Description
Name: Marisa Rosengren
Age: 24
Height: 174cm
Weight: 70kg
Eye color: Blue
Hair color/type: Short (cut it after the outbreak began) and blonde (bottle, the roots are starting to show now)
Ethnicity: White
Gender: Female
Profession/Skills: Professional College Drop Out. Worked part time as a tour guide at a museum. Her skills, if that's what they can be called, include an encylopedic knowledge of most zombie movies and games before the outbreak began. Has also been training herself to be pretty handy with a machete.
Misc: Straight, single, few flings before everything went to hell, but they are all dead now.
Personality
Headstrong, quite knowledgeable about zombies (those in films and games) Quite approachable, but will always defend herself if it comes down to it. All in all, just an average human, trying to stay alive and sane in a crazy world.
Equipment
A machete that she keeps in excellent condition considering it is her only weapon. Trains with it for at least two hours a day and knows every notch on the damn thing.
Carries a backpack that always has the same core contents;
small first aid kit (bandages, antiseptic, painkillers, loperamide, needle, thread, scissors, alcohol wipes)
toilet roll (two rolls at any one time. Hey, you never miss it more until it's gone.)
water purification tablets (running low, needs more),
dried food, (usually noodles and dried fruit)
a canteen of water,
a collapsable camping pot,
flint,
several books of matches, (best thing about Vegas, always full of matchbooks)
a change of clothes, (short sleeved, travel stained and tight)
a whet stone for sharpening the machete, (amazing what people keep in their sheds for their lawnmowers)
one of those nifty wind up radios. Turns it on for one hour every day at sun up and sun down to listen for news.]
Bedroll and sleeping bag.
Photograph of family.
History
Marisa is half German-American and half Italian-American. She spent most of her childhood being dragged from one cultural event to another between her rather expansive extended families. This would explain why she has such a love for museums and everything in them. Dropped out of a history and anthropology degree after half a year, stating that it was 'sucking the life out of things that are already dead.' Her parents were quite displeased with her career move that found her parked in her one bedroom apartment in Nevada playing video games, watching movies and eventually getting a job at the Las Vegas Natural History Museum as a tour guide. It paid the bills and stopped her being financially dependent on her parents.
When the government started rolling out these injections, Marisa was immediatly against getting one. She's absolutely petrified of needles. Her parents both got them, and kept trying to cajole her into getting one. She had to stop herself from saying 'told you so' before running for her life away from them when she went back to the family home after everything went down.
And so, Marisa has spent the past five years moving from place to place in rural Nevada, only ever risking heading back into Las Vegas when times are tough.
