Hokai, I believe I've got it done now. Let me know if there's anything I've screwed up on.http://i41.tinypic.com/242aaly.jpg
Current conviction: 3
I've not written it yet, but I was thinking that for her backstory, either A. Her daughter was killed during the event that got her imbued or B. social services took said daughter away after her imbuement because it looked like she'd gone crazy. Because of this, she's out for undead blood. Sound good?
EDIT- OK, that's bigger on screen than it was in Paint. Linked instead of displayed as an image.
EDIT 2- Appearance and backstory
Appearance: Mary has a slightly pale, freckled complexion, brown eyes and mid-back length red hair, usually tied back in a ponytail. She usually wears off-brand trainers, jeans and Tshirts when not in her work uniform. During cold weather, she also wears an m1942 US army overcoat, originally her grandfather's.
Mary O'Sullivan is one of the horde of working class Irish-Americans scattered across the US. She's lived in Brookvale for about ten years now, being originally from Chicago. Her story is a typical one- she moved away from home after graduating from high school, got a job as a waitress to pay for a college course and never quite made it, instead staying in the diner for the next decade. If it weren't for the events of just over a month ago, she probably would have stayed there until retirement, bringing up her daughter Katheryn as best she could. Raising her alone (the father having just been a one night fling with unforeseen consequences) in a fairly rough neighbourhood was a challenge, but she coped.
The predictable familiarity of her life was shattered one evening, in mid January of this year. It had been a long day at work, and she was exhausted. Her feet and head aching from serving tables all day, Mary decided to take a bus home rather than walk as usual.
She waited at the bus stop for several minutes. Accompanying her were several youths and a middle aged man in a fairly decent suit. After five minutes or so of shivering and waiting for the bus, the scene changed. Everything felt somehow... wrong
... Mary looked up. The first thing she noticed was the bus timetable- gone were the route codes and times, in their place a stark message- STOP THEM. The next thing she noticed was the guy in the suit. Where there had previously been a slightly overweight businessman type with thinning hair, there was now a decaying thing, hideous to behold. It noticed her staring at it. Looking at her with milky white eyes, it opened its mouth. Before the monstrosity could do or say whatever it planned to, Mary attacked. She had no weapons to bear, but in that moment it didn't matter. She had to choose between fight and flight, and her choice was clear. There are some things that simply must not
She got in one punch, then the youths were upon her, grabbing her arms and pulling her away. They did not comprehend. All they saw was some crazy woman flipping out and attacking an innocent man. The thing managed to get away in the confusion as passersby saw what was going on and tried to help.
Mary spent a night in the police station. Telling the cops what she saw didn't help at all. All it did was make them want to test for drugs. Of course none were found, but her mental stability was still questioned. Still, she was released and went home. Over the next few days, she prepared for the worst- her uncle, a retired Chicago PD beat cop, had insisted she take a few items from his firearm collection when he learned where she was moving to. She hadn't touched them once since moving in (except for one occasion when she thought she heard someone breaking in), but now she re-acquainted herself with them. How could she not, knowing what she now knew? She had no idea how good a gun would be against those things, but even the slightest advantage would help immeasurably.
Meanwhile, her friends and coworkers were getting worried- ever since her 'nervous breakdown' her behaviour had been strange and erratic. She was acting paranoid, avoiding people and places she had once frequented, often going to strange places and frequently turning up late to work looking like she hadn't slept. As well as concern for her, people worried for poor little Kathy- her mother surely wasn't being a good influence, and some even said the child might be in danger around her. A report was sent to Social Services explaining people's suspicions. A couple of weeks later, far faster than would normally be expected, an HHS agent knocked on her apartment door, backed up by a pair of cops. Mary argued and pleaded, but to no avail. They took her daughter. As they were leaving, Mary had a sudden flash of vision- only one of the people who took Kathy was actually human. The other two were rotting horrors, just like the man at the bus station. She ran at them screaming, but they were in a car and driving away before she could reach them. They had stolen her daughter. She had failed to stop them, failed to protect the most important thing in her life. Now there was no point in living. After a couple of days of hysterics and a failed suicide attempt, Mary vowed to get her revenge on these monstrosities. She realised she had been mistaken- there was still a reason for her to keep on living. Even if it killed her, she would track down and rescue her daughter if at all possible, and if not then rid the world of as many of those hellish creatures as she could.
NOTE- I was aiming for the American equivalent of the DSS. I think
the HHS is right. Correct me if I'm mistaken.