- Joined
- Aug 26, 2019
- Messages
- 60
- Points
- 18
- Location
- The Mountains
Whitelist Name
Maisie Bedlow
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
Yes
Age
21
Personality
Prior to being attacked and nearly raped, Maisie was a joyful, bubbly, fiesty young woman, without a filter. With the world dying in front of her eyes and losing everything dear to her, she's pulled back into herself for a while.
After some time, and perhaps way too soon to be healthy, she's begun to regain her former personality. Glimpses of her 'airheadedness' can be seen, and she is happy to discuss anything in her normal 'train of thought' manner.
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 104 lbs.
Hair color: Light Brown with Blonde highlights
Eye Color: Brown
Body Type: Petite
Maisie has always been on the small side, below average height and weight. She has a slim body with some curves, and works hard to stay in shape. However, this doesn't equate to muscle mass, as she is more fit than strong.
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In-Character Profession
Student/Philanthropist
Would you like your character to start with any items?
WaltherPPK, WaltherPPKMagx x 2 (loaded), HCGummyworms x 10, Machete, Alice Pack
Would you like to pre-claim a building?
A room in the church of MG.
Biography
Maisie was born in Austin, TX on August 18, 1997 into a life of wealth and luxury. Her parents were a mixed race couple at time where it was not as socially acceptable as it is now. Her father, who had gathered his immense wealth from the oil business in Texas, had met her mother, a young Jamaican beauty on a vacation to the island a few years prior to her birth.
Her father came from a long line of 'good old boys', and had made the mistake of falling in love, with an "outsider". Because of his wealth and love for his wife, he gave them all the middle finger and moved the family to the city, buying a mansion in the richest part of Austin TX. Known for being a much more liberal town than most of Texas, the mixed race couple wasn't looked down upon as much.
While her home was in Austin, Maisie grew up around the elite and wealthy of the country, as her parents were active socialites and travelers. She was enrolled in the finest of schools, taught skills to make her intelligent, beautiful and capable, and doted on with anything she wanted.
As she grew older, she felt a gnawing inside her at the shackles and restraints of well to do society. To her, the others were boring, using their money only to make themselves fatter and dumber. Though she loved her parents, she resented being kept away from the 'real' world, in all it's gritty and grimey glory.
She started acting out in middle school, when she was confronted by another young girl about cutting in line. Without thinking, Maisie cocked her fist back and punched the girl in the nose, blood spewing onto her hand. Transfixed by the red on her hand, her heart pounding through her chest, she felt a rush of adrenaline and pleasure like she had never experienced.
Her freshman year of high school, she morphed into the beginnings of the beauty she is today. It was then that the boys took notice of her. She found them all to be spoiled troglodytes, but was interested in the power her beauty and natural charm had over them. She began to flirt and play games with them, even towards her fathers bodyguard, when her dad wasn't looking, to entertain herself.
From then on, she sought unique and dangerous thrills. The normal drugs and alcohol that many teens sought out were boring to her, easily obtainable and short lived. She took up competition shooting and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (with great success on the former, and not so much on the latter), riding horses and sneaking out at night. She stole a car, hunted big game with her father and dated a 'bad boy'.
It was around this time that her mother recognized that her daughter needed more 'hands on' guidance. Having grown up in the poorer sections of Jamaica, her mother knew that taking her back to her home, and showing Maisie how the other half lived, would focus her talents towards more important things.
Maisie, to her mothers surprise, was thrilled to get the chance to see this new world, filled with people she never got to interact with before and do things she never got to do before. So at 18, after graduating high school with flying colors, Maisie and her mother flew to Jamaica, leaving her previous life behind.
While on the island, her mother exposed Maisie to the other side of life. The colors, smells and sounds of people who lived day to day, scratching out a life, laughing, crying, loving and hating. It was like finding water in a desert to Maisie, and she took to it like she had been born there. It wasn't that she hated being rich, but she had been missing her mothers background. It was part of her mother, and now it was part of her too, giving her a little more grit and focus.
After a year on the island, with her dad flying out for most of the time there, they returned back to Austin, with Maisie a year older, but in a much better place mentally than she was before. She was still Maisie, but had gained perspective and real world experience. She spent the next two years attending UT as an undergrad, while working on various charitable causes with her fathers blessing.
Maisie was in Houston for a fundraiser with her father when the outbreak happened. Dressed to the nines for a charity ball, she fled through the streets with her father and his bodyguard, watching people die in droves. Somehow, they made it back to the small heliport where her father kept his private helicopter. The bodyguard remained behind, buying them enough time to take off before hordes of people got through the main gate, and they flew out from the burning wreckage of Houston.
