Name : Morrigan Brookes
Age : 22
Height : 5'5''
Weight : 8.5 stone
Occupation : Mercenary
Description : Morrigan's skin is a dark copper brown color, turning to a pale chocolate in places that the sun reaches less often. Her eyes are a deep emerald green and her hair is long a dark brown/black, held back from her head by a red peice of fabric and is styled in many dreadlocks down to her midback. She has knee-high wash-leather boots which buckle up the outside and her hands are covered by black leather gloves. Her left forearm is protected by a metallic plating similar to a crude gauntlet that is slightly rusted in places. Her trousers a loose but not overly baggy, tucked into her boots. They have a pistol holster strapped to her right leg and are held up by a leather belt that is equipped with various small pouches for things. She wears a navy shirt that is open and baggy, swooping dangerously low on the neckline and is sleeveless. Over the top of this is a sort of leather waist-coat, zipped up to just under her chest and is tight fitted to her and is dark brown in color. The red sash in her hair also holds to feathers in it; one bright yellow and the other bright blue. Around her neck hang a few necklaces with various odd trinkets on them including fangs, stones and small carvings. A pair of tinted goggles hang around her neck.
Personality : Morrigan doesn't tend to care much for others, keeping to herself and preparing to work alone. She is determined, head strong and stubborn. When she meets other people she prefers to play with them rather than befriend them and as such, has had very little close friends through out life.
Weapon : Morrigan prefers a rifle over most things, happy to sit back and take things out from a distance while others to the heavy work. A short knife hangs at her waist for emergency close encounters and a pistol in its holster on her right leg.
Background : Before this whole mess began, Morrigan worked as a hired mercenary. She worked for various mobs and establishments, though she was quite suited to turn around and kill them if it ended up with more cash for her.
She had done such a thing only a month or so before the infection started and had ended up in rather a bad situation. As it turned out, Morrigan had indeed taken a higher paid contract, but a less reliable client. She shot the target and killed him with one, though it turned out to be a son of a very nasty 'Don'.
And so, Morrigan found herself with a bounty on her head and running from those people that knew exactly how to find her. She tried her best to stay as invisible as she could but somehow they would always catch up. When infection hit, and everything went tits-up, Morrigan counted it as a blessing.
Theme :Back Against the Wall - Cage the Elephant
For use in RE/L4D Rp and wherever else
