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Character Name: Miranda Lotto
Canon: D. Gray-man (manga)
Reference picture and Wiki link: Wiki and Pic
Point in the time-line taken: the end of the Timothy arc.
Character History:
Miranda Lotto is a woman who can get nothing right. Every endeavor she attempts, fails. Every job she holds, she's fired from. There is no task, no matter how small, in which she succeeds. Then one day, the day starts over... and over... and over... until a couple of Exorcists are called onto the scene to investigate the town that has been stuck on the same day for over a month. Miranda, being the accidental cause of the problem, meets up with Allen and Lenalee, and eventually gets captured by Rhode. While in another dimension, she finds courage to protect Allen and invokes the Innocence in her precious clock, healing the two Exorcists for a time so they can defeat Rhode. As they recover, she travels to Central to learn to control her abilities. Eventually, she returns as a slightly more confident Exorcist who is able to reverse the time for a ship using her Innocence, Time Record.
Canon Personality:
Twenty-five years of failure and one amazing success have produced a very determined but rather unstable young woman. She is nervous and eager to please, very devoted to her companions, and incredibly concerned with the welfare of others. She does not have a lot of concern with her own health, able to go for extended periods of time without sleep, and able to withstand great stresses on her body. She does everything she can to avoid letting others down in any way, and hates being unable to save people or causing any kind of problems for those around her. Even after finding a place for her to belong, she's still terribly insecure about herself and will take even the slightest opportunity to assume the worst.
Blank Personality:
As a blank, Miranda will return to the nervous, flighty, unhappy woman she was before meeting Allen. She will worry her self to death and try everything in hopes of getting something right, while believing in her heart that she will never succeed. She will have a tendency to overreact to things, blowing even the smallest things up into world devastating events, filled with a mixture of spaz! flailing! apologies! and bemoaning of fate!
Writing Sample:
She came awake suddenly, sitting bolt upright in the bed and looking around, hands going nervously to her mouth, throat, hair, and back to her throat. Dark eyes blinked slowly, filled with grit from a too short sleep, but she rose to look around the small, unfamiliar room, her hands constantly in motion, touching lightly. She looked at the door and waited. No one came to explain things. She straightened the bed she had lain on, neatly smoothing the covers, glancing around and wondering if this was the right thing to do. Surely it couldn't be the wrong thing to do! Surely the person whose room it was would be upset with her if she didn't straighten it up after brazenly sleeping there! She looked at the door again, expectantly, waiting. No one came to tell her what to do next. She paced the room then, fidgeting with her clothes, eyes darting around taking in every detail, hands clutching at the collar of her tunic. Still no one came!
A gleam caught her eye as she paced near the door. Something had rolled under the bed, a tube of some kind. She looked around again, nervously wondering if this was some test, and walked over to pick it up. It was a curious thing, a tube no longer than her forearm with glass at both ends. Glancing at the door, she chewed her bottom lip thinking, waiting, and hoping someone would tell her what to do. She dropped her gaze to the tube again, and after a moment lifted it with another furtive look around the room, before she placed it against her eye to see what it was.
"I-it'll be alright this time. Don't worry! I do this willin--"
With a startled shriek, she dropped the tube and tripped over herself as she tried to back away quickly. She fell heavily and scuttled back on hands and feet to the corner of the room, panting hard, dark rimmed eyes staring at the tube, which rolled across the stone floor and back under the bed. Her chest heaved as she clutched again at the collar of her tunic, and suddenly, tears sprang to her eyes.
"Oh no. Oh no no no no no no! Please no!" She scrambled back over, reaching for the tube and lifted it with shaking hands again. A soft wail filled the room as she saw the small crack running through one of its lenses. The smiling woman -- she had to be the owner of such a priceless artifact -- she would be so upset with her! She'd failed! Failed to take care of it! She probably wasn't supposed to have touched it at all! She hadn't resisted the urge. She should have just left it alone! She should never have looked through it! She should have just waited quietly to be told what was going on, and she'd failed. Sitting on her knees beside the bed, she pressed her hands to her face hide the heat of shame and her unchecked tears. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to! I don't understand what's going on! I didn't mean to break anything! I'm sorry!"
