Name: Maria Montgomery

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Blood Type: O-

Dominant Hand: Right

Height: 5'7

Weight: 146lbs.

Body Type: Thin and like a dancer

Birthday: June 15th, 1995

Hair Colour: Mousy brown

Eye Colour: Hazel

Face:

Scarѕ: Several gouges in her lower abdomen and a deep bite on her thigh.

Tattooѕ: None

Family: Marty Montgomery (twin twin brother; missing), Alec Montgomery (father; deceaѕed), Opal Hertford (mother, missing)

Perѕonality: Maria love to explore with her hands and her eyes, touching and examining the world around her with rationalism and spirited curiosity. Maria will find no greater joy than in getting their hands dirty pulling things apart and putting them back together, just a little bit better than they were before. She loves to explore ideas through creating, troubleshooting, trial and error and first-hand experience. While her mechanical tendencies can make her appear simple at a glance, Maria is actually quite enigmatic. Friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on formal studies, her personality can be a challenge to predict, even by their friends and loved ones. She can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but she has a tendency to build up a store of impulsive energy that explodes without warning, taking her interests in bold, new directions.

Seхuality: Bisexual

Job: Mechanic/inventor

Likeѕ: Puzzles, innovative ideas, practicality, being a leader, 50's music, movie posters, dancing, Superman, baseball, and being accompanied.

Dislikes: Opposums, constantly being agreed with, loud noises, the dark, too much physical contact, parties, being abandoned, and canines.

Faѕhion: Anything that's easy to move around in and not skanky.

Theme:

Favourites:
×colour: Grey
×hobby: Sketching out plans
×book/ѕtory/series: The Diary of Anne Frank

Flawѕ: Maria is very judgmental and trusts nobody, even herself.

Phobia(ѕ): Autophobia - The fear of oneself

Innocence: 7/10

Requirementѕ: Must be patient... ish.

Scenario: You woke up with you heart in your throat as the sound identical to a knife slashing through the makeshift door ricocheted back and forth between the house's small, makeshift walls. You didn't know where you were or why this was happening, but you still instinctively threw the quilt carefully draped onto you aside, your eyes frantically flickering around the room.
"Hey, you!"
Your head pounded as you leaned over the bed, directing the source of the harsh whisper being somewhere near the bed you sat ontop of. "Stop sitting around and help me!"

You?