Maria Andrews
Started out life living in a high working class home in New York City. She was going to academy and was very well read in both manner and books. At some point in an old library, she found an old book about magic tricks with cards that could turn reality and bend it. She kept this knowledge to her self. Her parents always pushed her to be better, do better, however never showing any really positivity when she did better. She had just hit around 23 - 24 when she was taken from.her bed by a out of state gang looking for a quick ransom of money.
Her parents didn't bat an eye or even show concern that she was gone at all. She was taken by the leader of the group named Zeeke, he was a disgusting bear of a man with more stomach than muscle. A bad temper and a drunk, he waited 2 months before giving up on the girls parents ever coming through with the ransom and decided to simply keep her as his own personal toy. Often taking out his frustrations on her from mild to practically killing her at times.
Her health tanked as she spent the next 5 years trapped in his tent with almost no food and no help. At one point Maria had to hide the fact that she was pregnant. She felt her frail health come in handing for it hid her swollen stomach well, however she had to birth her son silently and hide him under a box.
She managed to keep him quiet for 2 years without raising any suspicion and gave all her food to her son the moment he could eat solid foods , however one day when she passed out from exhaustion and he wondered out of the tent to be found by a very drunk and angry Zeeke. Furious the child was killed in front of her. A part of her snapped inside but she kept quiet for another 2 years. Zeeke came back drunk however when he entered his tent Maria was waiting for him with his own personal shotgun he left within reach for her. A part of her broke mentally and she ended up killing not just him but the entire gang by setting everything on fire and making use of the over sized shotgun in hand and wandering off into the dry wastes to succumb to her new insanity to driver her further and further into her mind.
Wandering the wastes for so long latched onto the gun of her previous 'husband's has driven her further into madness as she now talks to the gun as she once did to her late husband and if he was still alive. Shes drifted so far that she honest and whole heartedly believes that the gun is her true love, her Dearest and Beloved.
As she is absolutely insane she I'd also very hyper aware of the fact that she is insane, so.much so when she speaks the clarity that spikes every so often comes off as eerie or disturbing with how she interprets the world around her. A skewed outlook and view that makes most anyone who is around or near unsettled by her presence and babbling to her gun.
Big brown eyes, a size that shouldn't be considered normal stare blankly with big round glasses that seem to have a thin crack in them don't do much to hide that she has white cataracts in the middle of her pupils as she is slowly going blind as she ages. Her short statue and unhealthy petite figure show just how small she really is. Standing tallest 5' in her worn down boots, short wavy and dirty blonde hair bouncing around her slender face. She seems to always have some form of bruising on her skin in different areas, all forms of colors and shades. She never really knows where they come from. Dancing through towns and taverns in her simple and tattered brown dress she lives happily in her daydreams and delusions going from town to town surviving on small tasks or scraps she can find or do. Often times solving issues in ways most cant comprehend. As if she was playing games with the devil himself.