Done! Or just about such. Might add to her history.Player Name:
Maria Annalise FischerAlias (if any):
Chemist, was transitioning into military at the start of the apocalypseSurvivalist or Rescuee:
150 lb = 67.5 kgHair colour:
See pictureEye colour:
pale blue(I put this because the picture doesn't seem totally clear to me at least--could be either blue or a light green from my eyesight.)Special skills:
She has an adept understanding of chemistry--invariably this means she can create certain valuable items, provided she has the resources/time/experience/tools to do so, which could include explosives, acids, special gases/liquids, and if she were so inclined, drugs--who knows how many people still cling to their addictions nowadays? During the apocalypse she's picked up a little experience with electrical components and some basic knowledge about edible/usable plants(read from a book)Weapons:
S&W Model 36 revolver, chambered for .38; AKM assault rifle, with 30-round box magazines as well as one 100-round drum magazine(which typically sees use when she's in neck-deep shit--likely a situation where 100 bullets do not stand a great chance of solving the problem anyway); a 7-inch survival knife; she also has a 10/22 and plenty of ammo for it, but lately it hasn't seen much use.Other equipment:
Basic ballistic vest, Army-made; A large assault pack for carrying miscellaneous goods/equipment as well as ammunition: a box of matches and a zippo lighter for a backup that she rarely uses; Pliers, tweezers, a small basic medkit; Canned food, canteen; Two packets of thermite; a handful of magnesium ribbons; two crudely made pipe bombs; PH test strips; bagged bottle of chloroform; a varied assortment of other essentials and toiletries.Likes:
Chocolate(Will take it--NOT steal, though--when found and hoard it), doodling(before the apocalypse--now there is no time for it), dice(she keeps one in a pocket and has a habit of rolling it when idle), sailboats(she wanted to do it one day, but now it seems distant), cooking(she thinks it has a relationship with chemistry)Dislikes:
Children(she resents having to see them grow up with a twisted sense of right and wrong in a world like this.), thieves(only slightly because she's guilty of it herself sometimes), traitors, loud disruptions, ignorant or arrogant people(this crosses over with likes since she can use it as an exploit.)Personality:
Behind the brooding, irritation and mistrust lies a remarkably resourceful young woman, and whether she likes it or not, her type is actually a good fit for this rapidly-shifting world, where not only strength, speed and cunning are in high demand, but adaptability as well. Lacking in one area, she figures, is the quickest and easiest way to die out here. Well, that and not being appropriately armed for the occasion. These combined traits are what's kept her alive so far.
Beyond that, Maria has been tried and tested these past handful of weeks into this nightmare; every day in this struggle to survive, every zombie she's killed, every bullet that sails whistling over her head, every night spent in constant shuddering fear, and every moment that's unkindly demanded savagery from her: all of it has hammered her mind into shape as a hard, cold steel that's as sharp as a blade. When the situation requires, she proves to be careful and analytical. Friends are few and far between, but those that become such are often trusted...to a point.History:
Born and raised in a family of five, Maria and one sister outnumbered their lone brother; as one might expect, the childish bickering between them was commonplace. Still, very few things out there could damage or sever this bond.
Maria's life proceeded normally, up to her choice in profession: having developed an affinity and interest in chemistry. It's unclear where that spark started, but when she acted upon it--chose it as her career goal--she stuck with it. Rather than let the trail end there, she made a tough decision to enter the army. Here was the real deal, where she'd be able to make a difference, put her skills to good use and afterwards build upon them. She was literally days away from completing Basic training at a boot camp when the virus struck. One way to get some experience, she'd note sourly later. Her day had begun, from the moment she woke, with screams, guttural growls and gunshots. The campgrounds painted a bloody portrait of what was to come soon, on a far greater scale. Maria snatched up whatever she could find in a rush, did not stop to help a single soul(a choice she still thinks about every day), and fled.
Within a few days, she returned to her hometown to find more of the same, women running or dead in the streets, though now the numbers were more sparse. She had a feeling she knew what happened at her parents' home, but still desperate and foolishly hopeful, she tried for it. Found her brother and father had gone mad with the virus, and one mangled, chewed-away corpse. This was the day of her life that shattered all her hopes that things might get better, and the rest of her broke down just as quickly. It took the better part of two days before she gathered the will step out of that house, glue herself back together, and trudge onward.