Post by Mary Forest on Oct 20, 2015 17:03:27 GMT
Mary Leia Forest
FACE CLAIM: Skylar Grey
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AGE: Twenty-one
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: bisexual
GROUP: Wanderer
POSITION: NoneLOOK INTO THE MIRROR...
what do you see?
HEIGHT: 6 ft
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Green
MISC: Has scars from her right hip down the side of her leg to the top of her knee. (will explain in history.) has a tattoo on her left shoulder of an oak tree with the words “Hope” under it in silver. Has a gold cross around her neck.
Only owns one set of clothes, her heavy black boots, white t-shirt, beat up dark hoodie, torn jeans and a snake skin belt with her knife attached to her hip.LISTEN TO YOUR VOICE...
what does it say?
PERSONALITY: Mary lives her life by the phrase “No. YOU move!” she's stubborn to the point of letting it cloud her judgement, and boneheaded enough that she'll get herself in over her head and then refuse to back down even in impossible to win situations. Her greatest joy in life is fighting, and is actually quite good at it, however her willingness for violence means she'll often pick it over smarter choices.
However she is not a bad person, or at least she tries her hardest to do the right thing, even if it's not easy for her sometimes, especially when she gets angry and stops thinking straight. More then anything in the world, Mary hates bullies and goes out of her way to try and help those being victimised.
When situations are calm, Mary is polite but rarely starts a conversation. Her sense of humour is very sarcastic which has led to her accidentally offending people when she was just trying to make them laugh. Tact is not her strong point.
SECRET(S): Mary's a sadomasochist, and doesn't like to acknowledge it, trying to keep it under wraps even to herself.WE ALL HAVE A STORY...
what's yours?
WORTHY MENTIONS: Her Grandparents
HISTORY: Mary was born in one of the farms located on the western part of the farmlands. She was the only child of the Forests, who loved her dearly. For a few years. Tragically, before she was even old enough to remember their faces, her Mother contracted the Rot, and attacked her Father who could have shot her down and saved himself, but could not bring himself to kill the woman he loved and let her kill him.
Mary was in her crib in the room, and her story would have ended here if her Grandfather had not happened to enter the room carrying a wood axe. While he had, and always love his daughter with all his heart, he knew if she was in her right mind she would want him to put her out of her misery before she could hurt anymore of her family. So he did, and proceeded to raise Mary as best as he could.
As she was growing up, Mary was always the first of the kids in the area to take the risks, it was her idea to try and build a trap for wild dogs (which thankfully one of the other kids parents put a stop to long before they could do anything stupid.) and she was well known for climbing the side of old buildings during hide and seek.
Part of it was that Mary genuinely enjoyed all of it, and the other was that she felt restless. Even in her early teens she took every chance to do jobs that let her travel, even if they were mostly just riding into town to sell whatever they had recently harvested. Her Grandparents were getting older by this point so most of the physical labour was her job, which she fully enjoyed.
But when she got to 18 she realised she couldn't bring herself to stay her any longer. Her Grandmother demanded that she could not seriously consider just wandering off to see what she could find for herself. Her Grandfather was just as worried, but was aware Mary was going to do it regardless of what they wanted, and so gave her their blessing just so they would remain on good terms.
With the little she had to her name, Mary just sort of picked a direction and went with it, eventually ending up in the mountains. Alone, hungry most days, constantly tired and stressed with the knowledge no one would ever find her if something happened. She loved every second of it.
Naturally she ventured into settlements whenever she could, scraping enough to get by, mostly out of hunting whatever was living around the area and trading meat and pelts for supplies. A year into her travels, she met a small family travelling the opposite direction who warned her that there was a pair of bandits in the pass up ahead who'd taken most of their belongings as a “toll gate”.
Instead of doing what they expected and finding a new way around, Mary convinced them to just set up camp here for the night and headed off in the direction of the bandits.
That night the Father was sitting by the camp when Mary hobbled into the firelight, leading the horse that had used to belong to them, which was weighed down with their belongings as well as everything else the bandits had had on them. But what drew the mans attention was that Mary held a bloody hunting knife in one hand, and was bleeding from her forhead, as well as a deep long cut in her leg. “oh good. There you are.” Mary muttered before falling to the ground and into unconsciousness.
A few days later she woke up to see the family had patched her up enough that she'd live. In thanks for saving her life (and the fact she had no horse so had no way to carry most of it) she gave them the vast majority of the bandit loot, taking for herself enough valuables to keep her fed for a few weeks when she reached someone to sell them to, a fancy belt that came with a sheathe for the knife she'd got, and some heavy black combat boots that she'd fallen in love with as soon as she'd seen them.
They parted on pretty good terms seeing as she had happily handed over what was a fortune to people that travelled all the time. Mary was just happy she'd gotten the best fight of her life.
In the year since that day, Mary has pulled the same kind of stunt, nothing major or significant but she has three Furrina members to her name as well as the two bandits. And she's been having the time of her life along the way.[/BEHIND THE MASK...
who are you really?
SAMPLE:(from my other rp site. this is a different character, I just like the name Mary.)
Nissa had been teasing when she'd said it, but May knew it had carried enough truth, she really didn't visit her sister enough and it wasn't fair of Nis' to be the one making the journey every time they spent time together. Workload was an excuse. It wasn't like she was working 24/7 or any such thing.
so she'd set out early in the morning, planning to just have an easy walk down to the farm and surprise Nissa. she had no idea what Nissa's work schedule was but Mary would be happy to help her get things done if it turned out she was in the middle of something that couldn't be put aside for a while. The journey too and from the farm was long enough to be tiring, especially when walking instead of taking Nissa's horse, but seeing as she in no rush Mary didn't push herself beyond a leisurely stroll. As a result it took her a great deal longer then usual but she felt completely fine when she arrived.
The morning had been a lot colder then recently, and as a result Mary was wearing her winter coat that was warm, but old and somewhat lumpy in places with the hood pulled up as high as it would go to keep the wind off her neck. Not that it really made any difference what it looked like, Mary wasn't exactly the type to care about her looks beyond 'presentable' and especially when she was only visiting her sister.
Speaking of her sister, the last thing she wanted to put up with was the nagging over Mary's bad habit so when she arrived at the farm, Mary didn't go straight to finding Nissa, and instead sat on the front steps of the farmhouse. Her left hand pulled a smoke from the box in her coat pocket on automatic, the years having made it something she could do without having to think about it. her right hand likewise moved to where she usually kept her lighter and her brain had a strange hiccup when it wasn't there.
her eye's widened in horror as she desperately patted down every pocket before turning them inside out. that lighter had been their dad's and was the only part of home she had left. if she'd dropped it on the walk she'd probably loose her mind.
taking a deep breath Mary retraced her steps of getting ready this morning, and managed to be reasonably certain that she had simply left it on the bedside table next to her alarm clock. probably. 75% sure. Mary sighed and rubbed her nose with her thumb. "so that's the kind of day today is huh?" she grumbled. Oh yay not being able to smoke until she got home. Especially as Nissa would never let her near matches out of some stupid sense of the things being bad for her. this was a good idea. she was glad she'd come out here.
USERNAME: BladeOfKenpachi (shorten it however you want XD )
AGE GROUP: 21
EXPERIENCE: since I was..... 14 or 15 I don't quite recall.
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