Mable lâcha un bâilleur alors que son manager se mit à lui dire une fois de plus à quel point ce concert était important. Il a dit qu'elle pourrait être expulsée si elle gâchait ça, Mable a levé un front sur lui. "Déporté? Je suis juste une pop star Gajoon, qu'est-ce qui est si important dans ma performance ici qu'ils ont besoin de me menacer?" Elle a demandé, ses yeux sincères et innocents. Elle savait qu'on l'utilisait, mais il manquait beaucoup de détails. Qui donnait les ordres, qui supervisait vraiment sa carrière, et qui lui donnait ces horribles chansons de dieu? Elle secoua les épaules et secoua la tête. "N'importe quoi, je pense probablement trop à des choses." Elle a dit. Gajoon ne savait probablement pas grand-chose, et même s'il ne parlait pas, de peur qu'il ne risque d'être disparu par Galatec.
Elle a quitté le parking et est entrée à l'arrière de la scène. Comme Gajoon l'avait dit, il y avait un groupe qui l'attendait, un groupe de personnes qu'elle n'avait jamais rencontrées auparavant. Comme ils s'y attendaient, ils se sont tous précipités vers elle, excités de la rencontrer et, bien sûr, honorés de travailler avec elle. Mable les a salués comme si elle voyait de vieux amis, brisant rapidement la glace. « Tout le monde a raison, nous n'avons pas beaucoup de temps, alors commençons! » Elle a dit d'attraper un micro. Heureusement, le groupe Galatec l'avait donné pour travailler avec était décent, et autant qu'elle puisse le dire n'était pas dans quel but de cette chanson était. Galatec a probablement été forcée d'utiliser l'aide extérieure, elle ne pouvait pas imaginer qu'il était facile de trouver des musiciens talentueux dans leurs rangs.
Bientôt assez Mable a fait mémoriser la performance, des paroles de la chanson à sa routine de danse. Alors que les préparatifs finals ont eu lieu, elle a été mise dans une tenue colorée fluide et a dit d'attendre jusqu'à ce que le spectacle devait commencer
Name: Marvelous Beloved Love (Don't judge you racist)
Nickname/Alias: Mable
Race: Valiant
Age: 20
Ethnicity: N/A
Gender: Female
Appearance: First things first, you should know what a Valiant is. A Valiant is a humanoid alien race. Upon first glance the most identifiable thing one will notice is their skin, because it's blue. Next one may notice that Valiant eyes have a wide range of colors, ranging from black, blue, red, purple, green and so forth. Mable's eyes happen to be a vibrant shade of pink, which is atypical even for a Valiant. Valiant hair follicles are much thicker than human hair, about the thickness of spaghetti. I know that may give you a gross mental image, but trust me, the comparisons stop there. Valiant hair isn't sticky and wet, nor is it nearly as delicious. Mable's red hair is cut to end just above her shoulders, the thick strands subtly curvy. She likes to fashion a single bang into a braid, and tends to accent it with a bow or other hair accessories. Mable has soft facial features, with large energetic eyes, a small perky nose, smooth jaw line and round cheeks. across her cheeks and around her nose she has a few freckles. She smiles often, revealing that she has dimples.
Mable is five feet, nine inches tall, which is actually fairly short for a Valiant. She has a fairly lithe figure, with a slim waist and slightly visible muscle definition. Let's see what else... what else is there to note about a female character's appearance... Something unique to females... bah, I'm drawing a flat blank.
Clothing: Mable wears fairly extravagant clothing, especially when compared to the drab tatters of the masses. Her position in society allows her to wear colorful and frilly clothing, such as fancy blouses and sweaters, though more often than not she likes to wear something fashionable yet comfortable such as light jackets and skirts with compression shorts.
In The Mind
Personality: Saccharine, would be a fitting word to describe Mable, but in case you aren't an English major or a pretentious writer I'll explain more. Mable is an energetic, cheery individual. She is highly extroverted, delighting in the company of others and engaging in physical activity. You'll be hard pressed to find her in a bad mood, even in distressing situations she finds a way to keep a positive attitude, always looking on the bright side and how to move forward. She can be pushy about making sure others feel the same way, insisting that people keep a smile on their face, and she will stubbornly hold to her own gleeful demeanor in spite of them.
Mable is aggressive in her endeavors, once she sets her sights on something she always intends to succeed and surpass, because of this failure can hit her hard, and cause her to act recklessly to compensate. In general, she's rather impulsive and spontaneous, often acting in brazen and strange ways. That's not to say Mable is an idiot, to the contrary in contrast to her bubbly personality she is pragmatic and insightful. While she may say and do outlandish things she does so with cause.
Likes: Extreme Sports, animals, sweets.
Dislikes: Hey, Mable loves everyone.
Fears: Failure, gloomy moods.
Quirks: Mable has a habit of smiling when nervous or distressed, it's almost as if she's incapable of frowning.
Where They’ve Been
History: Mable was born on a distant planet where her race originates. She had a rough childhood, as she didn't quite fit in with what was the norm on her home world. She often got in trouble with other kids, and often she would get hurt. Regardless, she always kept her head held up and strove to do her best in spite of what others thought. At the age of 16 she was involved in an incident that resulted in the death of her parents and many others. Mable stuck to the claim that she was innocent, however due to her muddled past she had little to stand on, and was exiled from the planet.
