Mariane Pilote is a character role-played by im_baguette_ Im_Baguette
General Description[]
Marine Pilote, mostly knows as Trips, is a car maniac. She loves cars and gaslighting people. She can be recognized by her blacked out arms and her prosthetic left leg
BACKGROUND[]
Mariane is french canadien, as a young child Mariane wasn't known as the model child of the bunch at school, she was known as the queen of the bad kids. She and her friend group would pull different pranks on fellow students and teachers. They were terrorizing the school, they would draw mustaches on the yearly class pictures showcased in the school, throw rocks at the school windows during the recess, take fellow students lunch money to go buy some firecrackers to throw around while class was happening. Mariane and her friends would pass most of their days in detention after school but even that wasn't enough to stop the maniacs they were together. In fact, they were too much for the teacher in charge of watching detention, Miss Vachon. Miss Vachon had one single straight goal set in her mind. Change those students to follow the right way and make them understand what they were doing was wrong. However, she was no match for the group of friends. Mariane would setup various pranks for when Miss Vachon entered the detention room, sticky chicken feather pranks, putting dog poo in the teachers boots, thumb tacks on her chair. She was going through hell with the fellow group of friends. One day though, the friends decided to pull the ultimate prank on the angel Vachon was. As she left to go grab a cup of coffee in the teachers room, Mariane pulled out a box of matches and showed the class. Her friends weren't really sure about that one, they thought it was too much. They were trying to make her stop, they were slowly folding and realizing that what Miss Vachon was trying to explain to them maybe wasn't wrong and they should maybe try changing going forward and not ruin their entire lives by making others suffer. Mariane looked at all her friends in disgust and called them a bunch of pussies. As she lit a few matches on, Miss Vachon entered the class wearing a very long but very nice looking dress. She rushed down to the pile of paper layed all over the class that was about to be set on fire but she was way too slow, Mariane had already put the class on fire. The fire extinguisher was set up across class, where the flames were already well up and burning. As caring as she was, Miss Vachon ran to get it, in the moment, fire caught into her dress and she started catching up on fire. All the students were worried, they were crying, they were scared. Meanwhile, by the door, Mariane was laughing, dying in happiness over the chaos she had made. She had finally made the ultimate prank. Her friends were looking at her with terror, disgust in their eyes. They talked down Mariane to the bottom, they were destroying her, she ran away in cries. All her friends she had cherished for years were all gone, because of a single prank that made her so happy in the moment. Miss Vachon was sent to the hospital and was put out of work for months over her burns. She had lost all of her friends and was expelled from the school. Her parents were disgusted by her behavior and would keep on repeating to her that this wasn't how a young lady was supposed to act. Her parents, Jean and Danielle, were known through the entire town, they were the owners of the local car dealership. Business had always been good for them and business was something they wanted to pass down to Mariane one day. With how she was acting however, the business was losing out on sales, the families around the town were upset by Mariane's actions and would talk down the entire family over her doings. With no school wanting to take her on board, the family had no choice but to homeschool Mariane. Mariane, only 14 by now, had no interest in classic school learning and was a nightmare for her parents over school work. She would refuse anything studying related. They one day put a complete stop on school work and started bringing her to the dealership, they figured maybe manual work would help her forge back a good attitude and better manners. They would teach her how to speak to people in an appropriate way, which was still definitely not her cup of tea. She would make clients run away and talk them down like they were nobody. They would then bring her out to the repair shop part of the dealership where she started taking a liking, she would learn how to fix engines, radiators, bodywork. They had finally found a way to control her, if only that was the case. Behind their back she would sneak out parts such as GPS and Radios and go sell them on the streets to make a quick buck. One day her dad, Jean, was very grateful on the progress she had made as a person and would bring her out on a test drive. As she put the key into the car, she quickly realized the car, Zion Classic, was a piece of crap and couldn't even start at all. Her father told her "Once you fix this car, I will learn you how to drive.". Mariane took up on the offer and saw very big, this was a key moment for her, fixing that car would mean freedom whenever she wanted it. She would pass weeks of sleepless nights to fix the piece of crap she was given. After 2 months of consistent work at the dealership and on her side project, she was completed. The old rusted Zion Classic she was given was turned into one of the best looking cars across the entire town. As promised, her dad brought her on a drive and taught her out on how to drive. She would go on long drives and explore the world. One day as she was driving around, she would look at the sidewalk and see some familiar faces, it was her old school friends. They were now all geeky looking and had been corrupted by Miss Vachon, well that's what she thought, they were just becoming normal persons after all, she called them out for being fake and threw a fit at them then drove them off in smoke. As she was driving away, she realized that she was slowly becoming like them, her parents were trying to corrupt her to becoming a loser. She proceeded to pull the handbrake and put a complete stop to the car and punched the window. Her fist was bleeding and had multiple shards of glass stuck onto it. As she came home to her parents, whom were worried about where she had been for the past 6 hours, looked at her in tears over the injury she had suffered. With no reaction to what was happening to her parents, Mariane screamed at her parents calling them out for trying to change her. She was pissed at them for trying to make her be a normie and a loser. During the night, still injured by the broken window, she sneaked out of the house and made her Zion's engine roar. Jean and Danielle woke up ran outside, but it was too late she was already gone. She had one goal in mind that night, revive who she really was, the school terror everyone knew. Cruising down the streets of her boring town, she saw it, she saw what she had to do to become the terror everyone across town knew. The car stopped, she hopped out in front of the local 24/7 with a wrench in hand, one labeled from the dealership. She threw that thing the hardest she could at the stores window and then pushed her way inside. The store owner terrorized, she picked the wrench back and started destroying everything she could in the store, slowly but surely joy started emerging back into Mariane's mind. She had found it back, she was back to the chaos she enjoyed and had been away for months now. As she stepped to the cashier, who by now had already pushed the silent alarm, she started hearing sirens and seeing the police lights. The police, who had also been called by her parents, were speeding their way to the store to stop her actions. As a result, she ran out of the store and started to driving away from the crime scene she had just made. She couldn't stop, she had to run away, she drove as fast as she could. She was enjoying the chaos that was happening, maybe too much. As nothing ever goes fine, while looking behind her to see if cops were still following her, she turned back to look in front of her and crashed into a wild deer who was crossing the street.
