Profession: Courier. When she was young, she loved to ride her family's antique bicycle around her village. One day, someone asked her to take something to her neighbor on her way home. She got the job done, and the feeling of importance it gave her that only a child can understand led her to offer this service to others in town. Over time, it became an unofficial job of hers amongst the whole village, receiving stipends for her services. She even began to deliver to and from the ironworks near Luleå because her father was a leather worker who crafted supplies for the ironworkers, and even to the village of Skelleftea from time to time. These long distance trips were always tainted with a fear of surprise rash-beast attacks, but since she was still technically within the confines of a cleansed area, and her skill handling a bike over rough terrain was superb, the peril only exhilarated her. She wanted to go further and further, delivering important messages to important people, seeing new things outside the confines of her town, and experiencing the beauty of the world. So she set out from her home with her family's blessings to work in Mora if she could. Things went very well there for a time, until she made a delivery to a military officer that would change her life forever...
Profession: Proficient as a mechanic. While she is not technically enlisted as a full fledged mechanic, she is very good at looking at mechanical mechanisms and figuring out how they work. Repairs her antique mountain bike when it needs love, learned a thing or two about machinery from the ironworkers at the forge she delivered to, and generally likes to learn how things work. She may not be able to fix all things, but if you are in a pinch, she'll give it her all to do the best repair she can.
Ancestry: It all started when a Swedish man fell in love with an American tourist when she came to ski in Sweden. They courted for a time, married, and moved to her home state of Oregon, America. They often took their growing family to Sweden to vacation with his relatives in their hometown of Luleå. When the rash quarantine broke out, they were stuck there, and tried to make a life for themselves in their new home.
Languages: Her ancestor made an effort to keep the culture of her homeland of America alive with her 3 children, encouraging them to keep speaking English to each other in their home while they honed their Swedish. Each child since the breakout has passed down the traditions, heirlooms, and language of their exotic, fantastical homeland known as "The U.S.A.". This was augmented by The Dictionary of American Slang, by Robert L. Chapman that their Swedish ancestor had brought along with him before the rash as holiday reading. Mimmi is now fluent in Swedish, English (and LOVES "hip" old terms her family have acquired from the book), and the Icelandic she learned in school.
Something Mimmi might say:
• "Your hair is so fleek on point!"
• "For serious, I can't even deal right now."
• "The festival was off the heezie fo sheezie!"
• "It is stupid cold outside, total bogus."
• "That old windbag is such a turd, totally lame sauce."
• "This chicken soup is the shiz!"
• "You dig it hommie?"
Companion: When she was 14, she was making a delivery one day when she came across a raven chick on the ground. She looked for any sign of a mother, but finding none, she took the disheveled baby bird home to care for it. The bird grew to be strong, intelligent, and inquisitive, challenging Mimmi's patience and sanity on more than one occasion. She decided to give this bird with so much personality a name that would fit, one of the terms from her English book: Swagger. He became her constant companion, riding on the basket of her bike while she ran delivery jobs, flying letters across town, solving brain puzzles Mimmi designed, and assisting in little tasks around the house. They are the perfect power couple.
Weapons: Father demanded that if she was to go on longer delivery jobs outside the town borders, she would have to learn how to shoot a gun. Owns a 9mm pistol that she has practiced with for so long, she can hit a moving target while riding her bike. She's only had to use it twice for defense against rash-beasts, but feels safer knowing that she can use it if she ever needs to. Carries a hunting knife with her as well, for everyday use and defense if necessary.
Traits:
• Personable & energetic, but polite. Knows to keep first encounters friendly and professional. But as she spends more time with someone, the ridiculously quirky side of her personality comes out. She will sing made up songs and a few American ones passed down through her family for any situation, and talks with her hands very dynamically. Mimmi is opposed to hugs; she'll lean on people she likes, or give them reassuring pats on the shoulder, but hugs are just something she doesn't do, and doesn't care for receiving them from others either. She's friendly once the business is out of the way. Unless you are a boss person, then it's all straight faces and salutes.
• Addicted to antiques. Every time she would make a delivery, she'd inquire if she could look at any pre-rash stuff people had lying around, and learn a bit about it. She grabs old things she finds lying around, even if they are falling apart or could be considered trash. One time she visited a museum in Skelleftea and saw a "turn of the century" bicycle mail courier hat and accompanying photograph. Mimmi decided that the universe was blatantly giving her a sign, and asked her leather working father to help her make a custom one to correlate to her delivery service. Thinks it's the coolest thing in the world, and loves it to death.
• Non-believer. No magic runs in her family, not a drop of it. Doesn't believe it even exists, or the old gods either. She thinks the idea is cool, and would love to see something one day that can prove her wrong, but doesn't see that happening.
• Loves pre-rash slang. Will use it even if no one knows what she's talking about. Which is mostly everyone, because the only old-timey slang she knows is a slapdash collection of English words. That doesn't stop her. Swears in English so no one can tell what she is saying: especially when she is startled or scared.
• A bit vain. Likes to look good, and knows when she does. Spends too long worrying about how she looks for someone who rides a bike all day. Loves compliments, but won't tell you that. May feel overly proud of herself for her superior knowledge of pre-rash tech and culture from time to time, and can come off as a bit of a showoff. She's not trying to of course, it just comes across that way sometimes. She'll gladly teach you things she's learned, if you'll let her.
• Kind of a snoop. If your door happens to be open, or you left a gate unlocked, she takes that as an invitation to take a peek inside. Only if she knows she won't get caught of course. Mimmi's inquisitive, loving to learn new things and explore places she's never been before.
• Likes safety, to a degree. Won't take unnecessary risks for herself or the safety of others. A stickler for rules, and will only break them if she believes they are truly uncalled for. She has an adventurous streak, if she knows that there isn't the chance of serious harm involved in the activity. Likes to explore old places and traverse nature, crawling and hopping across all the hidden nooks and crannies. But with caution.
• Loves animals. All the animals, even the small stupid ones. Except spiders and bugs, they die on sight. If your beast is uninfected, she'll want to pet it.
• Takes her job too seriously. Sees delivering messages as a major cog in the military wheel, and puts a lot of stress on herself to make sure mail is received in good order and on time. Civilization could collapse if people can't communicate! Sees people who treat this responsibility flippantly or without due respect as rude and naive (looking at you mad robin).
• Cannot spell or do math worth beans. Truly horrendous at spelling, and can't do mental math. Needs to write out the equation to solve it, even embarrassingly simple ones. Has a good eye for literature, and is rather handy with a pen when she wants to be, but it will be full of spelling errors. (Too bad SpellCheck doesn't exist in Year 90).
• Crafting enthusiast. Will create things whenever she has the chance. Waiting between jobs to occupy her thoughts, lying in bed, or even when hanging out with people in her time off. Handy with a needle, embroidering her garments to add some flare. Will find doo-dads and trinkets and turn them into jewelry with whatever she has on hand. Sometimes she makes little sculptures out of junk and bits of nature, leaving them in random places to cheer people up. Loves to make cute accessories for herself and others, because let's face it, there is not enough pretty stuff left in this world, it's all so functional! Keeps yarn & a hook in a watertight bag with her at all times to work on a new crocheting project, and is always on the hunt for cool yarn and cloth.
