Maribell Dickson

## Biography

Maribell grew up on a small farm with her papa and two older brothers. Her mother died in childbirth when she had her. Without a feminine influence, she grew up more like a boy than a girl. She could hunt, wrestle, and work just as much as her brothers, and they accepted that because it's what they knew. She worked on the farm until she was roughly 12, when her father was convinced by a lady at the church that Maribell needed to be raised like a lady and convinced him to send her to a school "to make her proper." Once she turned 13, her father sent her away to the school. She felt completely out of her element. She tried to stay strong and do as her father wished, but she knew this life wasn't for her. She attempted many times to run away and was finally successful shortly after she turned 15. As soon as she broke free, she started to travel back to her home. She left the school dressed in what she had, which was a far cry from what she wore at home. Upon her arrival, she noticed the house was unusually dark. The curtains were not pulled back, the cattle were moaning in the distance, crying out in hunger. The barn doors were ajar, the chickens were no longer in the yard. She moved slowly toward the door to the house, which moved with ease once she placed her hand on it. Candles had been melted down, the house felt cold and had a smell she hadn't been familiar with. She called out "Papa?" to no response. She began pushing back into the house, her shoes sticking to the floor. She looked down and saw her father before her, lifeless and bloated with a green cloth over his face. She dropped down to him, flinching as she touched his cold body. She looks up into the room, noticing it is in disarray as her eyes slowly adjust. Her mother's hope chest turned and empty. She looked back down to her father and began to cry. She immediately thought of her brothers. She remembered the barn door was open and ran out. There she found one of her brother, Ellis, slain. Throat slit, dried blood staining his work clothes, the same green cloth adorning his face. Again she began to cry. She mustered up enough strength to search for her other brother, but was unable to locate him. Eventually she went back to the barn, piled up some straw and fell asleep. The next day, when she finally made herself get up out of the straw, she made her way to town to find out what happened to her family and if her brother was safe. She had been gone 3 years and no one in the town had recognized her. She went to the sheriff's office and noticed a WANTED flyer hanging, a gang that goes by the Dirty Dublins, wanted for many murders and thefts, leaving a green cloth on their victims. Right away, she knew who was to blame for this. And would they get justice? Obviously the sheriff couldn't find them, and Brandi was just as rough-and-tumble as any man. Brandi took of, out into the unknown to seek justice for her family. Eventually, she ran into a group of vagabonds. The group took her in, calling her "Miss High Society" on account of her fancy clothes. She adapted to their way of life, which was doing what they had to do to survive. With the vagabonds, she learned how to steal, lie, deceive, and get by. After being with them for a couple years, she eventually broke off on her own, with full intentions on finding those who murdered her family. She went from town to town, looking for the Dirty Dublins, stealing and manipulating along the way. Miss High Society was quickly becoming what she started out hunting.