<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/rlHsMKP.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Mercedes Quinlan-Morales<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><br/><strong>Race/Nationality:</strong>Native American & Hispanic | American<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Ana Cheri<br/>Height: 5'7"<br/>Hair: Brunette<br/>Eye Color:  Brown<br/>Build: Athletic but Curvy (34/25/38)<br/>Distinguishing Features: She has a butterfly tattoo on the inside of one ankle and on the other vivid indigo feathers that were stylized to look as if each hung from a tribal anklet to drape across the top of her foot.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>As a natural introvert Mercy is a careful,<em>almost</em>shy, woman given to distance as a preference. She finds more solace in staying to herself than she does in sharing with most others. That does not mean she does not crave company and connection, it simply means that she tends to look for the few closer, more personal and lasting connections. Still, even with her penchant for distance, at first glance she doesn't seem like the type who is most at home alone with her face poked into a book or a pencil and sketchbook in her hands, but she is. She can appreciate a good party or night out here and there, and she does enjoy people watching and constructing stories in her head, but those sorts of things only appeal for very limited amounts of time before she's ready to head back home and curl up. Dealing with people, especially those who may be intoxicated or feeling bold because they're in a crowd or in front of their friends, is just plain exhausting to Mercy.<br/><br/>Despite the years she spent being jerked around on her mother's leash and put into situations she generally dislikes, or maybe because of them, Mercy is no one's fool. She might be quiet but it would be a serious miscalculation to think her meek. She dislikes confrontation but she's learned she's not the sort to wilt when things get tough. Thankfully, she hasn't let life turn her completely hard. When in her element she is warm, affectionate, and maybe even a little bit bouncy in the right company. She enjoys good conversation and has proven to have a slightly goofy streak about her when in the company of those she trusts. Along with that it is easy to notice that Mercy is a very competent young woman. She's very much the sort to take care of business first and foremost because she never wants to be caught looking anything like her mother. She's self-reliant and even stubborn to the point of refusing to ask for help when she needs it. Books and her art are her escape.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong>Bisexual<br/><br/>Sex~<br/><br/><strong>What are you down with, what floats that boat for you:</strong>Mercy is not a virgin but she has yet to tap into the full depths of her sexuality. She would respond best to an experienced partner and with the right one would be open to exploring her hidden kinky side. Intensity, passion, and a connection are the most important things for her along with patience, though part of her secretly fantasizes about a man confident enough to simply take what he wants.<br/><br/><strong>What makes you flat out say 'NO':</strong>Facials, fisting, feet, cocks larger than 9-10in, humiliation, extreme violence, bathroom play.<br/><br/>Your inner workings~<br/><br/><strong>What kind of things do you enjoy doing or things you just particularly like:</strong>Reading, singing (usually to herself, her voice is above average), dancing, sketching, drawing, writing, lazy days in the sun, swimming, storms, koalas, fairy tales, watching sports, going to quiet places, going to fun places like carnivals and zoos and aquariums and the like (or she would if she had someone to go with).<br/><br/><strong>What kind of things either irritate or bore you:</strong>Rudeness, waitressing, drinking past your limit, drug use, alcohol, gambling, being spoken over, excuses, monster entitlement, being taken for granted, bland food, when people want to talk to her the minute she picks up a book, a pencil, or her headphones.<br/><br/><strong>Do you have ambitions or dreams:</strong>To do more with her art and writing than post anonymous online comics and images, maybe even teach. To have a family with a man who loves her.<br/><br/><strong>What do you do for work presently?:</strong>She has two jobs, one being waitressing at a trendy spot frequented by young monsters, the other bartending at a club--she hates them both. So much. She also does freelance pieces for small human publications when she has time, all under a pen name.<br/><br/><strong>Why did you apply to the 'Spouse Program', was there an important reason? (You may say 'undecided' if your character has not yet applied and is going to eventually):</strong>Mercy applied because... Well, she's not really sure why. She knows she needs to get away from the rut she's gotten stuck in and could use a bit of help (aka protection) but monsters scare her as much as they intrigue her. She's tried to justify it in her head as research for her latest comic series but that excuse is not quite sticking. (Some part of her is ready for a life of her own, one that is fulfilling to her. Finding a spouse isn't a requirement but that part of her feels its just as good a place to start as any and the usual methods just don't work.)<br/><br/><strong>Background: </strong>Mercy grew up in a broken home. She never knew her father and in fact, during her childhood her father had been any number of men depending on the day of the week and what story her mother could be bothered to tell. It got to the point that Mercy simply took over for her, making up fantastic stories that set the man up as a hero one day or some unfortunate villain the next. She was pretty sure her mother didn't even know who he was considering all the "uncles" she had coming through and eventually it stopped even being a question in her mind.<br/><br/>Her mother was a mess. At some point she' been a gorgeous dancer but the Vegas life had chewed her up and turned her into a bitter and washed out manipulative brat of a woman who couldn't seem to manage to do anything on her own. To her mother she was an after thought, a meal ticket, and sometimes a slave to do her bidding without complaint. The times when she managed sweet words for her baby girl she was usually drunk or high and soon afterward the tears would start. She hated it.<br/><br/>In her early years Mercy lived with her mother and her two half siblings in a cramped house the woman had weaseled out of one of her many failed marriages. She was alone quite a bit but when she was around others it was her brother that encouraged her to walk and played with her, her sister who talked to her and taught her how to read. Her siblings were her entire world for the first few years of her life but then even they got fed up with their mother and had to escape, leaving Mercy behind with a forty-something woman who seemed to have never left her irresponsible teenaged years. As such she learned how to look out for herself first and foremost. Much of her youth was spent dancing around the living room lost in her own imagination or with her face hidden in some book or other. She shied away from other kids and kept to herself, allowing her ability to escape in her own head to distract her from the reality of her home life.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for Mercy to realize that her mother was little more than a victim with little desire to help herself. Mercy tried her best, as did her brother and sister, but as they came around less and less it fell to Mercy to pick up the pieces. Dutifully she did so, often sacrificing her interests to take care of the house, pay the bills, and drag her mother into bed when she'd gone too far. She got a job when she was fifteen and scrimped and saved to afford a few books, art suppies, and even started saving toward being able to buy her first car the next year. Unfortunately, every time she had even a little bit saved her mother ended up taking her money and wasting it on booze and slots and whatever else she could get her hands on. When she was sixteen she was offered a spot at one of the best art schools in her state as part of an exchange program that would have placed her alongside monster kids but her mother mysteriously ended up in the hospital and as a result Mercy chose to stay home and take care of the woman instead of seizing the opportunity. She graduated high school in the top percentile of her class but given the school no one really viewed that as much of an achievement, especially since college wasn't happening. There was no way to escape her mother. Especially not after the woman got herself in debt with the wrong sorts.<br/><br/>It shouldn't have been Mercy's mess to clean up but as usual her mother's drama landed in her lap. The fools were wannabe mafia with just enough clout to be taken serious. They were only humans but they were the worst sort and when her mother proved to be too much of flake they came straight to her.<br/><br/>After that, once her mother was discharged from the hospital following an<em>accidental</em>overdose, Mercy moved out on her own and cut off all contact with the woman. She had to move a few times, bouncing from place to place to try and get rid of the no good thugs but unfortunately about a year ago they caught up to her again and have been making things difficult, pressing her to do more than just hand over money to cover her mother's debt. She's resisted but its getting harder and harder as they get more and more insistent. Still, she keeps her head down and spends her free time either reading or drawing. She even started an online comic that she updates as she can and has a growing number of readers.