Post by Nancy Mercer on Jun 17, 2012 17:11:38 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/nadzylala/TEMPLATES/LIGHTBKGBOYS.png); border-top: #B32917 solid 10px; border-bottom: #B32917 solid 10px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] nancy lorena mercer twenty-two, outlaw, escaped mental patient insane, mischievous, blasphemous, bitter, confused, strange Nancy never had the chance to meet her mother, who died giving birth to her, and was instead stuck living with her abusive father. The drunken mess was mostly verbally abusive, telling her that her mother hated her and degrading her in any way possible, but was known to strike her should he get the feeling to. Her small family, consisting of an older sister and brother plus her father, were constantly traveling and peddling to get by. While traversing the Colorado wilderness, her brother and sister lost their lives - her sister via bear attack and her brother via drowning in the river. It didn't take long for the once Christian girl to begin losing her grip on sanity. Soon, she questioned her God not long after, she forsook him. But, as she continued to be pushed to the limit, she went beyond forsaking him, and dabbled in blasphemy. Before long, she got her kicks out of scaring people with her blasphemous outbursts. Many believed her to be possessed and she played along, enjoying the fear that came along with it. It was clear to her father that she should be admitted to an asylum. While there, her outbursts became more and more frequent as well as more crude and alarming. There were moments in time when the little girl that she once was shown through, particularly in moments of fear, but they were few and far between. When a flood allowed for the opportunity to escape, she took advantage of it and fled, stealing a horse and becoming wanted not long after. The first thing she wanted to do was find her father and murder him but as he was always on the move, she knew it'd be impossible to pinpoint exactly where he was. She rode for weeks, before coming to Del Fuego and settling for the moment as she decided she was far enough away from the asylum to be found. Friends could be fellow outlaws or anyone that can stand her extremely vulgar language and blasphemy. There shouldn't be very many friends. Enemies are another story. In a time where many are religious, she is a pariah. No one wants to affiliate with her, either out of fear or out of hatred. Lovers come and go, she has nothing against a one-night stand but feels the need to become intoxicated before hand. Also, she has no problem exchanging sexual favors for money. ....................... |
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