As they reached the outskirts of Austin, they could all see the flames and destruction below. Bodies lined the streets like dead ants. Her fathers mansion, her childhood home, was in flames. Her mother, missing and presumed dead, along with the few staff they kept. From that point on, Maisie didn't remember much of what happened. Somehow, the pilot took off in the helicopter without them, probably in a panic. Her father loaded Maisie up into an SUV, and fled the scene. Eventually, they made it south of San Antonio (most likely trying to head to her fathers ranch), when they were ambushed by a small group of people. Or at least she thought they were people. Her father was able to fight them off, but one of them managed to steal their SUV in the chaos. Left with basically nothing, they continued to trek south, avoiding people or anything that looked like a person for nearly a week.
Finally, one night, they set up camp with nothing to eat and barely anything to drink. Maisie collapsed, exhausted, while her father went to search for food and water. Slowly, she began to doze off, dreaming a pleasant dream about donuts and waffles, when she was rudely awakened by rough hands pinning her arms down and covering her mouth to muffle her screams. Quickly realizing the situation, she chomped down on his hand, tasting blood in her mouth briefly before his fist connected with the side of her head.
In a daze, she felt rough hands groping her and shuddered. She thought she heard her dad, followed by the sounds of a struggle. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and she watched in horror as her dad fell to the ground, bleeding from a huge whole in his chest. Time restarted with a rushing sound in her ears.
With a scream, Maisie ran to his side, cradling his lifeless body in her arms, sobbing and oblivious to the world. She barely registered being yanked up by the arm and thrown in the dirt. She felt his hands again and heard the slither of his belt being pulled off.
When his hand began to pull down on her shorts, reality snapped back in, and she began to fight back. It was too late though, as his size and already having her pinned down was too much to overcome. Just as he managed to get a hand into her shorts, she heard a gunshot from behind, followed by a splatter of blood on her face and his dead weight sliding off to the side.
She looked up to see what appeared to be a priest, holding a gun and looking like a guardian angel to her. Sobbing, she aimed a kick for her attackers ribs before running to her saviour and clinging to him for safety. After a moment, she felt gentle hands leading her away from the scene, a soft, caring voice speaking to her in hushed tones. It was there that Maisie met Morgan and Emma, and with nothing and no one else, she stuck with them for safety and support, lost and alone.
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If no, are there any specific characters you plan to group with from the start?
The church of MG.
Maisie Bedlow
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
Yes
Age
21
Personality
Prior to being attacked and nearly raped, Maisie was a joyful, bubbly, fiesty young woman, without a filter. With the world dying in front of her eyes and losing everything dear to her, she's pulled back into herself for a while.
After some time, and perhaps way too soon to be healthy, she's begun to regain her former personality. Glimpses of her 'airheadedness' can be seen, and she is happy to discuss anything in her normal 'train of thought' manner.
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 104 lbs.
Hair color: Light Brown with Blonde highlights
Eye Color: Brown
Body Type: Petite
Maisie has always been on the small side, below average height and weight. She has a slim body with some curves, and works hard to stay in shape. However, this doesn't equate to muscle mass, as she is more fit than strong.
Character Image Link
In-Character Profession
Student/Philanthropist
Would you like your character to start with any items?
WaltherPPK, WaltherPPKMagx x 2 (loaded), HCGummyworms x 10, Machete, Alice Pack
Would you like to pre-claim a building?
A room in the church of MG.
Biography
Maisie was born in Austin, TX on August 18, 1997 into a life of wealth and luxury. Her parents were a mixed race couple at time where it was not as socially acceptable as it is now. Her father, who had gathered his immense wealth from the oil business in Texas, had met her mother, a young Jamaican beauty on a vacation to the island a few years prior to her birth.
Her father came from a long line of 'good old boys', and had made the mistake of falling in love, with an "outsider". Because of his wealth and love for his wife, he gave them all the middle finger and moved the family to the city, buying a mansion in the richest part of Austin TX. Known for being a much more liberal town than most of Texas, the mixed race couple wasn't looked down upon as much.
While her home was in Austin, Maisie grew up around the elite and wealthy of the country, as her parents were active socialites and travelers. She was enrolled in the finest of schools, taught skills to make her intelligent, beautiful and capable, and doted on with anything she wanted.
As she grew older, she felt a gnawing inside her at the shackles and restraints of well to do society. To her, the others were boring, using their money only to make themselves fatter and dumber. Though she loved her parents, she resented being kept away from the 'real' world, in all it's gritty and grimey glory.
She started acting out in middle school, when she was confronted by another young girl about cutting in line. Without thinking, Maisie cocked her fist back and punched the girl in the nose, blood spewing onto her hand. Transfixed by the red on her hand, her heart pounding through her chest, she felt a rush of adrenaline and pleasure like she had never experienced.
