FemaleEstablished member of the colony?:
Mayline is an average 5'5 with a small but toned build.
Prior Occupation: ArtistPersonality:
Easy-going, curious, creative and flighty, Mayline was a jack of all trades, master of none. Constantly on the look for new things to engage her, she had many hobbies. The few things she really, truly got fantastic at were painting and carpentry, as that was directly related to her career path.
Dedicated, loyal, and with a great eye for detail, she's been been very useful to the colony, constantly looking for things to do to keep things running smoothly. However, Mayline has never been one to lead. She's happy to play support to more assertive and ambitious figures she believes in.
Always optimistic and ridiculously hard to upset, she's a favourite of children within the colony. It doesn't hurt that she can draw cute drawings in the dirt for them, or never gets tired of playing with them.
However, behind her sweet smile, she is a chaotic neutral at heart with a no-nonsese policy that only became even more rigid after the zombie outbreak. She is one of those people that can put a bullet between the eyes of an infected, unturned friend without flinching if it meant saving herself. Hobbies/Skills:
Advanced levels in painting, sculpting, carpentry, bashing skulls in, and deceit. Good know-how in baking and pole dancing. Basic knowledge of parkour, electrical work and pottery. She's no thee best runner and the colony, but parkour and pole dancing have kept her in very good, flexible shape.Weaknesses:
Fire arms, and true sacrifice.Fears:
Large blades, anarchy, raiders and outside gangs, and rabid animals.Equipment: Non-Running:
A small hammer collection, a saw, swiss-army knife, assorted kinds of tape (electrical, duct, etc.), assorted sizes and kinds of wood (reserved for splints and other various things), a small reserve of nylon.Running:
Crowbar, binoculars, lighter, hairspray, elbow pads, knee pads, and a backpack.Misc items:
All sorts of scavenged books, pens, and other writing materials, and house keys.History:
Mayline grew up in an upper-middle class family in the Philippines. She had a very happy family consisting of two brothers and great parents. The Philippines was there she grew up, and went to college to get her undergrad.
She came to the states to start on her Masters Degree, but just as she came to the states, the outbreak happened. Not having any friends or much of a life in her temporary home, Mayline barely left her apartment. In fact, she may have been a day or two late at finding out about it if she hadn't looked out the window that day. From her window Mayline saw a neighbour being bitten from five floors up. She switched on the news immediately and saw the reports. Mayline wasted no time fortifying her apartment against future raiders. After she called her family to alert them of the situation.
Mayline listened and was alert. Every time she heard a neighbour pack up and leave she would cautiously leave her sanctuary and take whatever she found useful in their apartment, and there were many of idiots like that for the first few days, who left some food, useful chemicals, thinking they could take shelter at malls or supermarkets somewhere.
Soon, combined with her own fully stocked kitchen, she was set for the next few months at least. To pass the time she would either call her family to check up on them. By then her family was fairly wealthy, with good security and other things. Plus being in another country, they were slightly better off than the states, getting a warning ahead of time. As of yet there was no sign of the infection reaching the Philippines.
Another way she kept busy was by pole dancing and jumprope to keep fit. Every other day she would skulk around her floor, taking down the odd zombie to keep her environment as safe as possible. She followed the news, but online. No loud noises came from her apartment, and at night she kept no lights on.
Mayline camped out in her apartment for less than a week when she had to kill her first raiders. It was a group of three men, looking for resources. Thinking the building was abandoned, they were going through the whole place, looking for food. They tried picked her lock, but the bolds and barricade kept them at bay. Instead of giving up, they tried to break in, which Mayline took as a bad sign.
Armed with her trusty hammer, a can of fixative and a lighter, she quietly took the barricade apart and readied her make-shift flame thrower. As soon as they busted down the door, she took the men down in no time.
Fearing that corpses may attract more zombies she didn't hesitate to toss the carcasses down the elevator shaft.
And that was basically Mayline's life for the next six months. In the middle of that time Mayline had lost all contact with her family, one other event that had hardened her heart.
From her window, Mayline continued to watch the masses of dead grow bigger in the streets below.
After her food started dwindling, Maylene decided it was time to move on. She packed light (rations, her hammer, lighter, a crowbar), and moved from rooftop to rooftop. From her vantage point she immediately saw the start of a colony and wasted no time in heading towards them.
In return for them letting her in she promised her services and everything useful she had left in her apartment and the building (such as a bit of gas from the ovens, all her building materials like nails and wood from her strainers, her roll of canvas for clothes and dressings, and other things). They immediately let her in, and she's been there ever since.