I made a character. I hope it makes sense. Sorry it's so long.
Name: Abigail Diederich
Character Type: Indoctrinated
Physical description: (working on finding a picture) Abigail is on the short side, standing 5’5 and thin to the point of sometimes appearing frail. She has messy black hair, falling to her shoulders and dark brown eyes. She has the appearance of not sleeping much, with rings under her eyes and a pale complexion. She has no distinguishing characteristics other than a gouge taken out of the arch of her left ear. She appears younger than she is by a few years due to her small size.
Sexual preference: Male, though it has been a long time since her last sexual encounter and she hasn’t put much thought into her own sex or that of others for quite some time.
Skills: Abigail has spent years training herself in the use of a handgun, which she claims is the new instrument of divine retribution. When necessary and when she can clamp down on her natural persecutory tone she is a skilled and convincing orator, though this is somewhat offset by her disheveled appearance. She has also developed some skill with knives and metal working, stealing silver from holy sites in order to infuse her bullets with more divine power, though this effect may just be in her head.
Personality: Abigail has become difficult to get along with, touchy and suspicious of everyone around her. Her overzealous behavior and lack of focus or a stable mental state make her somewhat unreliable although she usually tries to follow through with her promises when she makes them. She is genuinely kind when talking to other members of her faith, but it takes a long time for her to trust those she sees as outsiders.
Back story: Abigail grew up in a very religious house, hearing stories about the monsters that awaited little girls who didn’t obey their parents and properly recite their verses. Her mother was harsh but never cruel, hoping to give Abigail an example of a strong, devote, and faithful woman to model herself on. In large part she succeeded but as much as Abigail loved her mother she idolized her father, who served as a minister at one of the city’s largest and most well attended churches. Growing up she would spend hours watching him rehearse his sermons, and for years she never missed a single one. As she got older she began to follow in his footsteps, trying to find a way to become as devoted a member of the church as her father.
By the time she was in her teens almost all her spare time was devoted to volunteer work at the church, and she could be found there more often than at home. By this point of course her mother, proud of her daughter’s faith and acknowledging that at a certain point a girl was simply too old to be scared by stories of demons and monsters, had stopped telling them to Abigail. Some small part of Abigail always remembered those stories though, and she always kept them in the back of her mind. As she got older, she began to believe that there were monsters watching her and her family from the shadows and from behind the faces of the unfaithful.
When she was finally old enough to leave home her relationship with her parents had turned somewhat tense. She and her father got into frequent arguments over the scripture and his method of preaching. He maintained that universal acceptance was the solution to the world’s problems, while Abigail, growing increasingly fearful, maintained that the unfaithful were to be avoided at all costs. She believed that a lack of faith merely meant a place for evil to be harbored. She thought that he should be advocating harsher methods and that ultimately it would be an “us versus them” scenario.
Tensions might have continued to rise had it not been for the events leading up to her nineteenth birthday, her first year away from home. She had returned to the house she grew up in that night, expecting a warm welcome and a temporary ceasefire in regards to the disagreements she had with her parents, but had walked into a dark house that stank of sulfur and burning flesh. Abigail tore through the house in a panic desperate to find her parents. All of the things she had feared since her childhood ran through her head, all her fears and warnings seemed confirmed in a single instant as stumbled into the basement, finding the bodies of her parents covered in horrific burns, chunks of their flesh torn from their bodies and the festering wounds sizzling and popping as they corroded. Abigail fled the house then, running to the church where she shut herself up in her father’s wardrobe, sobbing into his vestments. She stayed there for days before thirst drove her out.
It would be a year before she found out that it had indeed been a monster that had killed her parents. During that year what had been left of her sanity had slowly begun to slip away, leaving her with nothing to fill her head with but the teachings of her faith. She vowed to hunt down the beasts that had done this, and any others she could find, in the name of the Almighty. She took up residence in the church until she was thrown out and now spends her time hiding out in any church or holy place she can lie or break her way into. She wears her father’s robes and collar, proclaiming herself his rightful heir and passer of judgement on all creatures of evil.