Name: May Mabel
Appearance: Fairly short with shortly cropped black hair, May has an expressive face with right blue eyes that, in some lights, seem gray. Usually they are glazed over. Boyish in stature she is slender and often wears blue jeans with a black hoodie with a black rose brooch. She often wears dark makeup. next to her pale skin she often looks like a drugged out ghost.
Personality: May is an angry person, hating most of the world. She loved her sister though and she misses her dearly. She likes getting high, and she’s very intelligent. She lashes out easy and often goes for the eyes. Most of her words are swear words.
Occupation: High school student, Thief
Skills: She has a photographic memory and can pick locks with her brooch, Hot-wiring cars
Physical Fears: Deep gashes and the loss of limbs. Blood.
Mental Fears: Bats, and that her sister does not forgive her for not protecting her
Negative Attributes: Very impatient, Wrathful and attacks without thinking, "freezes" when her sister is mentioned
History: MayMay was born to an unmarried mother with her younger twin sister June. Both cheerful and blonde they stayed in Silent Hill for the first six years of their lives. They seemed more like witches than other children because of their instinctive knowledge of each other.
Their mother packed them up and left town right before the disaster. May hated the village because of the trials and driving them away from Silent Hill. She hated their unknown father because he left them in this mess by not marrying their mother. She hated their mother for being so weak. She hated the new place because it wasn’t home.
They grew up peacefully for the most part. Although once, when they were seven June fell out of a tree and deeply cut her arm. May panicked and fainted at the sight of the blood. June almost lost her arm.
She picked up stealing when she was twelve, breaking into people’s houses. She borrowed June’s black rose brooch so often June just said to keep it. She fell out of an attic window after being attacked by a bat. She had friends who would gladly take the stolen goods off her for weed. She didn’t want the stuff nor any money. It was just for the thrill of taking from those bastards. She liked the weed too though.
May focused less on schoolwork than her sister did. Her photographic memory helped her get near perfect grades despite the copious amounts of weed she was smoking. June focused on boys and popularity. They had their disagreements, mostly about Jack Berkowitz, June’s Alcoholic/jock boyfriend and May’s weed. They threw their share of “I (fucking) hate yous” and swearwords. But they loved each other all the same.
“What the hell are you doing with that fucking asshole?” was the last thing May said to her sister. June ran out, away from the argument, and was killed by Jack. May felt she had failed her little sister, should have protected her. She dyed her long hair black and chopped most of it off in mourning.
Their mother had to go into an insane asylum when Jack got off on a technicality. May was enraged. She snuck into his house late at night, uncaring if she got caught. She watched him sleep for about half an hour and then stabbed him in the heart with a butcher's knife. She fainted.
She got home late late that night, covered in blood, to find a note on her pillow. Who the fuck would write in a dead girl’s name? She’d go after them and hurt them. She took a shower, then got in her mother’s car and started to drive. She’d hurt them.
Equipment: Bag of weed. Pipe and a couple joints
It's time. I need to see you and your destiny awaits. We'll talk when you come. Remember the hidey-hole tree in the woods near the Lake? I'll be there. Remember my brooch. It’s nice that you dealt with the “fucking asshole” for me.
Love you more than the distance between the stars.
Alignment: A non-believer supposed "witch"
Sister: June "June-bug" - Dead (Murder)
Mother: April - Incarcerated
Starting Location: The woods near the Touluca Lake
You... you really don't get it... do you? I... I love him... I'd die with him. Or for him. That's what you do... how you feel when you love someone. - Impulse