breathe.

is that AMBER HEARD? nah that’s TWENTY-SIX year old MARIANNE GATLIN ! i thought SHE had died during the beginning of the outbreak. it turns out they’ve been here for THREE YEARS. it’s a relief they’re around, especially since they work in PROTECTION as a PERIMETER GUARD. i’ve heard they can be GREGARIOUS & EBULLIENT, though i’ve heard whispers from the other survivors say they're RUTHLESS & ILLUSORY. 

SOME ROUGH STUFF AHEAD… i mean, zombie rp stuff. death, guns, gore.

“oh sugar, it was the funniest thing. you shoulda seen her face she was madder than a wet hen!”

introducing your resident southern belle, annie was born june 12th in georgia, growing up in a full house with an older brother and 3 younger sisters. her early childhood filled with sunshine and blue skies.

her father and her brother were keen hunters, her uncle owning the town’s gun store. they’d often set out to hunt a deer or a few turkeys.

when annie was 9, her brother had been living in atlanta and died in a car accident.

though marianne had always disliked the thought of hunting, her dad spent the next six years teaching her to wield a gun to hunt and how to protect their home. she turned out to be quite the little sharpshooter and her dad always called her annie oakley, which ended with the entire family adopting it.  

her teenage years had their ups and downs and she had a rough patch during high school but managed to graduate and for their tiny town that was nearly a miracle. annie want to pick one job she wanted to do everything. she started off majoring in integrated engineering but dropped out at nineteen and was determined to become a pilot. then the outbreak hit and everything went to hell in a handbasket anyway.

annie’s first instinct was to immediately travel back to georgia from virginia to find her family. she fought her way across north carolina, when she finally showed up her mom and younger sister were already gone. the family, or what was left of it, had set up connections with neighbours who had known one another since they were kids and trade, information and favours of all kinds were exchanged between them. not two weeks went by since she’d arrived before a horde passed through from the west, decimating the small network they’d had set up. the numbers down to a measly eight survivors they headed out. they lost their dad soon after and annie got separated from her youngest sister a year after that. 

she mostly roved with groups until stumbling across new haven, getting quietly colder and more ruthless as the years ground onward. 

[ TL;DR ] annie is cheerful, charming and charismatic. her sunny disposition sometimes ticks other people off with the honey, darlins and the beaming smile but that is hardly just a veneer and she can seemingly keep this calmness in many a fucked-up situation. alot of people assume that she’s just quite dim as she seems to not take many things seriously, however she’s got a biting wit and a tactical mind. there’s a ruthlessness pragmatism to her that a few people who are close to her have witnessed, she’ll call you as cute as toe sack full ‘o puppies, covered in blood after knifing someone who tried to sneak in through the perimeter fence. arriving at camp she demonstrated her profiency with firearms and her cobbled together close combat skills, she’s not got quite the training of alot of the others but she’s got just as much gall as the best of them.

hates the cold with a passion and will wax lyrical about georgia peaches, summers and lakes and just about everything from back home. can be motherly, then ask you if you want to sneak off to steal some moonshine, then shoot a zombie between the eyes at thirty paces.