Mare was driving her larger than life truck loaded with her equipment and armed to the T with guns of all sizes and power. She was speeding through the desert, her hair blowing in the wind and her steampunk glasses covering her bright green eyes from the flying dust. She was enjoying herself for once in her life when suddenly she started to lose control of her vehicle. Afraid that she was going to possibly flip it, she braked and stopped the truck.<br/><br/>Aggravated as hell, Mare jumped out of her truck and slammed the door. She walked to her tires and saw that they had been shredded to pieces.<br/>"What the hell...?" Mare asked herself softly. She lifted her goggles and looked around confused. She bit her lip softly and rubbed her chin before sighing angrily and rooting through her truck for anything to fix it with. When she found nothing she decided that she somehow had to make it back to the Rogue Quarters to get new tires.<br/><br/>With a groan and heavily annoyed sigh, Mare grabbed her bag full of supplies and started the long hike back to the Rogue Quarters, her goggles covering her unmistakeable green eyes. She wore long leather pants with knee high lace up boots, her shirt was just a vest that buttoned up. Her tattoos were showing on her arms but not on the rest of her body. Her tattoos stretched from her neck all the way down to her ankles, it was meant to be a petty sign of her tampering her "blessed body" which was said by her parents.