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[Mercede]

MERCEDE

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diamonds are a girl’s bestfriend -

mercede f. callahan
the pitt
2 months


pronounced: (mur-say-dee)

general
female - marble cross fox (white, gray, black) - 2 months - Jervis x Fourthwall - no crush - no mentor

powers
mental manipulation

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call me your sweet baby —



Did she like her sisters? No. Not a single one of them. She knew they didn’t like her either. It didn’t bother her too much though, she was certain they wasted more of their time thinking of her than she did them.

Even though she didn’t not enjoy the presence of her sisters, she hated Sweeney the least. So she wouldn’t see too much of an issue going to check out what was happening.

Unlike Sweeney, Mercede was not tired of being pissed off and angry. In fact it hadn’t even occurred to her that she was. Didn’t every child feel such rage towards the world? Nor did the girl think they needed a parental figure. There was more glory in rising on your own.

The idea of getting help seemed weak. The idea of having someone show you they way seemed to make your success inferior in comparison to those who didn’t receive guidance. Maybe it was her need to prove herself.

there wasn’t much to do his this forsaken wasteland that could even take her mind off of her woes for even a second. So it would not take long for her to track down her sister along with Caesar. Did she like him? No. Not at all. It worried her that he was around Sweeney.

“Sweeney! What are you doing?”

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