Her freshman year of high school, she morphed into the beginnings of the beauty she is today. It was then that the boys took notice of her. She found them all to be spoiled troglodytes, but was interested in the power her beauty and natural charm had over them. She began to flirt and play games with them, even towards her fathers bodyguard, when her dad wasn't looking, to entertain herself.
From then on, she sought unique and dangerous thrills. The normal drugs and alcohol that many teens sought out were boring to her, easily obtainable and short lived. She took up competition shooting and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (with great success on the former, and not so much on the latter), riding horses and sneaking out at night. She stole a car, hunted big game with her father and dated a 'bad boy'.
It was around this time that her mother recognized that her daughter needed more 'hands on' guidance. Having grown up in the poorer sections of Jamaica, her mother knew that taking her back to her home, and showing Maisie how the other half lived, would focus her talents towards more important things.
Maisie, to her mothers surprise, was thrilled to get the chance to see this new world, filled with people she never got to interact with before and do things she never got to do before. So at 18, after graduating high school with flying colors, Maisie and her mother flew to Jamaica, leaving her previous life behind.
While on the island, her mother exposed Maisie to the other side of life. The colors, smells and sounds of people who lived day to day, scratching out a life, laughing, crying, loving and hating. It was like finding water in a desert to Maisie, and she took to it like she had been born there. It wasn't that she hated being rich, but she had been missing her mothers background. It was part of her mother, and now it was part of her too, giving her a little more grit and focus.
After a year on the island, with her dad flying out for most of the time there, they returned back to Austin, with Maisie a year older, but in a much better place mentally than she was before. She was still Maisie, but had gained perspective and real world experience. She spent the next two years attending UT as an undergrad, while working on various charitable causes with her fathers blessing.
Maisie was in Houston for a fundraiser with her father when the outbreak happened. Dressed to the nines for a charity ball, she fled through the streets with her father and his bodyguard, watching people die in droves. Somehow, they made it back to the small heliport where her father kept his private helicopter. The bodyguard remained behind, buying them enough time to take off before hordes of people got through the main gate, and they flew out from the burning wreckage of Houston.
As they reached the outskirts of Austin, they could all see the flames and destruction below. Bodies lined the streets like dead ants. Her fathers mansion, her childhood home, was in flames. Her mother, missing and presumed dead, along with the few staff they kept. From that point on, Maisie didn't remember much of what happened. Somehow, the pilot took off in the helicopter without them, probably in a panic. Her father loaded Maisie up into an SUV, and fled the scene. Eventually, they made it south of San Antonio (most likely trying to head to her fathers ranch), when they were ambushed by a small group of people. Or at least she thought they were people. Her father was able to fight them off, but one of them managed to steal their SUV in the chaos. Left with basically nothing, they continued to trek south, avoiding people or anything that looked like a person for nearly a week.
Finally, one night, they set up camp with nothing to eat and barely anything to drink. Maisie collapsed, exhausted, while her father went to search for food and water. Slowly, she began to doze off, dreaming a pleasant dream about donuts and waffles, when she was rudely awakened by rough hands pinning her arms down and covering her mouth to muffle her screams. Quickly realizing the situation, she chomped down on his hand, tasting blood in her mouth briefly before his fist connected with the side of her head.
In a daze, she felt rough hands groping her and shuddered. She thought she heard her dad, followed by the sounds of a struggle. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and she watched in horror as her dad fell to the ground, bleeding from a huge whole in his chest. Time restarted with a rushing sound in her ears.
With a scream, Maisie ran to his side, cradling his lifeless body in her arms, sobbing and oblivious to the world. She barely registered being yanked up by the arm and thrown in the dirt. She felt his hands again and heard the slither of his belt being pulled off.
When his hand began to pull down on her shorts, reality snapped back in, and she began to fight back. It was too late though, as his size and already having her pinned down was too much to overcome. Just as he managed to get a hand into her shorts, she heard a gunshot from behind, followed by a splatter of blood on her face and his dead weight sliding off to the side.
She looked up to see what appeared to be a priest, holding a gun and looking like a guardian angel to her. Sobbing, she aimed a kick for her attackers ribs before running to her saviour and clinging to him for safety. After a moment, she felt gentle hands leading her away from the scene, a soft, caring voice speaking to her in hushed tones. It was there that Maisie met Morgan and Emma, and with nothing and no one else, she stuck with them for safety and support, lost and alone.
Would you like to opt-in to group randomization?
No
If yes, please enter your Discord tag.
YOU KNOW WHO I AM!!!
If no, are there any specific characters you plan to group with from the start?
The church of MG.
