Marceline Moreau

Marceline's most prevalent features are her red hair, skinny body and the aura of energy around her.
Her hair is not only red, but also wavy and unruly, the hair texture like that of a horse's mane and thickness like that of a lion's. She likes to keep it on a messy bun decorated by fabric flowers, pearls, feathers, feathers, feathers, pins and hair needles.
Her eyes are green-blue in colour, her eyelashes so very pale they look almost inexistant unless he paints them. Her face is covered in freckles, with one even on her lip.
Marceline's body is visibly skinny, not too different from her sister's, and alike Melisande, Marceline also tight laces, but not quite as tightly as her sister does - Marceline simply wants her body to appear to have some curves, since without a corset her body looks rather boyish with her almost flat chest and not-very-feminine hips.
She has a habit of pacing - it seems like she has actual trouble to stay still. She seems to talk all the time, and when she is not talking, she appears absent-minded. It might be hard to get her to concentrate on her surroundings, and when her thought processes are disturbed, she easily gets irritated. However, her attention span appears to be very short; she is definitely not unforgiving, but in stead, she seems to forget whatever quarrel there was in the blink of an eye.
Talking about eyes, Marceline could be considered either eye candy or acid: she dresses extravagantly, with deep cleavages, short sleeves and bold floral patterns and stripes, sometimes with both patterns appearing in the same dress. The dresses are oftentimes decorated with ornamental embroideries.
Bright, sometimes clashing colours build up her wardrobe. Pink and yellow, bright greens, reds and oranges are the most prevalent of the colours of her clothes, but an occasional patch of other bright and less bright colours are bound to pop up once in a while.
Considering the state of her arms short sleeves might not be the greatest idea; her arms have been cut so much the texture of her skin has changed. Marceline, however, does not appear to be shameful of this. It rather seems she does not care.
Quite frankly, it is not rare to find Marceline threading needles into her skin, in fact, she has a silver thread sewn into her right arm, sometimes visible when she wears dresses with very short sleeves.
When around Mania, one had better keep an eye on their pockets, since the young woman has a bad habit (or more of a compulsion) of stealing things, and has, in fact, got rather good at it.

Marceline and her sister were born during the early 19th century into a well off family of a French merchant and his English wife. The family has lived in Venice for soon 25 years - for all Marceline's age and a bit longer.
Marceline proved to be a difficult child as soon as she gained any control of her body. She has fallen off beds, down stairs, out a window, into a well, off trees and from the stable's hayloft, she has burned herself on the stove more often than anyone would even like to know, she has been kicked by a horse and hit on the head with a shovel. Actually she ran into it.
However, she was also extremely cheerful (and aggressive when provoked; several of the servant's children have got a beating from her when she was a child) and content with little - only she hated being limited, and the girls' governess has got tuftfuls of gray hairs because of the girl, who after learning to be a little bit more careful with herself, started to cut herself for fun in her preteens and engage herself in other ways of self-harm when bored, and not too long after that found out that having sex was extremely fun, and after that the poor governess and the poor parents were close to locking the girl up into a tower (she would have found a way to get out though, so what'd the use have been?).
Being as she is, Marceline has been sleeping around with many men, finding herself especially popular among a certain type of men and loathed by many many women. Marceline, however, does not really care, being the careless free spirit she is.