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[b]Name:[/b] Audrey Webner
[b]Nickname(s):[/b] N/A
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Age:[/b] 22 years, 11 months

[b]Height:[/b] 5’ 7”
[b]Weight:[/b]  165 lbs

[b]Occupation:[/b] Economics Student, Unemployed 
[b]District:[/b] Alpha, 2 (by circumstance) 

[b]Personality:[/b] 
Audrey is obedient. She has been pruned for social perfection since childhood – as far back as she can remember; maybe six or seven years of age? Her mother was a disciplinarian when it came to etiquette, charm, and influence. Her father bore the heavy hand of knowledge, order, and wealth. In the public eye, Audrey is the ideal model of an Alpha Zone woman.
 
As such, she exhibits the stereotypical traits of a wealthy heir. Her airy, posh sense of entitlement is a perfect camouflage when mingling with other women, and men, of the better districts. She can even be as ignorant and self-centered as the majority, sometimes. But behind the backs of her critical peers Audrey struggles with inadequacy. For reasons she can’t explain, a paralyzing fear of rejection haunts her every move. 
Compliance brings opportunity and reward. Divergence brings… something as bad as the stories from Zone Beta. 

[b]Biography:[/b]
It always seemed to be raining in District 17. Even when the rain was welcome it was mostly acidic, trickling from the heavy clouds that braided through the daunting skyscrapers. One rainy night was especially terrible for Lonnie. 

Lonnie? Yes. Audrey Webner’s true name is Lonnie Harlon; but she wouldn’t recognize that name anymore. On that fateful night sixteen years ago, a six year old street-shank was given a second chance at life and left her entire identity behind her. 

Bleaker St. was darker than a BoD’s dirty black armor – or their agenda, depending on which one you talked to. The only thing that lit the puddled street was the neon that hung from the upper stories. Underneath that dim fluorescent glow was a little girl, holding the hand of her father while he held the neck of an empty bottle. Tom Harlon’s rigor veins were hard under his skin, like metal chords pushing through a plastic bag. The years of drunken dependency, child-rearing, and drug addiction had finally taken its toll. With no mother to speak of, Lonnie was officially alone in the world. 

Her future was grim, but Lonnie couldn’t let her only family member – damaged as he had been – rot without ceremony in an alley. Law enforcement might ignore her plea for help altogether. They might send her to one of the orphanages that her father warned her about, but that would be slightly better than starving. Maybe. Engrossed in contemplation, Lonnie met her fate in the eyes of Margret Webner. 

Margret and Geoff Webner were victims of the unthinkable. While District 2 is one of the safest places to live it is not perfect. Better security means better criminals, and Alpha criminals’ offenses were those of the worst rank. Child abduction for pornography and molestation was one of those offenses. Five years had passed since their three year old daughter was stolen from their neighborhood, and Margret hadn’t stopped searching. No district was off limits. [i]She could be anywhere[/i], she thought. But soon the only recognizable piece of Audrey Webner was her mother’s memorized description – until she met Lonnie. 

“Are you alone, little girl?” the childless mother asked.

“Yeah,” Lonnie replied.

“I am also alone. Do you have a place to go? Family to go home to?”

“No,” she answered again. 

“Would you like to come with me? I could make you very happy,” the woman said on bent knee. Her eyes looked as wet as Lonnie’s disheveled boots, even under her pretty white umbrella. 

“Yeah,” was the only thing the little girl could think of saying.

“Yes,” her new mother corrected. 

The next day, Lonnie, falsified as a recovered Audrey in every identification system between District 17 and District 2, began a new life. Everything was available to her. Everything was given to her until there was no room left in her mind for the horrible past that she'd lived through. If there were any Gods out there, they'd given her a second start. She wouldn't waste it. 
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