A week deep into coma and on the verge of death, she woke up in her hospital bed which she was hand cuffed to. Her parents who were sitting by them, were in cries but quickly turned into flames when she woke up, they started once again screaming at her for the behavior she had brought back. They told her about how they had called the cops on her as they were worried she was gonna get in trouble. Mariane relentlessly screamed at her for being awful parents and ruining her life. She had lost all respect in them. With the actions she had caused, she was sent to the hell juvie is for a month, where once again no one could change her behavior. Over the next few years of her life, she kept causing chaos but on the down low as she did not want to be brought there anymore.
Now, as a 18 year old, with higher standards, Mariane started taking a liking to expensive clothing, which she had trouble affording anymore as her parents had finally caught on to her blackmarket of GPS and Radios. She had barely no income as her parents wouldn't pay her a dime from the dealership. She would go around expensive clothing stores and steal the highest quality of clothes possible. After multiple hits and a wardrobe filled with expensive shoes, tops and bottoms. Her mom Danielle started wondering where all of those came from and set up a GPS tracked on Mariane's phone while she was taking a nap in the living room. One day, as she went out to another store, her mother was tracking and following her from distance. Danielle would see her daughter once again have the horrible behavior they hated from her and pulled on Mariane in front of the store as she was leaving with stolen merchandise. She took Mariane by her arm and dragged her to the store manager to give back all she had stolen that time. Back home, in a destructive mood, Danielle took out the entire wardrobe out and started burning everything Mariane had gathered over the last month. She left a few in there and then told Mariane to pack those remaining clothes and her more then likely stolen belongings and to get out of the house. All she had left was a bag filled with her stuff and a broken heart, the broken heart of what once she thought was family was nothing more then lies and fake unsupportive parents.
With all those mixed feelings, she had one goal, to make them regret. She knew her mother had sacred family jewels stashed in the house, she snuck in the house while everyone was at work and snatched them like her good old fashion clothing store plans. She then started the gas oven, the fireplace and left what she once called home, she walked away from where she took her first steps, said her first words with everything going down to pieces from the flames that were ravaging the house, she left her once called "family" left with nothing, just like how they left her that one day. She then smuggled her way to America, going to different big cities such as Liberty City and Vice City to keep getting the best of the best clothing possible. After burning everything to pieces back home, she took a big liking to destroying what people cherish and love and she continued to do that in those big cities. One day, in Liberty City, she entered another mansion and once again stole jewels from that place. Upon leaving the mansion, she heard a voice, it was a young girl she was screaming in tears seeing that Mariane had her favorite necklace in her hands. She felt guilty, destroying someone's heart had reached her this time, it had never happened to her before, she somewhat kinda finally understood what Miss Vachon was trying to make her understand back in detention. She looked back at the young girl in tears and said "I'm sorry, I need this more then you do" and left through the front door. In the parking lot she then saw the young girl's father arrived in his luxury car. She was caught in the act, the father had his phone in hands dialing 911, she didn't want to end up in the hell juvie was. She took her screwdriver, which she used to open up safes, and threw it right at the mans heart. She instantly ghosted out "I-I-I killed someone?" was in her mind. She turned around looking at the house and saw the little girl in the window tearing up. That was it, she realized she had committed what she feared the most, getting broken into pieces. She dropped the necklace and drove miles and miles away and reached Los Santos, she knew police were probably looking for her so she made sure to change vehicles every so often. Once in Los Santos her new story began as she was moving from alley to alley to avoid the probability of cops looking for her.