A nervous, easily frightened little lamb, Mary would puff up her fur and hide inside herself whenever she was embarrassed or scared. She may have constantly been racked with nerves, but that didn’t stop her from firing off her trusty bow or chucking those exploding thinger-ma-bobs she always carried around. After lobbing an explosive or two, she preferred to hide out in her puffy fluff until the coast was clear. She’d poke her head out first to make sure the enemy had been burnt to a crisp, and if they hadn’t… She’d let loose an arrow from afar to deliver the final blow.