Okay. We can cut there.
Step 2:
Using The Weakness
So, now you know that she is a gymnast/singer/dancer/way too many other things to keep track of. So, she has a weakness, right? Of course she does! Every character does! Even if they are Mary-Sues. What does it happen to be for a certain Raven Hunter? Empathy. She has way too much empathy. So, she would obviously never beat anything, much less kill anything. Also, she probably has the weakness of bugs or spiders, or sharks, perhaps.
Now, to use the weakness to our advantage! That is the trick we must all learn. But first, we'll tell you another Mary-Sue story.
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Mary-Sue #2
The Seducer
SOME WORLD THAT IS NOT IN THE MILKY WAY
Unknown amount of miles away from Earth
Veran Urnteh walked across the ship pad, hands tied. The men in white armor were pushing her forward into the spaceship. She daintily stepped up the ramp, and saw who was waiting for them. A man in black. He had a mask, and he kept on breathing very ruffly. His black cape fell nearly to the floor, and his black armor shined in the lamplight.
Veran had very fine features, a pretty face, blonde curls, and bright blue eyes. Her skin was white, so white that the whitest paper looked yellow compared to her skin. She wore a stunning blue dress, with green sashes and see-through sleeves. The man in black almost stopped breathing when he saw her.
"Untie her," he said gruffly. The men in white cut her ropes, and she stepped forward boldly.
"What do you want with me?" she asked defiantly.
"I want to have lips," he said passionately, but roughly through his mask. "But, since that is not the case, I will just stare at your dainty features." She smiled at his comment.
"Why do you not remove your mask?" she asked innocently. There was a pause.
"Leave us," he commanded, and the soldiers marched out of the room. The black man removed his mask. There lay an ugly face behind it, scarred and cut, and swollen, and just plain ugly. "Please, forgive my hideousness," he begged in a deep, sickly voice.
"Ugh!" she cried, and slapped him hard on the face. The deformed face. "Never! Your face is dispicable, and I could never live with myself if I kissed it! I am a royal princess, you know," she said, with a cringe on her face. "And I am incredibly smart, beautiful, witty, funny, and cute!" She giggled. The black man winced in disgust. He put his helmet back on. He pulled out a short, but very thick, black pole. What the heck was that thing? It looked familiar, but