Mab {Mad Madam Mim}

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| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |

.:Name:. Mab or Maeve
.:Nick Name:. [Mad] Madam Mim
.:Affiliation:. Villain
.:Status:. Civilian

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:. Mab has fair skin, hazel eyes, and a slender figure. She is quite versatile, often changing her hair style and style of clothing, as it s a distinct one. She takes great pride in her appearance, always ensuring she is extremely well put together and not a hair is out of place. She dresses with a fashionable style and carries herself with a graceful poise.
.:Height:. 5"7'
.:Portrayed by:. Gemma Arterton

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:. Mab has developed her nickname of 'Mad Madam Mim' for good reason (A name that she hates). She is a woman who displays many different personalities, acting kind and calm one moment, and then delving into an outburst of rage another. The woman you meet the first time, may not be the one you meet again should you cross paths with her a second time. Because of this, she doesn't have ties with anyone, as she can be quite unpredictable and untrustworthy. She is a vain woman, glorifying her own appearance. She is deceitful, and mischievous not ashamed to back out of a promise or agreement. She can be quite morbid and cynical, hating things that other people tend to fawn over. She also enjoys toying with others, whether its in a grand way or a small simple way.
.:Strengths:. She is an excellent manipulator. She is a practitioner of dark magic (since she is a witch). She can be quite unpredictable (which can either work in her favor or against it)
.:Weaknesses:. Has no ties with other people. Her vanity. Her presumably psychotic behavior.

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace:. Unknown
.:Family:. Unknown
.:Occupation:. Witch / Owner of Madam Mim's Boutique / Part-time
.:History:. Not much is known about Mab's childhood or upbringing. Her existence in the world was known when she started to become notorious for her skills and soon, her unstable mind and behavior. When she first started to make a name for herself, it was through the crowd of those who wished to seek her out for a darker purpose: a curse (though nothing as powerful as those that others could enact; more simple curses), or if they required something and were willing to pay the price for it. Mab didn't have the most intimidating presence, however it did not take long for her to start to develop a rather... unpredictable one.

No one knew quite what changed, or whether this was within her personality this entire time. She became to become unpredictable and untrustworthy, agreeing to do something and then backing out on her words. Her behavior became irrational and psychotic. She would meet a person one day and then treat them entirely differently the next time so met them, through contrasting extremes.

This caused her to lose the business of people coming to her for anything and she slowly began to retreat, hiding out in a small cottage deep within the woods. This didn't help with her mind that was already unwraveling; in fact, the isolation contributed to it. She earned the nickname Mad Madam Mim, a name that she absolutely despises.

She along with the others in the Enchanted Forest fell under the curse. In Storybrooke, she is better known as Maeve, and opened a small boutique (selling clothing, jewelry etc all designed by her) called Madam Mim's Boutique. It wasn't until the first curse was broken that she began to revert to the woman she was in the Enchanted Forest. She enjoys toying and deceiving others, becoming more of the Mad Madam Mim she was notoriously known for, rather than Maeve, a stable businesswoman trying to sell her products. Her business took a bit of a hit because of this, and she was forced to get a second job as a receptionist in the hospital. She still resides in Storybrooke, taking advantage of opportunities to toy with others and cause a little mischief in the town.

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COUNT:xxx TAG:N/A(s) NOTES:sample post	Mab drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the reception desk of her newest job. She had just finished her training as a medical receptionist for the hospital, or at least one of them, and it was her first shift. Her small business was in a bit of a lull and she needed to keep busy so acquired this occupation. So far, it was a horribly dull one. She watched the various employees move about the hospital, trying to find ways to entertain herself to no avail. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, she looked at the screen of her computer, scrolling up and down the names of the patients. Pursing her lips to the side, she began to click around, tilting her head as she moved a few symptoms to one patient and then switching that patient's conditions to another patient's, and just shifting around a few allergies here and there... "Maeve!" Maeve calmly looked up at the woman who had been apparently calling her name, more than once. "I need you to get Dr. Whale's signature on this file." Was this really her job? Maeve feigned a smile as she slowly rose from her chair, casting her superior a sarcastically sweet smile as she grabbed the file and went on her search for Whale. She passed by various rooms of patient's, for as it was an overnight shift, this hospital wasn't as busy as it could be. She paused outside one of the rooms, recognizing the patient. She had been brought in with a nearly ruptured appendix, but the surgery had gone well. She would recover. But where was the fun in letting her believe that. Maeve grabbed a mask from the container by the door and pulled it over her face, suppressing a cringe as she tucked her hair under the surgical hat as well. "Ms. Carrington?" She asked, walking in and looking at the file as if it was the woman's chart. The woman hazily looked at her, still somewhat under the influence of the morphine she had been injected with following the surgery. "Unfortunately, we reviewed your latest tests, I'm here to tell you that there were actually complications with the surgery. You'll be lucky if you last through the night." She left it at that, her eyes concealing any humor in this little joke and showing sympathy... though it was completely feigned. Letting the shock numb her and the questions fill her mind, Maeve gracefully exited the room, closing the door behind her as she saw another nurse approaching. "It's alright. I just checked on her. She's fine," Maeve informed. The nurse gave her a grateful nod and went on to the next room. Maeve then removed the mask and hat, adjusting her hair so that it fell nicely onto her shoulders. There. Let the woman believe she was dying for the rest of the night until someone came to her in the morning. After all, Maeve only wished to be a part of the bad news, not the part where she was filled with relief upon hearing that she was going to live. Where was the fun in that?

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