Marianne Murk, Age 16: The first thing most people notice about Marianne is her silvery pale eyes, and how they unnervingly never seem to focus on anything. Their perfectly natural assumption, made based on the fact that she walks without the aid of a cane or seeing-eye dog, and does everything with the same sense of ease a sighted person would possess, is that she can see perfectly. She hasn’t been able to since birth. The only reason she can function so well is that her semblance activated on its own exceedingly early in her life, and it is essentially an aura-based form of echolocation which only grows stronger when she’s directly touching something. Like her sisters she is light in complexion, and her cheeks are sprinkled with freckles. She has a serene expression that matches both her face and her interior life. Marianne’s calm, peaceful voice has a little more duskiness to it than the rest of the brood, aside from Marlon of course, and she uses it sparingly, preferring to hold her tongue unless she thinks she has something particularly useful to say. Her style of dress is markedly plain and hangs loose about her slender form, and the only adornment she allows herself is the silver locket around her neck that holds a lock from each family member. Even her rich nut brown hair is kept up in a simple ponytail, out of the way of her face for convenience’s sake.
Melinda Murk, Age 13: A shy young lass, Melinda rightfully fears that she does not stand out among other girls her age. While they all wear brightly colored clothing and are busy with their scrolls and makeup and boys, she sticks timidly to her simple homespun dresses and her reading. An accomplished seamstress, she has personally made every bit of clothing she owns, and gravely misses the mother who taught her all she knows of that craft. The red satin bow that binds her waist-length brown hair toward the end had belonged to her. Her voice is soft and fair, like her freckled complexion, and she has her eldest brother’s deep green eyes. She is a small, gentle creature, though her inner mettle is apparent whenever she is forced to reign in her younger brother’s excesses. Her sudden imperiousness in those moments is a shock to all but her Aunt, who recognizes her sister’s spirit living on in her niece.
Maximo Murk, Age 10: Maximo, or Max, for short, has an inflated opinion of himself. He’s found that the best way to cope with the sudden absence of his parents is to abuse and disobey all other authorities trying to usurp their once godlike positions of honor at the head of the household, and he does so with all the energy an excitable ten year old boy can muster. Scrawny, dusky, and sooty-haired, with a boisterous tongue and an attitude to sharpen it, he tends to take things, as he so painfully says, “TO THE MAX”. While earlier in life he had interests in medicine and learned to tend small woodland creatures that were the worse for wear, his new hobbies include noise-making, verbal abuse, and smashing things as thoroughly as possible. His Aunt and Uncle and all the servants are just about at their wit’s end, and only Melinda has any true control over him. He does, as any younger brother might, still idolize Marlon, and will behave when he is present. Most of the time.
Meridian Murk, Age 5: The baby of the family, Meridian, or Merrydee for short, is a quiet girl with large brown eyes, a pale complexion, and raven hair flowing down to the waist of her slight build. She still is highly unsure of her surroundings, and sticks close to her family when out and about. The loss of her parents is making itself felt, and she isn’t quite at the point where she can understand that Mawmaw and Pawpaw aren’t coming to visit from Home, and that Vale is her home now. She has become emotionally needy as a result, and often sleeps with Marianne after she has nightmares, which come more frequently as time passes. She would originally crawl on Marlon’s back or chest when things were especially terrifying, but now that he has left for Beacon, Marianne’s arms are all she has left. Her main comforts, aside from her two eldest siblings, are her large collection of stuffed bears that her Aunt Winnifred dotingly purchases for her, and getting her hair brushed.
Seigfried Rosenrot, Age 37: Were it not for his demeanor and attire, Seigfried would appear a most ordinary sort of fellow. While he is athletic, it is not particularly noticeable, and he is of average height and weight, with an almost severe, angular face made more so by his thin half-frame pince-nez glasses. His steely eyes are unremarkable until they fix you in their glare, stabbing out from behind the fringes of his iron-gray hair, which is largely contained in a short ponytail aside from his bangs, which are parted at the middle. He invariably wears some shade of deep burgundy or crimson, and endless variations of a regency suit with a ruffled vest and black cavalry boots. Drachenbalger, a simple silver longsword he wears at his hip in a matching scabbard, always completes his outfit. Despite being a hunter of some renown, as well as an accomplished raw Dust user, he is a quiet man, and can often be found in his study calmly taking in one of his countless rare books. Out of respect for the man, few speak of his terrible and rarely seen semblance, the power that gave him the moniker he so detests….Drachenblut. He adores his wife and the family he married into, and has done his best to use his substantial wealth and estate to care for what remains of them. All in all, he prefers to do good over being seen as good, and his ostentatious style of living aside, he is indeed, generous, introspective, and humble.
Winnifred Rosenrot, Age 31: Like most women of Murk stock, she is slender, freckled, and fair, although unlike her deceased sister she managed to be a cool, blue-eyed blonde. She can most often be seen gliding along in a stately manner while lost in peaceful contemplation, wrapped in a coal black or blood red tea gown and keeping her hair up in an uncomplicated bun. At times she carries a matching parasol. Despite her soft voice and gentle mannerisms, she is fiercely social and personable, and enjoys the company of others. Though unable to bear her own children she has been more than content to raise her sister and brother in law’s banner from where the Grimm tore it down and lift it proud once more. While she is not fully used to the task of Motherhood, the same unbending will that brought her to strike out alone from Yrrch to Vale has served her well in that endeavor. The same milk of human kindness and tender heart that won her Seigfreid when she arrived also work to her benefit in the task at hand.