She ended up on New Earth, and at first things were tough. She tried to find a job she could enjoy, but ended up working in a factory putting together various electronics. She could have stayed like this the rest of her life, but she wasn't happy, and that was unacceptable. She learned of a talent competition being held in the city, and even though she knew it was more propaganda she joined, and won. Mable could sing, very well, Galatec took advantage of this and turned her into a Galatec brand idol. From singing songs laden with hidden messages, to appearing in ads all over the planet, she became one of the recognizable faces of Galatec.
Life became easier for Mable, Galatec provided her with money and a nice home. Yet she did not forget about the people less fortunate than her. Mable wants to change things, and as she sees it, the best way to do this is from the inside.
Talents: Mable is a great singer and dancer, she can also play the guitar. She is very athletic, and has good reflexes and adaptability.
Hindrances: Mable has a hard time focusing on things that are not right in front of her, her stubborn attitude makes her driven, but can easily backfire.
Powers: As a Valiant, Mable has much greater strength than a normal human being, to the point she can easily lift a car. Valiants are also able to emit stored energy from their body that comes out as small explosions, however overuse can cause them to pass out.
Equipment: Morpher??
Bonus Round
Quotes: "Peace and Love!"
Theme Song: N/A
Aspiration: Love and Peace!
It’s Morphin’ Time!
Color Designation: ??
Primary Weapon: A 7 foot long double edged batte axe
Energy Shield: Her shield is shaped like a 6 pointed star with rounded points.
Blaster Design: A blaster shaped like a megaphone that fires round sound waves that expand over distance and explode on contact.
Powers: ??
Zords: 
Bright lights of various colors flashed upon a cheering crowd of countless people, music boomed from giant speakers, enthralling the masses like a hypnotic virus. On a raised stage a blue skinned young woman dressed in a frilly dress danced and sung, her body moved rhythmically to the tune of her own majestic voice and accompanying pop instrumentals. Her feet tapped and slid across the floor, her hands vogued stylishly as she pleased the crowd.
This song is terrible. She thought, as she spun around a backup dancer. These lights are probably screwing up their minds. She complained, as she hit a high note. Whoever wrote these lyrics isn't very subtle. She thought, as she sang "These chains that bind, I can't deny!"
She was putting on a performance for the people alright, but it wasn't hers. For all intents and purposes she was just another product of Galatec, if they could box her and sell her as merchandise they would. She knew she was being used, but at the very least she took solace in the fact that these people were having fun. The people of New Earth had very little to give them comfort, and if her fake performance could help them make it to the next day, then that was enough.
Eventually she ended her last song, and bowed to the cheering crowd. She raised her head and waved to them. "Thank you for coming everyone! I love you all!" She said in earnest. "Remember, Peace. And. Love!" She said posing for each word. Mable pranced offstage to the sound of clapping and elated screaming.
As she entered the back of the stage she arrived to what was essentially a TV shoot. Right after her concert, she was to meet with a few lucky fans. Sadly, there were no lucky fans, Galatec choose the people to meet her. They hadn't told her that, but it was more than obvious. She knew fake joy better than anyone, so when a teen girl that looked like a model taken from a catalog shook her hand and gushed about how this was the best day of her life, she saw right through it. She shook hand after hand, as Galatec supervisors filmed to make sure the watchers at home knew just how pleasant things were.
The last bogus fan was a boy around the age of 7, he jumped up and down and exclaimed how he wanted to be an idol one day too. Mable stood from her seat and picked the boy up, hugging him like a beloved teddy bear. "You're already an idol to me, seeing how motivated you are has made my day!" She sat the boy down and shook his hand, she noticed him hand something to her in the process. This wasn't in the script, she'd never gotten a gift from one of these propaganda fan meets. Before she could say anything, the boy had taken off. Mable held the gift in her hand, hiding it from the supervisors as they cleaned up the area and packed things away.
"Ms.Love, your ride is ready." A supervisor called from behind her. She was on Galatec company time, which meant she went home when they wanted her to. She nodded and followed the supervisor, who appeared to be an aquatic alien with a round glass helmet around his head filled with water, because of this his voice came from a synthesized device. She wondered if he worked for Galatec willingly, or if he was another victim.
After a short, silent ride she arrived to her home, which was a fancy apartment in a skyscraper. As she entered the building and got into an elevator she was finally alone. She opened her palm, and saw what was given to her for the first time. It was a small cylinder tube. She took the top off and dumped a piece of paper into her hand. She unrolled it, and smiled wide as she read the message.
'The time to strike back is coming. Be prepared. And enjoy the gift, it's the least we can do for the information you have provided us.'
As the elevator doors opened Mable ate the message, and threw the cylinder away into a bin in the hall. She entered her apartment, and quickly went into her bedroom. Sitting upon her nightstand was a picture, but not just any picture. It was a framed moment of her memory, a picture of her mother and father with her. She was sixteen when it was taken, but when she looked at that picture she could remember that day like it was yesterday. She picked up the picture, and couldn't help but fall to her knees and hold it close. With a quivering smile and running eyes she laid down on her bed, and for the first time in years slept in a home that felt like home.