From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

Marigold - Saloon Girl Costume
Madame Marigold
Player: @dustwoman
Origin:	Magic
Archetype:	Mastermind
Security Level:	41
Personal Data
Real Name:	Marlene Marigold
Known Aliases:	"Goldilocks" "Marmar" "Golden" "Mari"
Species:	Human-seeming Ifrit
Age:	24, looks just shy of 17 or 18
Height:	5'4"
Weight:	135 lb
Eye Color:	Green with a halo of yellow about the pupil
Hair Color:	Red, orange tones
Biographical Data
Nationality:	Arab/Irish
Occupation:	Unknown
Place of Birth:	Unknown
Base of Operations:	Unknown
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	Orphaned
Known Powers
Demon Summoner, Fire Powers
Known Abilities
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Equipment
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Madame Marigold is an Ifrit, for weal or woe, the eternal genie caught between good and evil and granting wishes. She's lost her lamp (she calls it a lantern) and is now on the hunt for it. The whole meat of the matter is that she now works in Paragon City trying to fight crime with Bluebite and other friends she's met. The results of this crimefighting are often left to interpretation. She's blown a warehouse to pieces by sheer accident because she crossed the wrong wires and stumbled out with a headfull of blackened hair. She's eaten one too many burgers because someone else was doing it. She's hung about with Succubi and found them too weird.

She's Madame Marigold.

Background

Born to an Irish lass and an Arabian businessman, few really know the details about her parents. Her mother died in childbirth and her father raised her rather conservatively, burqa and veil firmly in place. Despite that upbringing, however, he wanted his daughter to be able to defend herself. He had professors teach her in the arts of traditional Western archery and Kyudo, fencing and Kendo, and the art of shooting. Her skill with the bow and the handgun were better than that with a sword, but she enjoyed using the scimitar after taking down the heirloom crossed blades above the fireplace in her home and playing with them until they broke.

Then, something went missing. Everyone that she's befriended knows it had to be her lantern. Madame Marigold is a Ifrit of some power. When her lantern went missing, the masterless demons appeared at her front door. She's had them about her ever since, instinctively coming to her as an authority of some sort. The hunt then became more and more important after her father died and left her the family business, so she left Dubai to come to Paragon City.

She arrived in Paragon City about a month ago, looking for information about the Circle of Thorns and about her lantern. Her innocence and naivete led her to several encounters with utter, depraved evil of a sort that would be best not rehashed to preserve her dignity. In those moments, she learned of her true powers over Hellfire and what exactly that meant for her existence in Paragon City. She went to conclude that she was an Ifrit and not a mere genie or Djinn. She was touched by the powers of darkness.

She has since caused irreparable chaos to the people of Paragon City by acting out on her Vigilante desires, culminating in the humiliation and subjugation of a few key heroines by suspending them via ropes from a telephone pole for 'Letting those darned Nazis get away!' She still maintains an apartment at King's Row that she tends to sneak into rather than barge into, as well as a large warehouse suitable for storing spacecraft for her Exemplar, Bluebite. Her tendency to cause chaos and create chaos wherever she goes was brought to the attention of Arachnos agents, who quietly offered her candy and shoved her into a van.

The van exploded shortly after arriving in the Rogue Isles, a streak of yellow fire shooting through the skies above St. Martial.

Very recently, she seems to have fully come out of the closet. As a bounty hunter. She dresses as a leather-clad tough girl when she collects bounties, often seen subduing deviant heroes and nicer villains alike with her golden hellwhip. When asked once about why exactly she uses a whip in her line of work, she was quoted:

"Well, I just wanted to.."

At this point, she removed her sunglasses.

".. Whip them into shap! YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She was seen running at a blinding speed away from the reporter afterwards.

Detailed Description

She looks about 18 or 19 years old, her hair a bright orange coloration, often worn long. Her eyes are a soulful green with a halo of yellow about the pupil. Her skin is tanned, rich in complexion with almost a touch of exotic to the tone. She has a beauty mark on her left cheek. She's often seen smiling, happy-faced, unable to do much but feel joy and bliss. She wears rather odd outfits, ranging from the saloon girl costume that she typically wears for crimefighting to a maid costume when she's doing undercover work to her bellyshirt, pleated skirt, and golden tights when she's clubbing.

Despite all this, she is capable of shifting shape according to the powers vested in her by Ifrithood. She's not very good at it and it is subject to the whims and desires of those about her more than her own desires at this time, due to her lantern being missing and being unable to grant real wishes for a time.

Should she ever be reunited with her lantern, she would be able to transform into a very tall golden-skinned primeval form.

Other Random Details

If magical practitioners read her aura, they will realize that she looks all the world to be a masterless puppet, her strings hanging limply about her aura. Her aura constantly secretes hellfire and dark magics into the astral plane about her, despite her innocent and sweet nature. Something is definitely amiss.

Scientists that have performed genetic tests upon her DNA have only really seen their test equipment turn into slag before their eyes and have to explain to the fire department why they haven't checked their extinguishers in a few months.

The last time someone read her fortune, their crystal ball exploded. Marigold paid for the hospital bill.