Mariah O'Riordan

[Janxi]

Character Name: Mariah Casey O'Riordan
Race: Irish American
O.C.C.: Survivor: Medical Paramedic
Occupation: Nurse practitioner/Midwife and homeopath (Modest success)
Alignment: principled

XP Level: 1
XP Points: 0
Next Level @ XP:
Sentiments/zombies: She will defend herself against zombies, but pities them for the people they once were. If there was a way to reverse the process or cure them, she would look to find it. She understands they are dangerous and has little hope they would be cured.
Sentiments to humans: She doesn't judge and will help any and all in need. As a midwife nurse practitioner, she considers the health and welfare of women and children above all, and will sacrifice to save innocent lives.
Disposition: She's a nice person, but in her own mind tries to keep from losing faith in humanity. She is positve most of the time and believes that most everyone has some good in them. She doesn't judge and believes everyone has a right to speak their own opinions. She is hurt by the loss of her husband, Kevin O'Riordan, a gunnery sergeant in a Marine Infantry Battalion at Camp Pendleton California.

Religion: A proud Celtic Pagan/Wiccan. Tries to remain a vegetarian, but eats whats available to survive.

ATTRIBUTES (No character type)
I.Q.: 14
M.E.: 19
M.A.: 15
P.S.: 15
P.P.: 12
P.E.: 10
P.B.: 13
Speed: 22


PHYSICAL DATA
HP: 15
SDC: +2d4
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Height: 5'5
Weight: 125 lbs
Description: dark hair, hazel eyes, olive comp...cargo pants and a hippie type sweater..the necklace under the blouse with her husband's wedding ring, ..hands full of rings.. Celtic triple spiral around her neck. In battle will wear a ballistic nylon jacket.
Outlook: Idealistic hero
Special Aptitude and jack of many trades +3 skills

Common Skills:
Language English 92+1
Literacy English 84+2
Basic math 82+3
Drive Automobile 60+3

O.C.C. Skills
Holistic medicine 55/45 +5 (replace Automobile +20)
Pathology 50+5 (replace auto mechanics)
Aerobic Athletics
Biology 50+5 (replace combat driving)
computer operation 65+3
paramedic 60+5
Identify plants & fruit 35 +5 (replace radio basic)
chemistry 60+5 (replace roadwise)
Sensory Equipment +20
Preserve food 40+5 (replace Truck)

Elective Skills:
Meditation 40+5
Barter 30+4
Gardening 46+4
Recycle 40+5
Brewing medicinal (pro grade) 68/73+5
Animal husbandry 50+5
Dowsing 20+5
Sign language 25+5
Sewing 40+4


Secondary:
Hand to hand Basic
WP handgun
WP blunt
WP Shotgun
Brewing

Combat Data
HTH Type: basic
Number of Attacks: 4
Initiative Bonus:
Strike Bonus:
Parry Bonus:
Dodge Bonus:
HTH Damage Bonus: +2 kick
Bonus to Roll w/Punch: +2
Bonus to Pull a Punch: +3
Disarm: +1
Sense of balance 30+5

Weapon Proficiencies
W.P. handgun (+1 strike)
WP shotgun (+1 strike)
WP Blunt (+1 strike, +1 parry)


Saving Throw Bonuses
Save vs. psionics +2
Save vs insanity +2
Save vs. horror factor +1

Equipment:
Three medical kits. Gardening supplies, two boxes of mason jars, a collection of herbs, food dehydrator, clothes and an extra set, hiking boots, rain poncho, two cammie nets, box cutter, survival knife (2d4), 1 maglite, 1 mini maglite, 1 mirror, 4 disposable lighters, book of matches, roll of duct tape, 60 yards string, 1 set eating utensils, binoculars, walkie talkie, sunglasses, two 1 qt canteens, backpack, duffel bag, sleeping bag, bedroll, I-pod with music, smart phone, three road flares, notebook computer, tablet, pens and paper, atlas, grooming supplies, clean socks, gold bond powder, baby delivery kit, Yoga clothing, extra running shoes, Celtic pendant, husband's ring on leather strap, worn inside blouse, husbands dogtags, worn inside blouse, several rings worn on fingers. Stethoscope, basic diagnostic instruments (blood pressure, tongue depressors, thermometers), paramedic bag (splints, sutures, rescue breathing bag, drugs, etc.), Police belt with four ammo clip pouches, handcuffs with pouch, baton with case, pistol with holster, knife sheath, small case with a flashlight.

