Mary Margaret Blanchard

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| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |

.:Name:. Snow White – Mary Margaret
.:Nick Name:. Snow
.:Affiliation:. Heroes
.:Status:. Alive
.:Story:. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:. Pale, Brown hair, brightly colored lips, lean
.:Height:. 5’6
.:Portrayed by:. Ginnifer Goodwin

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:. Spunky, opinionated, determined, driven, eager to help others, optimistic, looks for the good in all situations
.:Strengths:. Loyalty, drive and determination
.:Weaknesses:. Naïve

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace:. Castle – Enchanted Forest
.:Family:. King Leopold, mother-deceased. Stepmother- Regina
.:Occupation:. Enchanted Forest – Queen, Storybrooke - Teacher
.:History:. Snow White’s story revolves a continuum of trying to obtain good over evil. Her story begins upon the death of her mother, when she is first tempted to do something particularly wicked in order to save her mothers’ life. Yet, it was not in her nature and she could not follow through with the act of taking anothers’ life in order to save that of her mother. Her father was to remarry a beautiful young woman, and at the time Snow White was too naïve to understand the delicate nature of the relationship. Snow discovers Regina in the stables with Daniel, Regina’s true love. Snow, in her childlike innocence, reveals Regina’s secret to another which results in the death of Daniel. The consequences of this betrayal prove to be something that changes the course of her life. Regina has made it her mission to ruin Snow’s life because of the loss that she has endured. Snow then goes in hiding and does her best to escape the clutch of the evil Queen’s grasp at every chance she can. Eventually, she falls in love with Prince Charming and is to wed him. With him by her side, she realizes that the harsh reality of her fairy-tale ending, is that it will never be complete without Regina in her life.

| ~ • ~ | Sample Post | ~ • ~ |

There was a bluebird that liked to perch itself outside of the classroom window each afternoon before the school bell rang, letting the energy driven students run out in droves towards their awaiting parents. Mary watched as the bird stretched its’ own wings at to its fullest extent. It could take off for flight at any moment. It was not a prisoner to this world. Which strangely, Mary had felt like she was more often than not. Her heart ached as she watched the beautiful bird outside the window, desperate to have a piece of her soul achieve that own taste of freedom. Though, she couldn’t complain. Life in Storybrooke wasn’t without its’ blessings. She loved her students and the joy that they brought to her. But was it possible that after all of this, there was so much more out there? The bird took flight, breaking the confinements of the tree that it was metaphorically tethered to and soared into the sky, leaving Mary staring wishfully out of the window. The sound of the students calling her name pulled her from her daze.

“I am so sorry,” she said whimsically, giving an apologetic smile as she wove her fingers around one another, stepping out in front of the desk. “Yes, go over the last chapter in Huckleberry Finn tonight and we can discuss it tomorrow. I’m so excited to hear your thoughts,” she said genuinely as the school bell rang out loudly into the classroom. “Henry!” she called out, hoping to grasp his attention before the excitement of freedom took grasp of his own heart. “Henry,” she said a bit more quietly, accompanied by a soft smile on her face. “I have something for you,” she said, going over to her desk where she had placed the fairytale book for safe keeping that morning. Mary kneeled down, taking the book out before she placed her fingertips over the lettering one more time. Mary stood back up, closing the distance between herself and Henry as she moved closer toward him. “I found this and I thought you should be the first person to read it,” she said excitedly, extending the book out toward him. “I just figured you could use an escape,” she said, biting the edge of her lip. Correction, we all could. But he had seemed so lonely lately, and for all she knew maybe these fairy tales would help him through whatever he was going through. Classic stories had a way of intertwining themselves into your life to the point where you could recognize others. She watched as he ran off, presumably darting toward his next afternoon adventure at the shore. Mary peered back toward the window, bringing her fingertips up to the window. She curled her fingertips toward the cool, smooth glass. She could find freedom, just like the blue bird. It was just a matter of finding out what exactly her dream was.

[Storybrooke]