04-10-2020, 03:53 AM
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trigger warnings mentions of alcohol, blood, mentions of eating disorder, trauma, injuries, things you would expect a doctor to do.
tags 20 years old, easy-medium opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
tags 20 years old, easy-medium opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
"speech" 'thought' text
Her exposed fingers were freezing, the fingerless gloves doing a good job of keeping her hands warm, but neglecting the rather important extremities her fingers were. She wore a relatively warm looking tan coat going down to her knees, actually pretty stylish despite the obvious signs of wear, tear, and repair. Covering her neck was, not only a white turtleneck, but a rose pink colored scarf (the latter of which had definitely seen better days).
There was a small bottle of alcohol in one of her pockets. What had kept her warm on this long trek. In honesty, she wasn't entirely certain as to why she'd braved this journey up the mountains with the obvious and less so, reasons as well. Maise tucked her hands into her pockets, her fingers brushing against the relatively warm bottle in her pocket.
Being slender with very little fat on her bones, she wasn't exactly made for this kind of chilling weather, which made her wonder, just how horrible it was when it was actually winter, and the cold was much worse. A gust of wind blew around her face, blowing snow into her eyes, and causing her to stop for a moment, and readjust the mid sized bag she carried with her.
In it were medical supplies, things she would need if she came across a wounded person, it didn't matter if they were friend or foe, she would fix them regardless. It was part of her code, a principal her parents had instilled in her, that she should do no harm, at least if at all possible. Even they, medical personnel in their own rights, understood that the post apocalyptic world was a dangerous place.
Their deaths were a shock to Maise, but she had sworn to continue their legacy, and heal when possible. She had come across a village, there wasn't much hubbub around it, but it seemed to be inhabited. Which meant there were people here for her to get acquainted with. The rumor she had heard from a patient she'd treated not that long ago had been true, there was a settlement up the mountain where the old lodge her parents had been married at once, was.
Maise hesitated for a moment before looking around, light snow drifting around her. Se felt as though she were in a story, or movie, "Hello?" Her voice caught slightly, but she pressed on. It was no later than three in the afternoon, though for some reason it seemed later than that, perhaps it was the long journey, she could definitely use a hot cup of tea. "Anyone around?" She added, walking up to the nearest door in the village and knocking on it, her raw knuckles against the rough wood causing her to wince in pain.
Her exposed fingers were freezing, the fingerless gloves doing a good job of keeping her hands warm, but neglecting the rather important extremities her fingers were. She wore a relatively warm looking tan coat going down to her knees, actually pretty stylish despite the obvious signs of wear, tear, and repair. Covering her neck was, not only a white turtleneck, but a rose pink colored scarf (the latter of which had definitely seen better days).
There was a small bottle of alcohol in one of her pockets. What had kept her warm on this long trek. In honesty, she wasn't entirely certain as to why she'd braved this journey up the mountains with the obvious and less so, reasons as well. Maise tucked her hands into her pockets, her fingers brushing against the relatively warm bottle in her pocket.
Being slender with very little fat on her bones, she wasn't exactly made for this kind of chilling weather, which made her wonder, just how horrible it was when it was actually winter, and the cold was much worse. A gust of wind blew around her face, blowing snow into her eyes, and causing her to stop for a moment, and readjust the mid sized bag she carried with her.
In it were medical supplies, things she would need if she came across a wounded person, it didn't matter if they were friend or foe, she would fix them regardless. It was part of her code, a principal her parents had instilled in her, that she should do no harm, at least if at all possible. Even they, medical personnel in their own rights, understood that the post apocalyptic world was a dangerous place.
Their deaths were a shock to Maise, but she had sworn to continue their legacy, and heal when possible. She had come across a village, there wasn't much hubbub around it, but it seemed to be inhabited. Which meant there were people here for her to get acquainted with. The rumor she had heard from a patient she'd treated not that long ago had been true, there was a settlement up the mountain where the old lodge her parents had been married at once, was.
Maise hesitated for a moment before looking around, light snow drifting around her. Se felt as though she were in a story, or movie, "Hello?" Her voice caught slightly, but she pressed on. It was no later than three in the afternoon, though for some reason it seemed later than that, perhaps it was the long journey, she could definitely use a hot cup of tea. "Anyone around?" She added, walking up to the nearest door in the village and knocking on it, her raw knuckles against the rough wood causing her to wince in pain.
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MAISIE ANNE LANE
Maisie Lane is a 21 year old, woman, she is very compassionate and understanding, dedicated to the art of healing, she is a member of Flintlock Lodge. Maisie is calm in most situations. She is a mild to medium opponent and a bit of a mess, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions.