<em>Marissa Colby, Gothic Musical Genius<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18 <br/><strong>Height:</strong> 5'6<br/><strong>Hair:</strong> Black w purple bangs<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong> Green<br/><strong>Type:</strong> Omega</em><br/><br/><br/>Standing in the elevator to their biosphere Marissa was taken with a giddiness that her stance and expression couldn't betray, no matter how much they tried, dying to get in the door of their house. She adjusts the bag on her shoulders and flicks her fringe as the doors ping opened, the goth girl running forward towards the door of the house. It hadn't really been that long since she saw it the homesickness made it seem like an eternity.<br/><br/>Running up the door it slides open and Marissa tosses her bag onto the nearest chair. She couldn't wait to show Mommy her new getup; kit out in a lovely purple and black miniskirt, a short black tanktop, purple and black striped kneehighs with ivory white designer shoes. And to top off her gothic appearance, a fantastic pitch black choker. She hoped her Mommy would love it too.<br/><br/>Speak of the devil.<br/><br/>"Mommy!" Marissa cannot contain herself as she lays eyes upon her beloved mother, running as fast as her legs will carry her. Not as fast as her sister but still fairly quick. "I'm home!" She shouts, pressing herself against her Mommy. She would surely feel the effects of Marissa's work, her big breasts squishing against mothers own heavenly body. Marissa buries her head in her mother, refusing to break the hug. "Did you miss us?"