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[u]Name:[/u] Marilyn “Merry” Evans
[u]Gender:[/u] Female
[u]Age:[/u] Seventeen
[u]Appearance:[/u] [img]http://41.media.tumblr.com/e84d3a58d10302e547791465375e922e/tumblr_mo1eelf49e1qf4l9ao1_500.jpg[/img]

[u]Rank:[/u] Private
[u]Class:[/u] Engineer.

[u]Weapons and Equipment:[/u] A basic Gallian-2 Rifle, a standard weapon for any Engineer, and a Viper-E-1 Pistol. Merry does not carry grenades or any form of explosive on her, as explosions scare her. For equipment she carries engineer tools and ragnaid canisters for healing allies. 

[u]Personality:[/u] Merry is one of those people with a complete "can do" attitude. She tries her hardest in everything she does, and tries her hardest to keep her teammates positive too. This positivity can come off as clingy annoyance to people who don't like constant interaction. She can also come off as childish or innocent, but she is far from this. Merry has a rather complex past, one she doesn't often share with others, that shapes her into a rather complex person. 

Merry has a very youthful personality and an optimistic outlook to life and adventure. She can be quite reckless in a sort of 'charge ahead first, think later' sort of way. Despite this she loves being given orders as it takes the pressure off her her needing to make a plan. Merry will sometimes get stir crazy when being forced to sit still for long periods of time but normally she'll go about everything with a cool approach. She sometimes struggles to be affectionate and outwardly emotional however she manages to controls fear/sadness/clinging emotions. Under stress Merry will either, yell and angry get though it or lock up and be unable to continue. Despite this Merry is an extremely hard worker and loves her work. So much so that she would rather sleep in her mechanic garage then her room. She often has trouble sleeping if she is not surrounded by her work, and no one likes a sleep deprived mechanic on her third cup of coffee.

[u]Bio:[/u] Merry grew up in the cold, and often unforgivable, Diebal Mountains. She lived in a small village of Wooly Goat herders, mostly made up of family members and a few stray Darcsen who wanted to get away from the mining. Merry grew up surrounded by people who cared greatly for her, as children often died early in their lives due to the cold, and thus is greatly comforted by being around people. There was no official school system up in the mountains, so Merry got all of her necessary schooling from an elderly Darcsen. She was taught how to hunt and shoot by her mother and aunt, a custom in the mountains, and gained her love for tinkering with machines at a young age from her father and older brother. Ever since she was young Merry was always itching to take stuff apart and put it back together, which often lead to a lot of broken machines when she was still learning. 

Life in the Diebal mountains were often harsh, since there is snow on the ground all year. This has lead to Merry becoming very hardy. She doesn't seem at all phased by the cold and years with little food due to famine adapted Merry into rarely needing big meals. But when she is offered an abundance of food she can't help but want to eat all of it, as if not knowing when her next meal will be. This also means that extremely hot temperatures makes her uncomfortable and she is often found complaining if it is even considered slightly warm. 

Regardless of the cold, life in the cold mountains was peaceful. The small villages rarely had any visitors, except for the rare trader, and the only dangers seemed to come from wild animals and the possibility of supply shortages. The populations of the villagers were also rather small, meaning everyone knew everyone. There was no time to dislike each other, as everyone needed to work together to survive. Merry, because of her young and quick body, worked as a mail deliverer between each of the small villagers. Once, while delivering a stock of rations to a group of Darcsens, an explosion went off in a nearby mine. Merry was easily overpowered by the falling snow, but was rescued by the group of Darcsen she was delivering to. And although no one was killed by the blast Merry remains jumpy around explosives. 

[u]RP Sample:[/u] Just a paragraph or two about a day in the normal pre-war life of your character, nothing fancy.

[u]Other:[/u] Montley Leonard is my all time favorite. [/hider]