Name: Maze "Argento" Messina
Stage Name: Mazikeen
Age 26
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Eye Colour: Light Blue
Hair Colour: Grey
Ethnicity: Sicilian
Birthplace: Unknown
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Stage Name: Mazikeen
Age 26
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Eye Colour: Light Blue
Hair Colour: Grey
Ethnicity: Sicilian
Birthplace: Unknown
Voice Claim:
Theme:
Wrestling Attire
Wrestling Attire 2
Wrestling Attire 3
In the Wild 1
In the Wild 2
However you managed to get her to dress up... Good job
Mazikeen and Maisilyn get along VERY well
Maze in private
Uhhmmm
Wrestling Information
Wrasslin’ Style: Maze Messina presents herself as a very controlled and traditional fighter that exists outside the norms of professional wrestling. She doesn’t keep finishers, or signatures, as she believes in anything can finish an opponent when applied at the right time and method. She doesn’t do more damage than necessary and prefers to use takedowns, wrestling and then finish with a choke. The ideal way to win is as painlessly as possible, but having learned much from her opponent about pro wrestling. Her stand-up is a mixture of well-aimed open-palmed strikes and fluid movements. Elbows, calf-kicks and knees, with practiced posture, practiced timing and excellent technique. Maze has a mind for the game, finding opponent habits and openings, and wants to know your strengths.
Once Maze closes her fist, her goals and attitude tend to shift. She’s excitable and wants to dance, wants to harm and wants to be harmed. A match becomes a battle. Blood becomes a colour. She wants to experiment and grow, finish messy and become one with her power-craving battlelust.
Prior winning moves...
- By channeling copious amounts of anger, Mazikeen targets an opponents masseter C6 pressure point on their mandible jaw, using one, then two hands. This works as a slowly or fast-cranking vice that causes severe pain. Typically, Maze also covers their mouth so their screams are silent and the fight's end is swift. She won't feel you bite.
Personality
Maze is a selectively mute person that prefers solitude.
She communicates through expressions, sign language, hand gestures and writing on notepads. This aspect of herself is very dear to her, and part of her numerous pledges, ranging from swearing off material items to ego, to judging others, doing unnecessary harm, commitment to learning and, lastly: silence.
When she does speak, her voice is powerful and carries a thick Italian accent. A haunting laugh and a beautiful whisper. In contrast, her prior demeanour is often very docile and easy to appease. This makes it so she rarely needs to speak, as she tends to disappear. How you GET her to speak is a matter of a few tricks… Often involving alcohol or other painless coercions.
She believes herself to be an Angel within human skin. Quite literally. Her condition of CIPA and upbringing had very religious imprints on her psyche and worldly perspective, where she believes herself to be one-of-a-kind and can take away pain by being physically struck. Thus, she is an Angel embarking on worldly travels, to study philosophies, religions and martial arts. And, of course, enjoy the culture authentically. All these tie into other key parts of her question: pain, sacrifice and struggle.
Maze lives a painless existence, but that isn’t without its troubles.
Her body doesn’t regulate temperature, thus, her need to be mindful at all times and bundle up.
And because she’s painless, she needs to check her health very frequently at hospitals.
She needs to be extremely mindful of her actions to not accidentally scratch her own eyes out while she sleeps or break a bone by accident.
But this is all so unproductive…
Which is why she leaned into martial arts. For it was a way for Maze to feel something close to pain and struggle. Technique, execution, patience. She needed to control every movement and be fluid, calm and precise. Just like in life. This would be integral to Maze’s religious practice.
However, inside Maze is a Mazikeen. A power hunger to use her gift of painlessness to push limitations beyond a pain-feeling human can ram into. Destroying herself for a fight, because seeing it through was all that matters. Then to win, and stand over a worthy adversary, punching and punching as the battle-lust rages into her blistered knuckle-veins. Aaaaahhh…. A rush.
