Kit, Marly

Marly was born into a very strict household. School came first to her mother, and she had little time for friends and She traveled the country to different schools of history and language, giving that, she was still very extroverted and honest. Since she was very young a sense of responsibility has been instilled in her. She loves to drink and make friends, though nothing replaces a book or new historical find. She could bury her head into an old book no matter the author or content. She is also very sensible and outdoorsy, a hunter for sport with her landlord. She's hunted wild game and even entrapped exotic animals. Guns are her favorite, though she is skilled with a knife as well. Marly is sharp, cunning and goal-oriented.

In the late summer of 1914 Marly was born in the midst of WW1. Her father was a soldier, a fresh recruit for the Central Powers budding from Germany and Austria. He felt it was his duty to fight for his country, though he was far from the type. Marlys father, Ivan Kit, was a historian in the Dresden town square, his job was maintaining the historical architecture of the city square, keeping the reputation of the "Jewel City" well integrated for tourism and political appeal. He was a small man, barely five foot seven inches, his small face shielded by thick eye glasses and a trimmed beard. He left two weeks after the birth of his daughter, though he never returned from the trenches. Marly's mother, Maebh, was a stout woman standing five foot six with eyes as blue as ocean water and hair the color of corn. Once her husband died she took charge to insure Ivan's legacy and brains lived on through her Maebh sent her daughter to the best schools in Germany, but after the first war it was hard to pay the institutions. in 1932, at age eighteen, the city of Dresden approached her with an offer; take over her father's job or lose your family home. Marly was elated at the idea to serve in her father's footsteps, and soon lived in a set of private rooms in one of the Semperoper Opera House in Dresden. It was during this time that the owner of the Opera house, Myles Fraan, allowed young Marly to joint his hunting party as a way to teach "ruggedness and skill to an eager young girl." and soon she was skilled in rifles and rounds, memorizing every gun in the safe of her new found friend.

Things were beginning to look good for Marly and her mother, but soon the Nazi movement had invaded everything and she found her job more beneficial to the Nazi's than the citizens of Dresden. She was given piles of paperwork to track the lineage of every citizen within the state of Saxony, and the report her findings to the Superior officers located outside her office door every evening before five o'clock. Though none of her questions were being answered, she felt honored to be doing work her father would be doing if he were alive. Before long however, familiar theater faces and preformers went missing.

In 1939, things were dark and grey in germany, all young boys were in uniform, even some children of lower income, and rumors were spreading about jewish families abandoning their country to join the Allied forces against their own country. Soon, radio broadcasting was tuned only to German airways and the bombs began to drop. On February 3rd, 1941, Dresden was bombed by English flyers. The war became real to Marly, and she sought a way out. Her mother had grown weak in the last months of winter and was unable to leave the city as thousands scattered into the streets, screaming for refuge. "Go, my love. My Marly girl!" She pushed Marly from the Opera house door and locked it behind her.

Marly ran into the woods after collecting her favorite rifle from it's place in Myles's chambers and a small hunting satchel already filled with rounds, small rations and knives. She ran hard towards the outskirts of town, and that's were she met them.

Walking, moaning, piles of flesh began to walk towards her, her back to the woods and her eyes darting back and forth from the sky. Bombs? Nuclear? She had remembered the threat of mass destruction, but she imagined an explosion, nothing chemical. "Are you hurt?" She shouted, wielding a knife for protection. The rotting corpse walked closer, its jaws snapping up and down as it closed in on her. "Don't come any closer, I will hurt you." Her voice was shaking until the pile of rot was close enough to see it's eyes. Dead. Grey and lifeless, like that of a demon. Marly lounged and caught it in the chin, the soft tissue slipping from it's original place, the blood oozing black against the rot. Marly hurled herself back into the woods, there were now two threats, and from each direction.