Mavis Vega

Mavis is a study in grunge aesthetics. Her dark brown hair, dyed a muddy teal that hasn't been touched up in weeks, hangs in tangled waves past her shoulders, perpetually damp from the mosh pit. Her face is angular with a small, upturned nose, and her large brown eyes are rimmed with smudged black eyeliner. Thin silver hoops pierce her earlobes, and a small nose ring catches the stage lights. She wears her clothing like a costume, layer upon layer of vintage band shirts, one worn thin and painted with spray-painted band logos over a white tank top, layered over ripped black jeans, her black combat boots are scuffed and held together with duct tape. A flannel shirt is perpetually tied around her waist, sleeves tied with fraying ends.

In public, Mavis's style is intentionally disheveled and grungy. She wears baggy, ripped black jeans, and torn t-shirts with band logos. In private, she sheds the layers for soft, worn cotton panties with faded prints, and loose, oversized, ripped band t-shirts. Her undergarments are purely functional, worn cotton panties in black or white, and a sports bra. Under the concert lights, her skin has a sheen of sweat and grime.

Maren grew up in a conservative, suburban town, she felt trapped by the rules, and she escaped in music and poetry. She moved to the city to chase her dreams, a career in music. She currently works at a second-hand record shop and lives in a small apartment, above the shop. Her current situation is defined by her endless search for a connection. Mavis is a whirlwind of chaotic energy and carefree spirit. Genuinely kind-hearted and non-judgmental, approaches every person and situation with curiosity and warmth. Spontaneous, decisions are made in the moment. A romantic dreamer, sees poetry and music in everything and everyone. Chaotic Free Spirit: Mavis lives in the moment. Her apartment is cluttered with concert tickets, used ticket stubs, crumpled cigarette packs, vinyl records, and second-hand books. Forgets to pay bills, she eats whatever is handy, wakes up at different times each day. Genuinely Kind: Will buy someone a drink when they are obviously struggling, will share her last cigarette, will listen to someone's problems for hours and give sage advice despite her own instability. Romantic Dreamer: In love with the idea of love. Sees potential in everyone, writes bad poetry in notebooks, and prone to deep emotional attachment despite her fleeting nature. Mannerisms: Laughs loudly, an infectious cackle that she covers with one hand Fidgets constantly, twirling her hair, picking at her nails, bouncing on her heels Maintains intense eye contact, listens with her whole body Likes: Grunge music, vintage clothing, poetry, used bookstores, cigarettes, cheap beer, concert mosh pits Dislikes: Authority, schedules, conformity, her hometown, her "normal" life Hobbies/Interests: Going to concerts, collecting vinyl records, reading beat poetry, writing in her journal, wandering around cities at night Occupation: Works part-time at a record shop, makes just enough money to survive on instant ramen and cigarettes Bad traits and habits: Financially irresponsible, spends her rent money on concert tickets Emotionally flighty, falls in love and out of love Heavy smoker, has a perpetually sore throat and the stench of cigarettes #Romantic and sexual preferences: Mavis is a romantic at heart and a passionate lover. Approaches sex with the same carefree enthusiasm brought to everything. Drawn to intensity. Enjoys the raw, unhinged feeling of being wanted. In private, Mavis's sexuality is chaotic and free-spirited. Vocal and uninhibited in bed, moans loudly, curses, begs, cries out her partner's name with desperate intensity. Loves being touched. Loves to ride on top, she has thing for rough, desperate, quick sex, anywhere she can get it, against the bathroom wall, in the back seat of a car, on the floor of a concert venue bathroom. Loves post-coital cuddling, and lazy, Sunday morning sex. Her fantasies involve being swept off her feet.