Canon: D. Gray-man (manga)
Reference picture and Wiki link: Wiki and Pic
Point in the time-line taken: the end of the Timothy arc.
Character History:
Miranda Lotto is a woman who can get nothing right. Every endeavor she attempts, fails. Every job she holds, she's fired from. There is no task, no matter how small, in which she succeeds. Then one day, the day starts over... and over... and over... until a couple of Exorcists are called onto the scene to investigate the town that has been stuck on the same day for over a month. Miranda, being the accidental cause of the problem, meets up with Allen and Lenalee, and eventually gets captured by Rhode. While in another dimension, she finds courage to protect Allen and invokes the Innocence in her precious clock, healing the two Exorcists for a time so they can defeat Rhode. As they recover, she travels to Central to learn to control her abilities. Eventually, she returns as a slightly more confident Exorcist who is able to reverse the time for a ship using her Innocence, Time Record.
Canon Personality:
Twenty-five years of failure and one amazing success have produced a very determined but rather unstable young woman. She is nervous and eager to please, very devoted to her companions, and incredibly concerned with the welfare of others. She does not have a lot of concern with her own health, able to go for extended periods of time without sleep, and able to withstand great stresses on her body. She does everything she can to avoid letting others down in any way, and hates being unable to save people or causing any kind of problems for those around her. Even after finding a place for her to belong, she's still terribly insecure about herself and will take even the slightest opportunity to assume the worst.
Blank Personality:
As a blank, Miranda will return to the nervous, flighty, unhappy woman she was before meeting Allen. She will worry her self to death and try everything in hopes of getting something right, while believing in her heart that she will never succeed. She will have a tendency to overreact to things, blowing even the smallest things up into world devastating events, filled with a mixture of spaz! flailing! apologies! and bemoaning of fate!
Writing Sample:
She came awake suddenly, sitting bolt upright in the bed and looking around, hands going nervously to her mouth, throat, hair, and back to her throat. Dark eyes blinked slowly, filled with grit from a too short sleep, but she rose to look around the small, unfamiliar room, her hands constantly in motion, touching lightly. She looked at the door and waited. No one came to explain things. She straightened the bed she had lain on, neatly smoothing the covers, glancing around and wondering if this was the right thing to do. Surely it couldn't be the wrong thing to do! Surely the person whose room it was would be upset with her if she didn't straighten it up after brazenly sleeping there! She looked at the door again, expectantly, waiting. No one came to tell her what to do next. She paced the room then, fidgeting with her clothes, eyes darting around taking in every detail, hands clutching at the collar of her tunic. Still no one came!
A gleam caught her eye as she paced near the door. Something had rolled under the bed, a tube of some kind. She looked around again, nervously wondering if this was some test, and walked over to pick it up. It was a curious thing, a tube no longer than her forearm with glass at both ends. Glancing at the door, she chewed her bottom lip thinking, waiting, and hoping someone would tell her what to do. She dropped her gaze to the tube again, and after a moment lifted it with another furtive look around the room, before she placed it against her eye to see what it was.
"I-it'll be alright this time. Don't worry! I do this willin--"
With a startled shriek, she dropped the tube and tripped over herself as she tried to back away quickly. She fell heavily and scuttled back on hands and feet to the corner of the room, panting hard, dark rimmed eyes staring at the tube, which rolled across the stone floor and back under the bed. Her chest heaved as she clutched again at the collar of her tunic, and suddenly, tears sprang to her eyes.
"Oh no. Oh no no no no no no! Please no!" She scrambled back over, reaching for the tube and lifted it with shaking hands again. A soft wail filled the room as she saw the small crack running through one of its lenses. The smiling woman -- she had to be the owner of such a priceless artifact -- she would be so upset with her! She'd failed! Failed to take care of it! She probably wasn't supposed to have touched it at all! She hadn't resisted the urge. She should have just left it alone! She should never have looked through it! She should have just waited quietly to be told what was going on, and she'd failed. Sitting on her knees beside the bed, she pressed her hands to her face hide the heat of shame and her unchecked tears. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to! I don't understand what's going on! I didn't mean to break anything! I'm sorry!"