beloved Brother)

Personality: Playful, mischievous, and arrogant (probably takes the “arrogance” from Geoffrey). She often runs off and does stuff without asking whether or not it’s okay to do so, which usually ends up in her getting in trouble, and usually it’s Geoffrey that gets mad at her. She listens when it matters, but she always likes to play around and slack off if she doesn’t find the task at hand all too important. She’s a hassle to take care of, to say the least.

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Story:

”Where am I?”

A voice is heard in the back of her head.

”Who am I?”

The voice gets louder.

The girl couldn't understand what was going on. Her world was blank and dark. She was there, but not there at the same time, like a bad dream. Another voice, however, called out to her in reply.

”Greetings, child. I am Alpha, the creator of this world; the creator of everything that lives here. You seem lost, I presume?”

“Yes, I don’t know what’s going on, where is this, mister Alpha?”

She looked around her, seeing nothing. It was a place devoid of light, of anything that could resemble something tangible. She didn’t feel a ground at her feet, nor a wall at her hands, no matter how far she went. The voice replied again:

”This is…the beginning. Your beginning, at least. You’re a special existence; the first of many. “

“Special...?”

“Yes, an entity unlike anything I’ve created before. An experiment, in other words. One that will hopefully turn out the way I hope it will. *laugh* …Ah, your turn to wake up is approaching.”

“…Wake up?”

“Yes, your turn to be brought into this world. My world. This city that I made with my own two hands: New Arbor.”

A large panel opens up in front of her, and New Arbor is there, shining beautifully in the night as the barrier’s glow illuminates the city and the surrounding area.

“It looks pretty.”

“Oh, it is. But you’ve no time to marvel, you’ve got to go!”

The girl is suddenly flung back by an unseen force, and a light appears in front of her, growing in intensity. As it envelops her, her mind goes blank. Her conversation with the voice is forgotten.

She woke up surrounded by a strange liquid in a dark, creepy laboratory, with many strange looking creatures staring at her as she suddenly gained consciousness and started to move in the liquid. She’s in some sort of tube, as she quickly discovered, hooked up to several life-preserving and monitoring devices. The liquid is drained and she is disconnected from the devices. “What am I?” She thought, unable to mouth these words herself. “Where is this? What’s going on? Why was I in there? Who are you people?” All of these questions were racing through her mind, but she was unable to talk. No matter how hard she tried to move her mouth or make a sound, it only came out as strange gargled noises that she didn’t understand. The strange creatures smiled as they wrapped a robe around her and brought her to a different room, which had a small table at the centre, where they laid her down. She started to feel tired for some reason and drifted off to sleep, unaware of what the creatures were about to do.

When she woke up, it was dark and cramped. She felt like she had been through something rough, because her body was sore all over. She realized she was in some sort of box when she tried to get up but couldn’t properly move. The sides of this box were cushioned by soft pillows that made this newfound ordeal a bit more comfortable, but she still wanted to get out; it was something she knew she wouldn’t like. She kicked the area directly above her head and it popped open, but only slightly. Whoever closed the box must not have done a proper job of sealing it. Or perhaps she was meant to break out? Either way, she was being distracted by the fact that the hilt of some kind of weapon was poking her butt, and it was extremely uncomfortable. She summoned what bit of strength one could muster after just waking up and burst out the top of the box, but not before releasing some sort of hidden mechanism that smashed everything in the room she found herself in after escaping. Was it was to ensure that if someone didn’t open it properly they would be killed by this mechanism? She was unsure, but she was more concerned about how she now found herself in a house of some kind, on top of a couch. It was dark, but a blue glow seeped in from behind the window’s curtains.

It felt oddly familiar to the girl, but she didn’t know why.

She hobbled over to the nearest room, and in there she found another strange creature sleeping on a bed! This startled her, of course, and she ran back to the box, picked up the strange weapon – a dagger of some sorts – and cautiously approached the room again. Whatever this thing was sleeping in that bed, it must be whatever brought her to that place, and she wanted answers. Or so she hoped. She still couldn’t talk properly. Instead, she decided to catch this thing by surprise when it woke up, and climbed onto the bed on top of it, holding the dagger at its neck. After several hours, she became incredibly nervous and tired, but luckily the creature woke up and let out a startled cry of fear- or was it anger? She couldn’t tell. The creature surrendered to her and led her to the kitchen where it made some food for her. As she was eating it went back to the room where the box was contained, and it started mumbling some unknown words. One word, however, she understood.

“Data”

At this, her body reacted on its own. She took the dagger and stabbed the creature in the eye, embedding what looked like some sort of circular design on its face. His body disintegrated before her eyes as the room was covered in red light; she was chanting something she herself didn’t understand as his body was destroyed and reconstructed, her mind going blank each second until she finally completely blanked out.

When she “woke up,” Geoffrey was on his knees, perfectly fine, as was she. She was confused as to why her brother looked so panicked- didn’t she just walk into the living room to wake him up? She must have startled him a bit. That must be it. She decided that the best way to calm him down was to make her special “Maria Omelette Special” that he liked so much. She smiled and greeted her brother like she does every morning:

”Good morning, brüder~!
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Extra notes:
She’s allergic to garlic. Garlic powder, garlic cloves, anything garlic. It makes her sneeze and it gives her a terrible rash if she touches it.
Her clothes provided by Sanctum are very lightweight and conventional….but also a little bit risqué…. Geoffrey constantly complains about how unnecessarily revealing that costume is, and has her change into normal clothes as soon as they’re done with official business. She doesn’t get why, because whenever she asks he just says “You’ll get it when you’re older.”
She dislikes boring people. Whenever she’s in a meeting she doesn’t listen and Geoffrey always has to explain the mission to her afterwards because she wasn’t paying attention during the briefing.
The habit makes her hair look short, but it’s actually pretty deceptively long, down to her butt at least. How she manages to bunch that all up in there though we’ll never know.