Post by Rott on Dec 8, 2014 20:07:29 GMT -5
MCADE, MARIAN GRACE
I'M WAKING UP TO ASH AND DUST
I'M WAKING UP TO ASH AND DUST
I Wipe My Brow And I Sweat My Rust
Full Name: Marian Grace McCade
Alias: Mary
Age: 29
Occupation Before the Apocalypse: Vetrinarian
Hometown: Maybank, Texas
Weapon of Choice: Any type of blunt object.
I'M BREAKING IN, SHAPING UP
This is it, the apocalypse
Hair Color Style and Length: Medium in length, and auburn colored. It's naturally wavy, and she keeps it either tied up in a ponytail or in a bun.
Eye Color: Hazel. Depending on what she wears, they can be brown, grey, green,mor anything in between.
Body Type and Height: She is rather average in hieght, reaching up to 5'7". She has the typical body for a young woman, and thanks to her fast metobolism she can eat her her fill of junk food without gaining weight.
Clothing Type: Tank tops, shorts and jeans, and a good pair of sneakers. When outside in the sun, she wears a baseball cap.
Marks and Scars: She has a scar on her upper leg from a dog attack when she was younger.
Faceclaim: Gemma Aerterton.
I'M WAKING UP
I Feel It in My Bones, Enough To Make My Systems Blow
Likes: All types of animals, the countryside, she feels more comfortable in a group, likes vegetables more than meat, likes outdoors and open spaces.
Dislikes: Hates being trapped, hates rule-breakers, alcahol or any other effective substance, and doesn't take kindly to hypocrites.
Strenths: Growing up on a farm, she knows how to grow her own vegatables and fruits., and knows many natural healing remedies. Also being a vetrinarian, she knows everything needed to know on how to care animals of all sorts.
Fears: She's very claustraphobic, therefor despises closed in areas and the dark. She's also a vegatarian and the thought of meat appals her, but she's not foolish. She'll eat it if she has to.
Goals: Even after knowledge of the apaocolypse; she wants to carry on her simple, oblivious life on the farm.
I RAISE MY FLAG, DON MY CLOTHES
It's a Revolution I Suppose
Family: Presley Grace Mcade; mother, living, 66. She suffered severe brain trauma two years before the apocolypse and cannot properly function.
Richard Blake Mcade; father, deceased, 65. Her father died in the same accident that impaired her mother.
How Many Walkers Have They Killed?: More than a handful; mostly her neighbors.
How Many People Have They Killed?: None. There weren't that many people around to begin with, but her neighbors and friends have all turned.
Why?: She doesn't particularly enjoy killing them, in fact she takes every other alternative. But still, she rather not have any too close to her small little farm. She killed the surrounding neighbors and any others that were around.
History: Marian was an only child. Her parents, godly, good-bearing country folk never needed to have another. She was there little angel, and she enjoyed making them proud. The three lived on her Fathers family's farm; were Marian was taught that nothing was earned without hard work. From an early age she learned to raise livestock and to grow her own food.
Marian went to Maybank county school, from preschool to senior year, and went on to college to get her Veterinary Technician degree. She lived with her cousin in an apartment while attending college, and the apartment was in the heart of the small city. Marian's cousin urged her to go out and have some fun, rather than have her nose stuck in her books all the time. Marian eventually agreed, and they went and partied themselves out.Marian quite enjoyed her new-found wild side, and was even a little reluctant about going back to study. Of course, that all changed when she dropped down to a B in one of her classes. And that was the end of the partying for her.
She eventually finished school strong, and moved back to Maybank. She hooked up with a childhood sweetheart, got a job at the Maybank Local Vet Clinic and lived strong for four solid years. Just when her parents thought she would settle down with her boyfriend, she said she wanted to go back to school and get her actual Veterinarian degree. This of course, didn't set well with her boyfriend. They broke up, setting aside their previous plans of engagement. She did two more years of College, working, and visiting her parents often. She finally finished school, at the age of 28, and bought herself a little cottage home in the country. It was a little farther from her parents, being on the southern outskirts of Maybank, but it wasn't that bad. She started looking to find a husband and create a family of her own, but a year later she heard news of her parents accident.
At the age of 29, her father had died in a car accident. Her mother barely survived, with serious mental injuries. Her mother wasn't suited to live alone, thus forcing Marian to sell her small cottage and move back into her old home. Marian tried to stay positive, even though the death of her dad did quite the number on her heart. She had to take her mother to therapy every week while working a small farm, and her job. Eventually, Marian hired a stay at home helper for her mother after a scary fall while Marian was out working with the cattle.
