May Roth

Name: May Roth
Nickname(s): May Macbeth
Age: 22
Height: 5’7”
Weight:125lbs
Gender: female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: blonde



Hobbies: Skating, skateboarding.
Talents: Biking, running, swimming, gymnastics, pole vaulting, competitive shooting, Archery. Knows multiple languages including French, Spanish, Mandarin, and German. And many more
Likes: books, singing, underground/indie bands, spicy food
Dislikes: heels, complicated hair styles, math. general scams, cons, spam, embezzlement, cheats, and other underhanded tricks and lies that ruin another’s chance or honest work.




Personality: bright and confident, lively and bold. Takes chances and goes to discover adventure. Brave and determined.
Mentality: hard work gets rewarded but anyone who thinks they deserve more is spoiled and will rot.
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Build:built for murder and party.
Defining Marks: a single butterfly tattoo ont he back of her neck.
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Backstory:

Want to hear a Killer Cinderella story? Actually I’m May Roth and I’ve taken the last name of my new family. The Roth family is fun and incredibly filled with history. Immigrated from Germany and was sent to work as American Spies. They turned the tides of both world wars but if I told you too much of that then obviously I’d have to kill you.

My birth family is alive and well or as well as they could be. They are not homeless or living in poverty or anything. They just found out that they didn’t want a kid anymore so I was given up. So when they signed me out of their lives they went on a two year travel binge. They went to many places including; Paris, Toronto, Osaka, and Disney land. So how shitty did I feel knowing I was just dead weight to them? It seems to contribute to my urge to over achieve and dive right into my need to feel acceptance by my new father figure. Still jokes on them because technically that was the best thing to happen to me.

Like I said I’m not missing out on anything. I went from a comfortable mediocre life to something extraordinary. I buy Gucci and Louis Vuitton by the season and I pretty much am an Olympic athlete and at the top of my class level genius! I work hard and Dad Roth seems proud of me. I can bring out my full potential and expand my horizon.

My older siblings I am at odds with but they have true rights to every thing so I don’t think they feel threatened by me except that I can kick their butts in most subjects or at least go toe to toe with them. It’s a matter of pride with that end. My older and eldest brother is a quiet kind but a stellar politician and lawyer. My sister is drop dead smart and can hack just about anything with electricity. Oh and she is kind of… beautiful but whatever; they are both gorgeous and in a different league of maturity than I think I will ever achieve. I’ve been doing this for half my life while they were practically born with guns and knives in their hands.

Brother treats me alright when he even notices I’m around which usually means he needs something from me, otherwise I feel absolutely invisible, even if I try to get his attention. Still I think there is a recognition of my talents and an unspoken sense of respect from that; respect or impressed that I’m not useless maybe. And sister well… I think she hates me actually. We don’t get along and she notices me but only takes the opportunity to make a remark or scoff at my presence. But she notices me, I can interact with that.

They both don’t expect much from me and I can live with that. It leads to more surprises when I surpass those expectations. So me living my best life, working hard, earning a living, it’s so good it’s murder.