A kingly tussled crown of short dusk-pink hair above Marie’s stupidly smug smile, oh what a jerk, and she’s strong and tall too, wearing leather jackets that look like they’re going to rip off her with back patches she made herself of botanical illustrations because her favorite thing after fighting is drawing trees. Her hands are bigger than Nico’s which is Nico’s favorite thing about her, that’s literally all Nico has ever wanted, hold your hands in mine, be strong and don’t care about me too much.
Marie starts with Anything-But-Passive Abilities, and they are all extremely lowkey hot, loudly quiet like thunder or the curl of knuckles when she clenches her fist. It’s hot the way things melt and break apart slowly, inevitably, watching a pot until it boils. Marie lets the pink-red heat of her passive passion do the work. ‘Look at me,’ says the prick of heat on your neck; the heat is mild like curiosity but the light of her face is the command, 'you and me babe <3 come on now.’ People have trouble looking and looking away from her and she wears aviators just so she can take them off too close to Nico.
The way her Aggressive Abilities work is kinda like, so there’s a dagger with guards and grip that you hold between your fingers, because you push it through. I think that Marie’s thing is that she likes to be able to pin whatever it is down and then just kind of lazily growl at it until it melts and condenses and she can squeeze it in the form she wants it to be in.
Marie is all Mars.