Post by Marlo Harris on Nov 7, 2016 1:29:59 GMT
Marlo Shea Harris
" I suppose if we couldn't laugh at things that don't make sense, we couldn't react to a lot of life."
"Whew! You’re cold as ice, officer friendly.”
Full name • Marlo Shea Harris
Nicknames • Marley
Age • Twenty-five
Birthday • August 18th
Gender • Female
Sexuality • Heterosexual
Former Occupation • Ms. Australia, non-profit organizations
Alexandria Role: N/A
Face claim • Miranda Kerr
"Oh, Reverend Shane's preaching to you now, boy."
From a young age, Marlo had it all. A loving family and driven ambitions. She was born and raised in Perth, Australia and her mother had been overjoyed to have a daughter finally, Marlo having 5 older brothers. Her mother, having been in beauty pageants and even one time a commercial for lotion in her younger years, she wanted her daughter to follow in her footsteps and do more. So Marlo was entered into pageants frequently in her younger years. However, this allowed her to be able to learn a few traits that she still carries with her in her older years. She had to learn patience, since having to sit all day in layers upon layers of pageant dresses while ones hair is tugged and pulled develops a lot of patience. But Marlo also learned to carry herself well with poise and proper manners. When she was in her mid-teenage years, Marlo was given the opportunity to end her pageant career when her mother realized she had pushed her daughter too far into the lifestyle, however Marlo decided she would continue just to please her mother.
Having grown up with five older brothers however allowed her to also throw aside the glitz and glam to rough and tumble playing sports and be a tomboy. The one thing that made Marlo stand out from the other pageant contestants was the fact that she was fearless. While most girls would paint their nails, she would be out catching large spiders and snakes and any other Australian wildlife she and her brothers could get their hands on.
Reaching her early 20s, Marlo’s mother became ill, so she decided to please her she would attempt entering one more pageant, however this was no ordinary one, this pageant was to win the title of Ms. Australia. Marlo wasn’t taught that if she ‘wished for something hard enough to happen it would’, but she was taught that hard work paid off. And it sure did. Marlo qualified in all the preliminary pageants, and eventually when it came down to the last round, the one to earn the title of Ms. Australia, Marlo’s mother ended up having to be admitted to the hospital a week before the contest. She was devastated, wanting to just pull out of the competition to spend every day with her mother, but of course, her mom insisted she still compete. So with her head held high she did, and to her amazement she won first place, she had become Ms. Australia. Someone who was supposed to be an avid leader for their country in charitable acts. Marlo couldn’t believe it, however the next day her mother passed away.
She then decided to create a foundation in her mother’s name which benefitted young girls, allowing them to succeed in life. After it’s foundation and opening, Marlo had to fly to the United states to perform her duties in the Ms. Universe competition which was being held in Miami, Florida. However, shortly after her arrival, America went south with the virus, the dead were roaming the Earth.
After the outbreak, it would seem that someone like Marlo wouldn’t have survived the first few days, or even weeks after the virus hit. However, that being a stereotype that a pretty girl in heels didn’t know how to take care of herself was wrong. Marlo drifted around for awhile, heading North because she had heard a group of survivors’ state that the dead didn’t do well in the cold, so she figured she would try to make her way to Windsor, Canada. All she could think about though was her family, knowing that until things got better, she wouldn’t be able to go home and see them again, or possibly ever again. The thought hurts her everyday, but the chance of being able to see her father and brothers keeps her going. Currently she is on her own, after the last group she was with was attacked by a small herd, she had barley made it out alive. She only did because she hadn’t let herself get attached to anyone.
"I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday"
Grease never was a comforting smell. His father had worked in a scrapyard, taking apart vehicles no one wanted anymore. Will Dixon would then come home after a hard day's work flop onto the couch and crack open a Miller Light. One or two beers was always how it had started. Eventually Will would open up the whisky bottle and pour a few shots, ending his night sloppily downing the bottle in vicious gulps. If they were lucky, Daryl and his older brother Merle would avoid any interaction with their father when he came home from work. The nights they weren't as lucky were nights their father, in his drunken state would remember his two sons existed and harp at them to get things done around the house, which eventually turned physical if things weren't done.
As Daryl tightened the bolt under the gas tank of a beaten up black Triumph he had come across during a run one day with Glenn, his back tinged in memory of the countless lashings he had received. Sometimes his scars still ached from memory. Daryl viciously turned the bolt to the right, trying to push his childhood memories from his mind. The Triumph needed a lot of work since the Governor's attack on the prison had left it in very poor state. It has been partially beaten up in the blast from the gas tank explosion he had caused. Luckily, what needed to be fixed or replaced hadn't been too hard to find. Daryl was too caught up in his thought to realize he had tightened too far and his hand slipped, sliding itself across a piece of metal sticking out.
"Shit!"
Daryl cursed under his breath as he grabbed a grease stained rag and started to wipe away the blood already starting to pool on the flesh under his pinky finger. Looking it over he figured he had received worse in the past. He tied the rag around his hand tightly and picked up the wrench that had fallen out of his hand and tossed it back into a red tool box with a clatter. Daryl then looked up and started to observe his surroundings. As his eyes traced over the prison's grounds he thought about the last couple of weeks events that brought them all to this point. Their home had been destroyed, overran, but they were able to bounce back and recovered most of what was lost t them after the Governor's attack. Sure more work still had to be done, but it wasn't impossible. The group that Daryl had come to actually care about was a tough one. Almost hilariously comparable to that of a cockroach. Nothing seemed to knock them down. Sure there were the ups and downs and close encounters, along with much loss....This thought made Daryl's stomach turn, remembering Merle grasping and crawling as a Walker. Or sweet lil stinker. Judith had been so innocent. Daryl had actually viewed her as hope that something good would turn up in a word full of so much wrong, but he had been wrong. She was gone, as like so many others before her. Hope was a figment of his imagination.
Daryl was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the crunch of loose gravel on pavement coming his way. Looking back over his shoulder he noticed Rick.
"Hey."
By the look of him, he knew Rick needed something.
"The whole world's having a tough time"
Alias • PandaHow'd you find us • You came from me!
Other characters • Daryl Dixon
Other • Whoopie dee doo!
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