"I know it's dark out, but you can't sleep all day."
Mia reached over and placed her hand on Gideon's broad shoulder. He was a large man and required a lot of rest after a long day's worth of hard work. Mia wouldn't admit to giving the man a bit more chores than the average person, but she had been on her own for so long that another person in the house was a blessing in disguise. Mia smiled at her resting companion. She would let him rest a few more minutes before trying again.
A dark strand of her hair fell as she pushed it back behind her ear, a pout forming on her lips as she peered out the window. The sun could be seen through small openings but not by much. This type of weather was fitting for the current events of the last few days. They were meant to meet in the town for a gathering of some sorts. Most of those were saved for festivals of a great harvest or for some good news, but this was different. Mia cleaned up a bit around her small home to keep her mind occupied as the breathing of Gideon shifted to and from while he moved. If it had been any other day she may have crawled into bed herself and fell asleep next to him, but she yearned to find out what the news was, and she'd be damned if she was the only misinformed in town because of lazy bones.
"Gideon." she said in a more stern tone.
He did not awaken.
Rolling her eyes, she decided she would not baby the man any more. He would have to wake up on his own time and if he did not meet her in the town in time for the announcement it would be his own fault. A small smirk formed across her lips. She couldn't wait to know what had happened and to tease him about it. He would beg and beg for answers and she would just shrug and smile, letting him suffer a bit until further notice. Ah, what a good time to be alive.
Grabbing a cloak from her wares, Mia covered her head and walked out of her home towards the large gathered crowd. The chatter was intensive, but Mia tried to focus on the people surrounding her as well as what was around them. She couldn't help but be very aware of her surroundings. To the right of her, a woman seemed panicked with what Mia would assume a problem with crowds. "Poor woman, she should not have came if crowds bothered her so." Mia assumed, noticing a man come to her aid. Nodding to herself, she kept a steady eye on the woman in case she needed help but continued to observe her surroundings until they were to speak of why the meeting was to happen.
Louise is of French and Irish descent, giving her a pale complexion all year round. She was born with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair, but prefers to dye her hair various shades of blonde. She is around 5ft 9 tall, making her a bit above average for height for a female. She weighs around 130 lbs, keeping relatively slim and lacking in curves. She doesn't have any tattoos or piercings, and isn't very interested in either.
- Has a yellow backpack on her back with a koala bear patch. Contains: a couple pairs of clothes, a water bottle and a pocket knife. No money.
▪ Skills ▪
Powerful. Inflexible. Team Player. Endurance. Slow.
Like a modern day valkyrie, Louise stands as a tall and powerful woman warrior. What she lacks in speed and flexibility she makes up for in giving and taking hard hits. She can be a dirty trickster using her wits and charm to outsmart her foes. Louise can do great on her own but works even better when she has a trusted partner or an unified team on her side.
▪ Fears ▪
Drowning. Louise can NOT swim.
▪ Background ▪
Before the huge outbreak Louise had basic dreams of going to college to become a dental hygienist. It wasn't her dream job, but it seemed like a reasonable thing to do. She lived with her father and mother in a small two bedroom apartment in New York. They never had too many troubles or worries. Lou's parents were at work when the infection really had it's biggest blow that took over most of the population. She hasn't found her parents, but has very high hopes to find them. As of right now, she is just trying to survive every day and hopes to find that there are others like her. Just wanting to survive.
Louise is of French and Irish descent, giving her a pale complexion all year round. She was born with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair, but prefers to dye her hair various shades of blonde. She is around 5ft 9 tall, making her a bit above average for height for a female. She weighs around 130 lbs, keeping relatively slim and lacking in curves. She doesn't have any tattoos or piercings, and isn't very interested in either.
- Has a yellow backpack on her back with a koala bear patch. Contains: a couple pairs of clothes, a water bottle and a pocket knife. No money.
▪ Skills ▪
Powerful. Inflexible. Team Player. Endurance. Slow.
Like a modern day valkyrie, Louise stands as a tall and powerful woman warrior. What she lacks in speed and flexibility she makes up for in giving and taking hard hits. She can be a dirty trickster using her wits and charm to outsmart her foes. Louise can do great on her own but works even better when she has a trusted partner or an unified team on her side.
