Mackenzie "Marjorie" Mihangle

Registry of the Evolved Database

File #24 Sep 2010 01:28

Name Mackenzie Marjorie Mihangle Aliases Marjorie
Status Registered Evolved (Tier 2) Ability Force Field Generation
Gender Female Race/Eth. Scottish-Polish (American)
Birthdate October 29 Age 28
Height 5'5" Build Slender
Eyes Green Hair Brunette
Residence Le Rivage - Apartment # 202
Employment Self-employed piano teacher and candle maker
Parents Owain and Mila Mihangle Siblings Griffin Mihangle
Marital Status Single Mother Children Owain Griffin Mihangle (adopted)
First Seen Why Am I Here? Last Seen Duty to Country or Family

A single mother transplanted from Chicago, Marjorie is an old-fashioned girl with old-fashioned tastes. She is an unapologetic Evo who loves crafts and has a dislike of Uncle Sam that borders on extreme paranoia.

Her brother was taken from her 10 years ago for being an Evo (and for killing his wife). Marjorie raised her brother's son, Owain. But now she's juggling his terrorist tendencies, her own terrorist sympathies, a 10 year old boy, a candle-making business, private piano lessons and a part-time job as a baker. Will something fall?

Mackenzie "Marjorie" Mihangle
portrayed by

Anna Friel



You can't choose them, but they're yours for life

Griffin - The long-lost brother. Marjorie last saw Griffin 10 years ago after he'd torn his wife limb from limb and gone to jail for it. He vanished the next day, courtesy of the U.S. Government. She suspects he was Evolved, and took it upon herself to raise his son as her own. Now that he's back? She has no idea what to do. Maybe she should have let sleeping dogs lie…
Owain - Her son, her world and her life. Owain is technically Griffin's son, but Marjorie has raised him since he were only a few months old to the ripe old age of 10. She knows that eventually he'll have to know Griffin as his father again, but some small selfish part of her is terrified of losing being a mother.


  • "I made two batches of red, white and blue cupcakes. One was for Owain to take to school. The other, I dropped a syrupped strawberry onto each individual cake, like the live hearts of the politicians and criminals who think it's okay to kidnap people because they're different. I made them bleed over their own flags. And they were delicious."


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