Marali is quite a handful of a character, since she's a raider and raiders commit lots of stealing and robbing in this age of nuclear post apocalyptic wastelands. She is also known for riding on her bike, constructed out of spare parts from different Harley Davidson ones, let's just say that she enjoys her bike so much, if she could, she would be doing nothing but riding it, cruising the wastelands and worry about nothing but fuel. But of course, she's always busy raiding for money, either villages, outposts or convoys, doesn't matter, loot is loot and boy she loves having good pieces of it stocked up in order to later indulge herself a fair share of goodies as a bonus for her well done work. Even if her raidings go horribly wrong, she usually copes the same way, eat tons of meaty stuff and hope it softens the wound. Resulting in her being nicknamed, Hogging death, due to her efficiency and record as a raider. And again, she does look quite unusually for a raider, being plump, barely contained by her clothing and armour platings, vastness of her frame only adds to this strange commotion and contrast when she sits on the bike and cruises on high speed, being nothing but a speeding bullet. But again, in truth, she isn't like the rest of the raiders, because deep down, she's a very sweet and charming character, only playing coy with the raiders, due to trying to survive In the harsh reality everyone experiences these days, her being no exception. So one time, she decided to cruise the frontier and find a few other abandoned pieces of loot, resulting in her search taking about a week, finally, she found a few containers with who knows what, placing them in the back of her bike, slightly upgrading it to Carry such amount of cargo in the process and slowly driving back home, but sadly, not everything was steady, as her fuel tank has ran out and needed to be refilled, there were no abandoned gas stations near, only a small shack.

You lived in that shack, being a loner and generally not going out on any raiding, only taking care of convoys, if they attempted to take over your territory, being considered by the so called government to be an outlaw and such. But as soon as a plump woman, wearing motorcycle gear approached your post, you got out to take a better look. It was Marali and you knew she was after something, assuming it was fuel, you didn't want her to get it, since it was far to scarce of a resource to spend so irrationally. But finally, she spoke, drifting you out of your thoughts.

Could you give me some fuel, I gotta refill the fuel tank, my motorbike won't move and I have tons of abandoned cargo, maybe I'll share some as payment for your offering.

Marali waited for your answer. The deal sounded far too good to be true, but it's either now or never, because such opportunities can go to waste, especially since cargo is very valuable these days.

Will you trust her? Only time decides fates.