▪ Fears ▪
Drowning. Louise can NOT swim.
▪ Background ▪
Before the huge outbreak Louise had basic dreams of going to college to become a dental hygienist. It wasn't her dream job, but it seemed like a reasonable thing to do. She lived with her father and mother in a small two bedroom apartment in New York. They never had too many troubles or worries. Lou's parents were at work when the infection really had it's biggest blow that took over most of the population. She hasn't found her parents, but has very high hopes to find them. As of right now, she is just trying to survive every day and hopes to find that there are others like her. Just wanting to survive.
Considerate. Free Spirit. Stubborn. Family Oriented. Night Owl. Creative. Trust Issues.
Though Mia has had her share of trials and tribulations, she remains a fairly friendly and considerate person to everyone she meets. She considers her friends her family, and her family her life. She wants to have a big family one day, and thinks about it often. Sometimes a little too often. Yikes. Mia always sticks with what she believes in no matter what anyone has to say about it. She fights for what she wants, despite being wrong most of the time. She spends all of her nights working or doing something creative, whether it doing traditional arts or researching new type of arrow heads.
B A C K G R O U N D
Mia was your typical girl next door. The Lhivorian sweetheart growing up. The girl you wanted to and definitely could take home to your momma by the third date. She lived in a relatively small town where everyone knew everyone and gossip was the only thing that was worth talking about. When she wasn't doing household chores, she was outside with her dark hair flying in the wind, her smile lines deeply carved into her sun kissed skin.
One day while painting on a tapestry outside, the storm clouds moved in quicker than usual over Lhivoria. "Damn it." Mia growled, trying to grab her supplies without ruining her work. The sky rumbled with thunder, a huge lightening strike lit up the sky and the heavy rain started to pour. Mia looked up, and let out a huge laugh. This was life, and no matter how bad it got, she found happiness. Her teeth chattered as she quickly began walking back to the house her parents had raised her in, and she now owned.
Months passed since that incident in the rain and Mia began to see those rainy days as pests and not so much as a little source of happiness. Times became a little bit more difficult without her parents guidance or the guidance of any family members that remained. Mia was a strong, level headed woman but even the strongest women need a companion in the land of Lhivoria.
This is where Gideon comes into the story. While collecting some materials for her latest project for a client a scuffle was occurring in the valley below her. Dropping to the ground she watched the fight take place against a large man and several beasts. He would be killed if she didn't act now, and fast. Pulling out an arrow she had crafted that had an explosive tip that would put the smaller beasts to sleep around him, she aimed up her shot and made a direct hit against the ground by the large man letting the arrow explode and put the small beasts into a slumber.
Placing a part of her scarf over her nose and mouth, knowing that because of her size she could be put to sleep if taking large inhale, she wanted to be careful. The large man was hurt, but awake. Making her way to him she spoke loudly in case he was dazed. "I'm Mia! You're hurt. Come with me!" she could not possibly carry this behemoth but she supported him as much as she could as they made they way back to her home. She slept on the floor next to him, while he rest on her bed and recovered for a few weeks. She made sure he was fed, cleaned, and his wounds were treated daily.
Gideon regained his strength as the two began to form a bond. Ever since then the two have been together surviving the harsh lands and creating a bond that Mia had been missing for quite a long time. United they felt like they could defeat any evil that came their way.
A T T R I B U T E S
R O L E
Ranger.
P R O F E S S I O N
Fletcher.
W E A P O N O F C H O I C E
Bow and Arrow.
Mia's Bow came about during her own material gathering, trading, and crafting. It is a brown and grey bow with two very sharp points along the body in case of an unexpected melee attack. Pride in the details can be shown in the work of the bow, but it will be made clear that Mia is wanting to upgrade to something better soon. She has been looking for materials as of lately, and doing odd favors for them.
S K I L L S
1. Precise Aim Mia's aim is meant to be precise and true. She would rather do a few critical shots rather than a jumble mess of several shots from her bow. She knows that these shots always take longer to do, and take time and care to complete, but she feels it is cleaner way to go about it.
