𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 {Individual Rp Book}

~Survivor~

*set in the Walking Dead universe bc everyone knows it*

{name}
Marceline Sanchez

{nickname}
Marci, elli (only those close to her know this)

{age}
23

{gender}
Female

{sexuality}
Bisexual

{previous occupation}
Aspiring environmentalists

{appearance}

(Without the arm tattoo but with the chest one)

{personality}
Marci was once a loving and carefree girl, that was until shit hit the fan. Now what fuels her is survival and the survival of others. She didn't completely lose the carefree attitude but it is a little subdued now. She enjoys the little things and try's to make light of any situation they get put in. That goes without saying, she'd help any person in need without thinking. It's in her nature to save, whether it be people or animals.

She can be mighty fierce sometimes however, if you happen to get on her bad side you'll definitely know. She doesn't take crap from anybody and least of all foolhardy men who think they rule the world. She doesn't get aggressive with the living but if push comes to shove, she will toss your ass.

{hobbies}
Swimming
Riding horses
Taking pictures

{weapons}
Custom rose gold beretta
Takedown recurve bow

{backstory}
Marci grew up in a simple household with a depressed mother and hard working father who was never home. She had to learn to take care of her baby sister when she was just fourteen years old and basically raised the girl. She took on household responsibility and made sure her mother stayed just off the tipping edge to suicide. It was hard for awhile but Marci got used to it and it wasn't like her life was horrible, just a little difficult. Just before the end of the world, Marci got accepted into a local college where she was looking at a career in environmental science, however she only completed one year before things went south. She managed to get home in time to get her sister but her mother refused to leave with her and her dad was nowhere to be found. So she left and didn't look back. Her sister, Lizzie, is only nine years old.

{other}
They have a family dog, her name is Maggie and an unnamed quarter horse

~requirements~
-just don't get crazy and keep reactions relatively real
-Uh yeah that's it

~form~

{name}
{nickname}
{age}
{gender}
{previous occupation}
{appearance}
{personality}
{hobbies}
{weapons}
{backstory}
{other}

~scenario 1~
"Didn't think I'd see you again"

You went to the same high school as Marci, though you never talked to her. But you noticed her. It was hard not to, she was this force of a girl always screaming about the health of the planet and always seemed to be reciting current world events. Even then, you never spoke to her and when graduation came the only conversation between you was signing a yearbook and congratulating one another. So now with the world trashed it was such a shock to see this woman on horseback saving your ass from a bunch of brain munching walkers. "Well don't just stare at me, get on!" She screamed and held down her hand to help you up in the back of the animal.

~scenario 2~
"This is how it is now"

College was rough but somehow you managed to get Marceline as your roommate and that wasn't so bad. The only bad part was the constant lectures on how to properly recycle and how the government was going to be our ultimate demise. Nonetheless you two became friends. When hell broke lose she dragged you along to save what family was left, both yours and hers. She found Lizzie and you had to watch her drag the crying girl from the house, once inside her Jeep she looked at you with a look you'd never seen. "Mom wouldn't come with..." she said and that was it.

~scenario 3~
"Why should we trust you?"

It's been a year since the initial outbreak and groups have started to form, only Marci seemed to still be on her own with just her and Lizzie. You've managed to become group leader to a small community nestled in the Pacific Northwest, a rough and not easily trusting group. At first glance you all look like criminals, but when Marci is out on a hunt and gets injured your group doesn't hesitate to help. But you do. You don't like her, you don't know her, and you definitely don't trust the bow wielding maniac. She and some from your community stand outside the wooden walls built around your small town, them yelling at you to open the bloody doors.