One she doesn’t like feeling. Or rather, one she doesn't like admitting she likes feeling.
At the end of the day, Mazikeen is an angelic battle priest. She wants to be someone of faith, that repents her mistakes through notes on a pad, a connection to God and have that confessed note go down the stream in late evenings. She wants to see everything, learn everything and help whoever she can. To learn about pain, and just about everything in general.
She communicates through expressions, sign language, hand gestures and writing on notepads. This aspect of herself is very dear to her, and part of her numerous pledges, ranging from swearing off material items to ego, to judging others, doing unnecessary harm, commitment to learning and, lastly: silence.
When she does speak, her voice is powerful and carries a thick Italian accent. A haunting laugh and a beautiful whisper. In contrast, her prior demeanour is often very docile and easy to appease. This makes it so she rarely needs to speak, as she tends to disappear. How you GET her to speak is a matter of a few tricks… Often involving alcohol or other painless coercions.
She believes herself to be an Angel within human skin. Quite literally. Her condition of CIPA and upbringing had very religious imprints on her psyche and worldly perspective, where she believes herself to be one-of-a-kind and can take away pain by being physically struck. Thus, she is an Angel embarking on worldly travels, to study philosophies, religions and martial arts. And, of course, enjoy the culture authentically. All these tie into other key parts of her question: pain, sacrifice and struggle.
Maze lives a painless existence, but that isn’t without its troubles.
Her body doesn’t regulate temperature, thus, her need to be mindful at all times and bundle up.
And because she’s painless, she needs to check her health very frequently at hospitals.
She needs to be extremely mindful of her actions to not accidentally scratch her own eyes out while she sleeps or break a bone by accident.
But this is all so unproductive…
Which is why she leaned into martial arts. For it was a way for Maze to feel something close to pain and struggle. Technique, execution, patience. She needed to control every movement and be fluid, calm and precise. Just like in life. This would be integral to Maze’s religious practice.
However, inside Maze is a Mazikeen. A power hunger to use her gift of painlessness to push limitations beyond a pain-feeling human can ram into. Destroying herself for a fight, because seeing it through was all that matters. Then to win, and stand over a worthy adversary, punching and punching as the battle-lust rages into her blistered knuckle-veins. Aaaaahhh…. A rush.
One she doesn’t like feeling. Or rather, one she doesn't like admitting she likes feeling.
At the end of the day, Mazikeen is an angelic battle priest. She wants to be someone of faith, that repents her mistakes through notes on a pad, a connection to God and have that confessed note go down the stream in late evenings. She wants to see everything, learn everything and help whoever she can. To learn about pain, and just about everything in general.
Backstory
Maze Messina comes from a life in her local church.
She didn’t have parents so to speak, she had the house of god. And in the house of god, she was a special being that needed a little extra protection. She was Immortal Messina. An angel. Someone who absolved suffering and guilt by touch and prayer. They believed in her because she had a special gift. She could not feel an ounce of pain. And it’s through demonstrations that the local church got its legitimacy. Such is why they’d keep Maze sheltered when she was sickly, as to not harm any illusion.
So how did this end? One day, Maze simply walked out the back door to find the man who could fix her acoustic guitar. She had a horrible sense of direction, so kept going. She wanted a string. But she couldn’t find the man, so continued to wander… and wander… and wonder. She took a ferry, then continued to walk. With difficulty understanding a map or distance, she ended up severely lost in a world she didn’t recognize. One with technology.
She took the things she wanted. Walked into the sea with her big white robes, then sat in fountains and played games. Maze eventually found a fighting gym with open doors, where she liked sleeping on the mats while they were airing out to dry. Sensei Sergio, the owner, had a couple run-ins with her until giving up and letting her come and go. Even made her a special mat. Then as they interacted more, Sergio took on extra responsibility to make sure she was fine. He taught her many-many things she hadn’t learned before. Immortal Messina was starting to become just Maze. And although Maze would try to find where her church was, she had unknowingly found herself a new home.