Weapons:

Large crowbar 2d6 damage

Collapsible police baton:
ASP 21, 21 inch reinforced collapsible baton
Damage 2d4+2

Handgun:
SIG Sauer P226 9mm, hollow points
Damage: 3d6+3
Capacity: 18 rounds per magazine, 5 magazines total, one loaded, four carried in belt
Range: 150 feet
90 rounds total

Shotgun:
Remington 1100 Tactical police automatic shotgun
Damage: 4D6 buckshot
Capacity: 8 rounds
Range: 200 ft full length barrel and modified choke tube)
80 buckshot rounds total

Survival Knife: Marine K-Bar
Damage 2D4

Stanley knife
Damage 1d4

Armor:
Ballistic nylon jacket (SDCSO and badge logo)
SDC: 25
AR: 9

Vehicle:
Ford Interceptor Utility
(SUV 4 Wheel Drive)
Number of Passengers: 5
Maximum Number of Passengers: 7
Speed: 180 mph. Range: 200 miles. Fuel Type: Gasoline. Fuel Capacity: 30 gallons
A.R.: 10. S.D.C.: 310.
Steel Cage between front and back seats: A.R. 12. S.D.C. 80.
Equipment: Dashboard mounted camera, lights and sirens, first aid kit, fire extingisher, road flares, two-way radio, weapons storage in back.
Light ram prow (Takes half damage from ram attacks)


K9 unit: Taja
Breed: Belgian Malinois
Specialization: Attack guard dog
+1 init
+1 strike
+3 disarm
+4 entangle
+2 damage
+3 to get along with other canines and humans
60 percent chance to defend master if attacked.

Normal large dog stats and abilities as per DRRPG, P 74

HP: 20
SDC: 32

Trade goods: $2,000 worth

[Janxi]

From the Journal of Mariah O'Riordan:

Wave Minus One (Date modified after the Wave -MR)
Pendleton is still receiving casualties, though the base commander said it will stop at 1600 and secure the gates. Kevin's unit has been called to provide casualty care and aid for the sick. We stopped tracking the sick at 5,000. So far, nothing has worked for treatment. I've tried every antibiotic, every antiviral and tea and tonic I could think of. IF this is bioterrorism, it may be one of the best weapons ever. I'm still volunteering in the hanger Kevin's unit is working, just to be close. We're still not sick, but half his unit is now infected.

Wave Day:
Bristol DuPris called and has gone into labor. She was planning a home birth anyhow. No room at the hospital, so looks like Baby Connor will be yet another home delivery by O'Riordan Women's Health!
Connor Harrison DuPris born at 1209 and weighs 8 lbs 10 oz! Mother delivered naturally. Both are healthy and happy. He's got his mother's eyes and his father's nose. Father Vince DuPris still admitted at TriCity: infection. Prognosis: poor.

Oh my Godess! I can't stop crying. I can't believe he's gone! I called Kevin to tell him I was heading home after the delivery. He said the infected were dying and his unit was shifting to mass grave detail. Oh fuck me! I get home and there was a humvee parked on the lawn. I thought he was home! His driver Cpl. Nunez and Sgt. Judson were both armed and grabbed me.

"Miz O! Miz O! He's gone, the freaks got Gunny O! His last order was for us to get the hell out of Pendleton get you and get out to that Army post in the desert, Huachuca!" Judson said.

I begged them to go back for him. Pleaded. "He's dead. He died for us and a few of his men, fighting with an E-tool. They all got up! The dead! He gave us his wedding ring and dogtags. We gotta haul ass, Ma'am!"

They dragged me to the humvee and threw me in. Then I saw it, the first walker, zombie. Nunez got behind the wheel and Judson started shooting as it lurched toward the door.

Now we're hiding out in a park. Roads are full of evacuees and the dead.

Nunez said Huachuca is our destination because "There ain't no one around, only a few more Mexicans."

San Diego is being overrun with the dead. I can't stop thinking of Kevin and the DuPris family. What kind of hell was Connor born into?

