Marigold

Name: Marigold

Alias: Anything really. She’ll say anything but her actual name to someone when she introduces herself. Her name before coming into the game was Kristen, but decided to ditch it.

Gender: Female

Spawn point: Doodle

dB: 0

Physical appearance: Marigold has a deer’s head where the mouth is split open down the middle of the snout, sharp teeth lining down her gums. The eye sockets of the deer have been crudely sewn up, making it seem like she was blind. In actuality, her three eyes can be seen with her brain in a clear dome on the top of her head. Her body is devoid of any hair except for her awfully large eyebrows. Her feet have opposable thumbs, allowing her to grasp and manipulate objects as well as her hands can. Her limbs disappear into a grey, bony shell that protects most of her vital organs.

Voice: Marigold’s voice is very low and distorted slightly. A little white noise can be heard when she speaks, making it difficult to understand her.

Height: 5’4”

Weight: 150

Talents: Painting, Gardening, Knowing the meanings of flowers

Hobbies: Painting surreal pictures, flower arranging

Personality: (Inappropriate) (Attention Hog) (Low Attention Span) (Whiny) (Imaginative) (Quick-Witted) (Playful) (Outgoing)

Likes: Vinegary/Pickled Foods, Pranks, Other People’s Reactions, Flowers

Dislikes: Bugs (especially wasps and bees), Being Ignored, Boredom, Being Corrected

Items: None

Skill sets:

Attack: 3/5
Defense: 4/5
Speed: 1/5
Agility: 1/5
Endurance: 4/5

Sanity: 3/5
Confidence: 5/5
Bravery: 4/5
Intelligence: 3/5
Charisma: 1/5

Weapon: Marigold’s weapon is a make-shift axe: a baseball bat with a sharp blade of iron hammered at the end. The blade is fairly stuck in the wood; however it could come off if the axe was buried deep into something.

Relationships: None

RP Example: Scribbled anthropomorphic animals huddled around Marigold’s body. They stared up at her in awe, some whispering words such as “hero” and “save us all”. Her eyes bobbled in her dome as she examined each and everyone of her little cult. The villagers of this town were as badly drawn as the landscape, as if they were made out of spaghetti. Marigold briefly wondered if they did indeed taste like the traditional food. Perhaps their diet seasoned their blood to the flavor of pasta sauce… or something like that. She had no idea on what kind of food these kindergartner abominations ate. Crayons and the blood of small toddlers, she figured. Besides, judging by their composition they would more than likely taste like wax or graphite. Oh how Marigold regretted not giving herself fire abilities; watching these little guys flee as their brethren melt from her power would have been hilarious.

Still, the peasants could be useful. She could as them to perform the most mindless of tasks and they would probably do it. There’s also good old-fashioned “explanations” in case she was lost, but that can wait after she was done with terrorizing villagers. Pranking them and turning them against each other would be funny. Maybe she could say that Bobby Jim sold Sally Sue’s baby to the local cannibal Starvin’ Steve. Or maybe lie and say that the water became contaminated with Eraser Disease. Who knows? Marigold had enough time to mess around with these loonies. All she had to do was bask in the glory of being these people’s savior and wait for the perfect timing.

Achievements: None