She struggled profoundly with social skills. She was learning sign language and talked in-frequently. Urban busyness overwhelmed her. And she still wasn’t going to school yet. But, there was a flicker of who she’d become already happening. Maze wanted to practice Martial Arts. She watched Sergio’s class roll and practice. She tried to copy, then rolled her ankle, only to realign into place and try again. After Sergio nearly loses his lunch, she’s taken to a Doctor that diagnoses her with CIPA. No pain perception or extreme temperature. She can really hurt herself and never know it. Overheat or freeze.
Sergio took an increased role in her life as a surrogate father. They taught Maze to always check herself for injuries and see a Doctor once a month. She internalized it, eventually, and made it part of her prayer routines. She was still looking towards martial arts. She practiced this far better than keeping track of any belonging she owed or money she had. To her, she didn’t have any possessions. No friends or enemies.
Sergio was worried about her future. Worried about her temperament, how she’ll fare on her own and what she’ll become. She wasn’t particularly skilled or well-adjusted. So, he offered to give her what he could. Training and support. But if he was going to train her, then she’d become the best fighter he could make. At least then, if Maze was going to meet trouble: she’d win.
Around this time also in Maze’s self-search, she began attending church again. A different one, of course, where she was just a worshipper. She loved it. She enjoyed having a bible in her hands, praying and doing sacraments, people watching and learning. It was all calming, unifying and peaceful. Sergio opted to convert to better understand his quiet daughter and they began going together. And in training, she found a sense of wholeness, feeling connected with struggle, the closest thing she could get to pain. Her fascination with religion only grew, and she had a healthy appetite for learning about different religions and cultures, its history -- and most hungrily, martial arts.
However, this wasn’t enough for Maze. She wanted more.
She wanted a deeper connection to faith and combat. So she sacrificed by pledging a life of poverty, lack of indulgence and prayer every night. To not judge anyone but herself, to not speak unless needed and to dedicate herself to God by learning. She left Italy with an emotional goodbye to Sergio.
Now, she was a wanderer. She lives off generosity and homeless shelters, staying in religious places or communities during her studies. She needs to be extra conscious about her health, especially in heat waves and winters. During her stay, she practices the native martial arts and learns about the culture as a study. Years pass, and Maze has recently come from China to Japan, seeking to study Shinto and its flavour of Buddhism. Hungrily, as well, Maze placed eyes on the world of puroresu. A curious flavour of combat sport.
Maze attended its shows. Always her first step. What she learned is that they didn’t require raw acumen to succeed. Your ability to be a showman was just as powerful. The wrestlers she enjoyed the most were humble, respectful and strong. Those who didn’t try to work the crowd -- but were praised for their form regardless. She idolized that. She found it similar to church in a way, with its songs and test of faiths being exerted through maneuvers and strikes before an audience of believers. So she signed-up and was tossed into a wrestling gym for evaluation. This ended with a slight misadventure with another aspiring wrestler, to which she pummeled them and felt profusely guilty afterwards. And it’s this incident that made Maze stand out to her future employers.
LAW would sign her based on a couple sponsors putting in a good word. She got her initial break by this, where they recommended she’d become something more fitting of her look and demeanour. Mazikeen.
She didn’t have parents so to speak, she had the house of god. And in the house of god, she was a special being that needed a little extra protection. She was Immortal Messina. An angel. Someone who absolved suffering and guilt by touch and prayer. They believed in her because she had a special gift. She could not feel an ounce of pain. And it’s through demonstrations that the local church got its legitimacy. Such is why they’d keep Maze sheltered when she was sickly, as to not harm any illusion.
So how did this end? One day, Maze simply walked out the back door to find the man who could fix her acoustic guitar. She had a horrible sense of direction, so kept going. She wanted a string. But she couldn’t find the man, so continued to wander… and wander… and wonder. She took a ferry, then continued to walk. With difficulty understanding a map or distance, she ended up severely lost in a world she didn’t recognize. One with technology.
