Name: Maribeth Kane
Sex: Female
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Build: Strong build, not as much athletic as fit. She is slightly curvy but not to a model standpoint.
Appearance:
Family:
Mother: Lawrence Kane Status: Unknown
Father: Andrew Kane Status: Zombified
Sister: Zabrina Kane Status: Dead
Personality: Smart, she has a strong will and a slightly cold heart. She can be nice at times though and even kind of sweet, in the way of comfort. Other then that she is a normal girl with a normal attitude, maybe a highly dangerous attitude.
Occupation Before: A well trained lawyer, she had never been one for the rough life but her father had gotten her into nature and archery.
Notable skills:
This is it.:
~She has committed eight years to archery and has a knowledge of most types.
~She can adjust, go between compound, hand made, and or longbows.
~She can name political factions and business in a second.
~She has a good sense of direction, and can name forest plants and animals.
~She knows how to skin and cook animals.
Bio:
Maribeth was the firstborn of her wonderful parents, her mother had been a mourning widow and her father the comforting best friend. It was a strange story they are all ashamed to tell.
After all of that crazy stuff she was born and raised in the apartment over a small shop their family owned. It was of course a hunting store that specialized in bows. Her dad was fixated with them and as soon as she could pull back the string she was taught how to shoot for show, hunting, and even a crash course in stealth with a bow when killing. Yes, her dad was very...protective.
That is the short story of her childhood, now onto the adult years. In he first year after college she had managed to snag a job as a lawyer with the help of some connections and friends. It was a rich and harsh life for her. Finally, a couple of years later, on her twenty-seventh birthday she had to get away from it all.
This had made her plan a small camping trip with her family, her mother wasn't able to go for some reason she forced herself to forget. On this camping trip, before they even got to their damned destination their camper broke down. While her dad and sister were fixing everything, she was calling a cab and a tow truck for them. Maybe if she hadn't needed her shot of insulin at the time she could've saved them? Maybe she still would've been too late?
All she knows it that she could have simply ended it there. Well, life always throws sticky situations. She had just done what she needed to do..right? She doesn't know herself...
Disability/Fear:
She has a slight problem with small places. She is addicted to nicotine and has panic attacks if she goes without for a day. She is also diabetic.
Weapon of Choice: Maribeth is all about silence, her weapons will match that part of her.
~A Compound bow
~Fifty serrated arrows. The arrows are for hunting, they will dig in to prey and rip through vitals while being easy to pull out.
~a quiver slung around her back. The strap is made of the same leather though it is a tad bit softer.
~A Hunting Knife in a leather holster around her hip.
Equipment:
Food Supplies:
~Ten MREs
~Three bags of dehydrated fruit, apples, bananas, and strawberries. (These are all about seventy chips a piece. Usually, as always it is probably different.)
~Half a pound of white rice.
~Ten bottles of water at all times..if she can get it. (24 ounces)
Stuff she needs
~Chap-stick
~A carton of cigarets
~Two lighters
~Toiletries(Deodorant, baby wipes, a roll of toilet paper cut in half)
~A year long supply of insulin that she has from ransacked hospitals.
Clothes:
~Three pairs of jeans(She is wearing one)
~A pair of sweatpants
~Three t-shirts(Wearing one)
~A headband(Wears it)
~Combat boots(Wearing them)
~Three pairs of socks(Wearing one)