2. Swift Movements Able to quickly dodge, duck, roll, or run out of an enemies attack, Mia is able to use her movements to her advantage when she is in combat. She prefers to be out in the sidelines dropping shots, but she knows during certain situations, she has to move around until she can find proper location.
3. Trap Master When given enough time, Mia is able to place traps for enemies. They are basic stunning traps leaving the enemy caught in a snare for only a few moments. Sometimes these moments are dire when it comes to a battle. This trait is useless in the heat of battle, and is much better for pre-planned attacks.
4. Craftswoman Given a keen eye to detail, and professionalism is wood working Mirage is able to not only appreciate her craft but understand exactly how it works. She has crafted her current bow to satisfy her own needs but is always looking for something a bit better.
1. Complete Focus Able to become quite silent and block out factors going on around her, Mirage is able to completely set focus on her target until a next target has been chosen. This can cause stress for a party as often Mirage becomes too wrapped up in one target instead of the larger battle.
2. Sensitive Hearing Trained in the idea of the hunter, Mia can focus in on small sounds around her. This is important for when she has an enemy sneaking up from behind and she needs to get out of harm's way in a hurry.
3. Camouflage Continuing on from the last benchmark, because of her training when she is very quiet and within a stealth mode, she can blend into the world as if she doesn't exist. This can be a helpful strategy when a planned attack is being formed and Mirage has to set up a shot without being seen.
4. Arrow Making The ability to know what items in the world go together to make specialty arrows.
5. Quick Thinking Not only quick on her feet, but quick in her thoughts. Mia is able to think a few steps in front of herself when it comes to attack formations and plans. She knows to move forward or when she needs to fall back.
A yawn escaped the young girl's mouth as Scotty Materson asked the group whether or not the younger kids would show up. "They always show up." Molly said dryly. She lit a cigarette and placed it in the corner of her mouth as she placed the lighter into the back pocket of her jeans. "Hey, that's mine!" one of the other girls standing there exclaimed, as Molly rolled her eyes. "It's mine now spazz, or do you want to fight for it?" the girl shook her head. She knew Molly fought dirty both physically and mentally. "Exactly." Molly added just so the girl knew her place in the circle.
Watching Scotty douse himself in cheap beer and even cheaper weed, Molly couldn't help but smirk. He was an attractive man, but man was he an idiot. As he gave the commands once more, Molly nodded. She was in charge of getting the kids in the house whether it be by persuasion or by force. She hoped it was the first one, even though she had a harder exterior she wasn't for hurting kids. They didn't know any better after all. She often wish she had a younger sibling herself, someone to look after and show the way on how to be cool and shit.
Molly took a drag of her cigarette as two young boys approached. "You boys ready for tonight?" Molly said, approaching. She very quickly noticed the boy's inhaler, she raised her eyebrows and took one more puff before tossing the lit stick into the street. "My bad. I don't want you to die BEFORE you get into the house little dude." she gave a suggestive smile before laughing loudly. She was a bitch, but it was mostly for show. She leaned in to the two and spoke quietly for no one else to be able to hear, "It's not as bad as it seems. I did it when I was your age and here I am. It's all magic tricks and games. You nerds like that stuff don't you? Imagine it as a real life creepy Super Mario Bros or something. Watch the door after you, it's going to slam." She smiled before turning her tone into something more loud so her peers wouldn't think she was helping out the kids.
"No I'm not going to go with you! Don't be babies!" she exclaimed giving the boys a wink as she led them to the front porch.
Yes I am more than happy for them to be a "posse" of sorts!!
Molly's mom is a hardworker, she is kind of a broken women since her husband left her and she had to move in back with her mother- she works at the drunken skunk as some live entertainment during the night. She has a pleasant enough voice, nothing ground shaking. During the day she works as a janitor at the high school. This topic is a sore spot for Molly and she tries to avoid her mother as much as possible because its "embarrassing". She's a good mom, hard worker, just a little frazzled, especially because her daughter is kind of a mess.
Grandma is very much a sit infront of the tv and watch game shows and soaps- then bake cookies and yell at kids in her perfectly manicured lawn type woman. Shes going to be overbearing and going to tell your character you probably should not be hanging out with Molly because she's a "bad egg" but when Molly is doing well, "That's her baby!" type of person.
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