She took the things she wanted. Walked into the sea with her big white robes, then sat in fountains and played games. Maze eventually found a fighting gym with open doors, where she liked sleeping on the mats while they were airing out to dry. Sensei Sergio, the owner, had a couple run-ins with her until giving up and letting her come and go. Even made her a special mat. Then as they interacted more, Sergio took on extra responsibility to make sure she was fine. He taught her many-many things she hadn’t learned before. Immortal Messina was starting to become just Maze. And although Maze would try to find where her church was, she had unknowingly found herself a new home.
She struggled profoundly with social skills. She was learning sign language and talked in-frequently. Urban busyness overwhelmed her. And she still wasn’t going to school yet. But, there was a flicker of who she’d become already happening. Maze wanted to practice Martial Arts. She watched Sergio’s class roll and practice. She tried to copy, then rolled her ankle, only to realign into place and try again. After Sergio nearly loses his lunch, she’s taken to a Doctor that diagnoses her with CIPA. No pain perception or extreme temperature. She can really hurt herself and never know it. Overheat or freeze.
Sergio took an increased role in her life as a surrogate father. They taught Maze to always check herself for injuries and see a Doctor once a month. She internalized it, eventually, and made it part of her prayer routines. She was still looking towards martial arts. She practiced this far better than keeping track of any belonging she owed or money she had. To her, she didn’t have any possessions. No friends or enemies.
Sergio was worried about her future. Worried about her temperament, how she’ll fare on her own and what she’ll become. She wasn’t particularly skilled or well-adjusted. So, he offered to give her what he could. Training and support. But if he was going to train her, then she’d become the best fighter he could make. At least then, if Maze was going to meet trouble: she’d win.
Around this time also in Maze’s self-search, she began attending church again. A different one, of course, where she was just a worshipper. She loved it. She enjoyed having a bible in her hands, praying and doing sacraments, people watching and learning. It was all calming, unifying and peaceful. Sergio opted to convert to better understand his quiet daughter and they began going together. And in training, she found a sense of wholeness, feeling connected with struggle, the closest thing she could get to pain. Her fascination with religion only grew, and she had a healthy appetite for learning about different religions and cultures, its history -- and most hungrily, martial arts.
However, this wasn’t enough for Maze. She wanted more.
She wanted a deeper connection to faith and combat. So she sacrificed by pledging a life of poverty, lack of indulgence and prayer every night. To not judge anyone but herself, to not speak unless needed and to dedicate herself to God by learning. She left Italy with an emotional goodbye to Sergio.
Now, she was a wanderer. She lives off generosity and homeless shelters, staying in religious places or communities during her studies. She needs to be extra conscious about her health, especially in heat waves and winters. During her stay, she practices the native martial arts and learns about the culture as a study. Years pass, and Maze has recently come from China to Japan, seeking to study Shinto and its flavour of Buddhism. Hungrily, as well, Maze placed eyes on the world of puroresu. A curious flavour of combat sport.
Maze attended its shows. Always her first step. What she learned is that they didn’t require raw acumen to succeed. Your ability to be a showman was just as powerful. The wrestlers she enjoyed the most were humble, respectful and strong. Those who didn’t try to work the crowd -- but were praised for their form regardless. She idolized that. She found it similar to church in a way, with its songs and test of faiths being exerted through maneuvers and strikes before an audience of believers. So she signed-up and was tossed into a wrestling gym for evaluation. This ended with a slight misadventure with another aspiring wrestler, to which she pummeled them and felt profusely guilty afterwards. And it’s this incident that made Maze stand out to her future employers.
LAW would sign her based on a couple sponsors putting in a good word. She got her initial break by this, where they recommended she’d become something more fitting of her look and demeanour. Mazikeen.