Wave Plus Three:
Judson was killed when we stopped to scrounge fuel from a truck. Roads are still packed with people leaving the city. Most have no idea where they are going. We were siphoning diesel from a wrecked cement truck partly blocking the road. People started screaming. Nunez told me to get in, and started the humvee. There was a herd of groaners, moving from car to car. Pulling them out, biting. My brave marines got their rifles and started firing. Then one got close, bit Judson in the throat. It ripped out his larynx and he bled to death on the spot. Nunez shot the groaner, and we were loading up when we heard another groan. Hell, Judson was back up. Nunez shot center mass, and he just kept coming. He shot him in the head. That time he stayed down. Will this nightmare ever end?

We jumped back in the humvee just to get away. I couldn't stop screaming. Nunez spotted a power line right of way, and we've been driving on that, breaking through fences when needed. I think we're about out of town now.

Wave Plus Five:
I used to hate guns, now I have Judson's Baretta, and about a half clip. I'm glad Kevin insisted I learn to shoot a handgun, even though I thought he was ridiculous and macho back then. That self defense class? Never mind muggers and rapists, it's the dead that scare me.

We stopped at a grocery to get supplies. Nunez told me to follow him in because he didn't want me staying alone in the vehicle. The place's windows were smashed, but it was deserted. It was pretty well looted, but when you think about how much is in a store, it would take quite a few people to take it all. From what I've seen, there are much fewer people in the world.

Nunez was loading up on some Veg-All. I told him I thought I heard something, but he said I was getting jumpy. The next minute, I looked up, and a zombie was about to pounce. I pulled the Beretta and shot him through the head.

Nunez said he'd never doubt me again and I would have been a good marine.

I shot a man! Or something that used to be a man. What am I becoming? What is this horror show turning me into?

Wave Plus 12:
Looks like something ahead. Could be a rescue station. I see maybe some police!

Wave Plus 13:
I am now alone, well, without human escorts. Kevin would be proud of his men to bring me as far as they brought me and safely. For every marine and everyone else that died, I pray for you.

It was no aid station. Due to the mass number of refugees and infected leaving SoCal, it seemed the governor of Arizona set up a quarantine. Lines on the road were long, but moving slowly. A camp was set up in Yuma County for all Californians. Anyone suspected of being infected or sick was shot. We stayed in traffic all day in the sun. It was hell. We heard some signs of a heard approaching from the west, and panic ensued. Well, really, more of a riot.

Arizona state troopers and deputies manned the checkpoint, and the firing squads. Some of the people in line started firing. The Arizonans shot back. Soon we heard screams behind us as the dead got closer! We were trapped! Run into the gunfight or run back into herd.

"I'm falling back on my orders. We're going forward," Nunez said. He took my gun back and went blasting, Beretta barking from both hands.

Someone tossed a grenade. I can't remember what happened next, but the checkpoint was smashed and burning when an 18 wheeler hauling gas decided he was going to Arizona come hell or high water.

Nunez, next to me, was dead from a gunshot wound to his head. Under arms, his cover remained on his head. I wish I could have buried him.

I heard a groan. It was a San Diego County Sheriff's deputy up ahead. He was mortally wounded. I guess he decided to head for the hills, too. I did what I could for him. There wasn't much. In his police car, his K9 yelped frantically to get out and protect his dying master.

"Please lady, you gotta get out of here. They'll be here soon." The Deputy, who was named Ramirez, told me. He gave me the keys to his police truck. "Take Taja and go... And before you leave..." He passed me his pistol. "Don't let me join them."

It seems like all I did anymore was cry, and I was doing it again. I pointed the big black gun at his head and fired. I will pray for him later.

I grabbed his ammo belt, knowing what it is like to run low, got into the Ford, and gunned it. Taja seemed to sense the kindness I tried to show her master. She had no malice for me taking his life. Perhaps she could sense it was an act of compassion. With the road cleared, I drove on into Arizona.

We both needed a stop. Taja came and licked the tears that never seemed to stop. My Marine is gone. The Marines he gave me are gone, and yet, I think I have a new friend and defender. Maybe I will make it to Huachuca.

-Subject to review, possibly more to follow.-

[Janxi]

Taja
Age: 2 years, 4 months
Breed: Belgian Malinois
Gender: Female (spayed)