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[OOC] New World Survival RP

Gemma didn't know where she was, who any of these people were, nor why the ground was so warm beneath her feet as she ran. She just knew she had to keep going. She tripped over a root and went down. A girl about her age flew past without stopping. One of the men bent to help her and together they ran again. Before long the creature caught up with them and tackled the man to the ground. Gemma turned to help him and caught a glimpse of something she had never encountered before. It looked like a panther with reptile-like parts and before she could make heads or tails of it the man screamed at her to run. She didn't want to leave him but spotted another creature closing in, blood smeared over its mouth. Gritting her teeth, she took off in the same direction as the girl.

What was going on? Where were they? How did she get here? Did someone slip something into her drink last night? What were those circles? Questions upon questions flew through her mind as her feet carried her forward. She slowed down when she could run no longer, her chest heaving. Gemma spotted the other girls tracks and followed them. It was getting dark and she'd be in the trouble if she didn't find anyone soon. Those creatures could be behind her as well.

As she walked she saw a light in the distance and thinking she had nothing to lose, she followed it. To her surprise, the girl who had run ahead was crouching beside a tree, watching a group cooking something on a campfire. She approached her slowly.

"Oi. That's some cheek you have, leaving me behind there." She smiled, somewhat apprehensively but warm nonetheless, and held her hand out in greeting. "I'm Gemma."

[OOC] New World Survival RP

Gemma O'Quinn

Name: Gemma O'Quinn
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Languages: English, Gaelic
Description:

Biography: Gemma grew up in Enniskerry, County Wicklow, Ireland. She lived with her parents and brothers in a small cottage near the Wicklow Mountains. Her mother wanted a refined daughter, but Gemma was more the type to go bow hunting with her father and surfing with her brothers. Their relationship was strained at best. Gemma's mother expected a proper young lady and Gemma did everything she could to be the opposite of that. She was closer with her father, who treated her like one of the boys, and her brothers loved her rambunctious nature. She loved nothin more than to spend the day with her Da in the forest, hunting deer and pheasant with her bow or out in the icy sea with her brothers, riding the waves. When she was 19 her father died of a heart attack and her oldest brother left school to take care of their mother at home. Gemma left after that, she couldn't bear the grief and the growing tension at home. Her mother had a mental breakdown and the parts of her heart that were left had no room for her daughter any longer.

Gemma went to America to study History and Art at Brown. College life didn't quite agree with her. The teachers droned, she couldn't read, paint, or write what she liked, and the workload was tedious. Americans, most of them anyway, cared little for life and more for money. The boys especially, she found were only interested in one or two things. Neither of which were difficult to guess. She dropped out after a year and joined some roadies who followed bands across the country. Music became her drug and she threw herself into it like the proverbial fish to water. Traveling in dirty vans and buses, living off of diner food, getting lost in the music, and sleeping wherever she lay her head took her mind off her pain more than anything else did.

[OOC] New World Survival RP

Name: Gemma O'Quinn
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Languages: English, Gaelic
Description:

Biography: Gemma grew up in Enniskerry, County Wicklow, Ireland. She lived with her parents and brothers in a small cottage near the Wicklow Mountains. Her mother wanted a refined daughter, but Gemma was more the type to go bow hunting with her father and surfing with her brothers. Their relationship was strained at best. Gemma's mother expected a proper young lady and Gemma did everything she could to be the opposite of that. She was closer with her father, who treated her like one of the boys, and her brothers loved her rambunctious nature. She loved nothin more than to spend the day with her Da in the forest, hunting deer and pheasant with her bow or out in the icy sea with her brothers, riding the waves. When she was 19 her father died of a heart attack and her oldest brother left school to take care of their mother at home. Gemma left after that, she couldn't bear the grief and the growing tension at home. Her mother had a mental breakdown and the parts of her heart that were left had no room for her daughter any longer.

Gemma went to America to study History and Art at Brown. College life didn't quite agree with her. The teachers droned, she couldn't read, paint, or write what she liked, and the workload was tedious. Americans, most of them anyway, cared little for life and more for money. The boys especially, she found were only interested in one or two things. Neither of which were difficult to guess. She dropped out after a year and joined some roadies who followed bands across the country. Music became her drug and she threw herself into it like the proverbial fish to water. Traveling in dirty vans and buses, living off of diner food, getting lost in the music, and sleeping wherever she lay her head took her mind off her pain more than anything else did.