Two years later, while she was in the kitchen washing her hands, she heard a peculiar moaning sound. When she looked, she saw Gea (her mothers aid) greeting Mr. Garrison, their neighbor. But this greeting was far from normal, for as soon as Mr. Garrison was close enough he sunk his teeth into Gea's jugular. The middle aged woman cried out, and Marian ran outside to separate the two. She grabbed her gardening shovel on the way, hitting Garrison upside the head with it. His head, soft then since his death, had caved in easily and spilled his brains as he fell to the floor. Marian was beyond freaked out, and held a dying Gea in her arms as she died. What Marian wasn't expecting was for Gea to rise again. Gea grappled at Marian's ankles, causing her to scream. She grabbed the shovel and again hit Gea until the ground was wet with blood.
Marian, shaky and traumatized, got in her car and drove to the Garrisons house. Had she murdered two people? Garrison had a wife and a small child, did they know he had been acting crazy? As she pulled into their drive, she saw the bloodstained porch and the mangled corpse of the family dog. She blanched. She carefully walked inside, and upon investigating found an empty..bloodied crib. In tears, she walked to the back porch and saw Mrs. Garrison wandering aimlessly. She called out, inching forward. When the walker spotted her, she lumbered forward. Half of her face was gone, as well as her throat savagely ripped. Her skin was blue and purple, lifeless skin with no flowing blood. Marian ran inside and shut the door, crying as the walker banged viciously against the door. She grabbed a kitchen knife, and opened the door to stab Mrs. Garrison in the head. Again, the knife slid in easily. Sobbing, she searched the house for their baby, and eventually found what was left of him outside again.
Returning home, she checked on her mother and dried her tears. She would never let her mother know about this. That day, she called the police only to receive no answer. 911, she received the same service. She visited the rest of her neighbors, but all were in the same state. The next morning she made sure her mom was asleep, and locked up tight, when she traveled to town. Her adventure didn't last long. Almost instantly she was swarmed by the people of Maybank. She raced back home, and decided she would do the only thing she knew how to do. Live peacefully. Over the course of six months she reinforced their property. The 90 mile radius that was there homestead, had an extra fencing of bob wire and the front end was stabilized with wood and tin. The horses and cattle were nearly hidden, only let out to graze under the cover of night. And Presley was kept inside, until Marian was certain all their neighbors had been taken care of.
Marian is no longer the sweet, fun loving country girl she used to be. It's about survival now, and she'll do anything, and kill anything that gets in her way.
ALL SYSTEMS GO, THE SUN HASN'T DIED
Deep in My Bones, Straight From Inside
Your Alias/Nickname: Rott
RP Experience: 6 Years c:
RP Sample: Marian sat in the doorway of the screened in porch. Her head in her hands, she wept. Hot tears traveled the valley of her face, until she looked up, sobbing quietly so that her mother didn't hear her. She had killed them, her neighbors. Her friends. Kevin had been like an uncle to her, him and her father had been friends. And when her father lay dying in the hospital bed, Kevin sat and held her hand when no one else could. She had killed him, stabbing a knife right into his forehead. To her, it felt like cold-blooded murder. Yet, deep down, she knew that it was something she had to do. Instinct had never led her a stray.
The whole apocalypse scenario seemed impossible to her, but why hadn't the police answered their phone? Why had no one even picked up when she called 911? She bit her lips, hiccups bubbling up from her throat. She shakily stood up, bloody knife in hand, and went to wash it off in the sink. God bless her father, and living on a nearly self sustaining farm. They had their own well, their own food, and their own resources. At times, it seemed that keeping herself and her ailing mother safe was too much of a burden. Yet, as soon as she would begin to think that way, she shook her head. She had done it before, granted with the help of Gea, but she had done it. She would continue to take care of the animals, continue to tend to the garden, even if it broke her back. What she would do with Presley..well, she had yet to figure that out. She laid the knife on the counter, entering her mothers room. "Presley?"
"What? What is it that you want? I told you I already paid the bills." Presley said, paranoid. Marian sat down, holding her hands.
"No, Presley, I'm not here for bills. I just wanted to see how your day went."
"Oh! Oh its you-you..Marian." She seemed to relax a bit, settling in and rambling nonsense. Presley often got the past and the present mixed up, speaking of an event that happened when Mary was a child. She didn't see the point in correcting her anymore. While Presley had been chattering, she had eventually drifted off to sleep. Marian situated her, before going out to weed and water the garden. As the sun set, she opened the barn and shooed the cattle out and into the open air. The swine called for her to bring the spoiled foods, and she did. Pouring the slops into their troughs, she left and checked on the chickens. The three aviary's were roosting peacefully. She went back inside, going inside her mothers room and locking the door. She slept on a cot she had moved into her room. Staring at the ceiling, she wept more. Her life, the life she so treasured, was gone as she knew it. And there was nothing she could do but fight on.
