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[b]Name[/b]: Mary-Jo Bobby Haggerty
[b]Age[/b]: 29
[b]Skill[/b]: 
I'm good at a few things, y'hear! Things like whackin' Zombies with a bat, scavengin' for food n' such. The bolt cutters help tons wit' that. That and I love mah' Banjo. Great fer music, playin' a tune or two, and lurin' those peckerhead brain eaters outta' hidin'. 

[b]Preferred Weapons[/b]:
[i]Banjo[/i] - For music, morale, and attracting zombies out of hiding.
[i]Bolt Cutters[/i] - For cuttin' locks and cuttin' spines.
[i]Metal Louisville Baseball Bat[/i] - For bashin' skulls an' stress relief.

[b]Personality[/b]: Mary-Jo isn't what one would immediately label as an intellectual, though she might be a bit on the street-smart side o' things. Quick and decisive are her actions usually, but they're often not that well planned out. Strong of will though, one can certainly bet on that. A good God-fearin' woman, I'll tell you what.

[b]Brief Bio[/b]: Now I know to y'all I don't look like much. Before the rapture happened and everyone got possess'd by the devil I was just a normal ev'ry day Wal-Mart Cashier. Not some silly namby pamby docta' or some so-called "brilliant" scientist who don't identify with what the Lord has provided us. 

[i]Blessed be [b]His[/b] name, please grant me salvation from these here sinners[/i].

I was a cashier at Wal-Mart when everythin' went mad. Zombies or whatever y'call em', brain-eaters, walkers, Banjo-Bait is what I call em'. Well, I tell ya that they broke into mah' store after we clos'd up fer' the evenin'. So I ran back t' the Sports Section and grabbed me a baseball bat and bashed their heads in after they took a few bits outta mah' coworkers. 

That's alrigh' though, they were all liberals anywho. Bunch o' bleedin' hearts all of em'. Well, it got tricky because they all died too. And then they stood back up and started actin' all wonky. So I bashed their heads in too. Ever since, I've been wanderin' round' the county and hiding a bit. Scavenging from small stores and the like since all the Banjo-Bait tend to flock around bigger buildins'. 

I always told em' that mom n' pop joints are the best places to go. But noooo, never believe the goddamn redneck. Idiots.

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