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Frozen. Chills up her spine. Her hands trembling, her breath short. Her world crumbled before her. The girl forgot to do her homework
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8 yrs ago
sorry Brain my Christmas is too intoxicated with Guys at Posts. I will get a Beer up tomorrow
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8 yrs ago
~and those who are drunk *hiccup*
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8 yrs ago
There are two kinds of people in this world; those who like Christmas, and those who are potatoes.
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About Tera
Name: Terra Occupation: Game Dev
Never Ending To-Do List ಠ‿ಠ 1. Character Sheet [Volæria: A Red Rose in November] 2. First IC [HACKERS.CHATROOM] 3. Character Sheet [Walking Dead: Europe] 4. Character Sheet [The Manta Lines] 5.
Name: Doctor Ludendorff Age: 35 Number of Confirmed Kills: 24 Personality: bad-tempered, lone wolf, cold-blooded Backstory: Born in a well-educated family in German, Ludendorff followed his mother's footsteps and finished his PhD in medicinal chemistry at the age of 25. He then moved to the US and became a physician. Ludendorff had always been fascinated about the work of poison within the human body. As he became too obsessed with toxicology, the physician was soon suspended indefinitely from his drug practices for crossing the line when he administered his patients with unauthorized drugs (actually poison), almost killing them in the process of his "little experiments". He wanted to continue his research in poison but the society seemed to find his ways a bit too unconventional and immoral. This was why he decided to become an assassin, as he could always test his newly created poisons on his targets without much restriction; since the dead never complains anyway.
After packing up essential stuff for a scavenging run, Rick left the house with Rocky, leaving Angie back home for cleaning duty. The man secretly noticed that Angie really disliked being left alone, as her eyes quickly turned watery albeit her attempts to force a smile whenever she heard about his plans; but he also knew that this would train her to be more independent.
They had to take a rather long stroll to reach their scavenging location. The houses nearby had already been thoroughly ransacked by the trio after months of scavenging. The journey was rather uneventful other than one or two undead popping up randomly along the street that Rick could immediately destroy using a simple disposable homemade spear - a sharpened wood stick. He would first signal Rocky (They had a lot of practices together on combat tactics over Winter) to immobilize the zombie by biting its thigh as the man swiftly moved in to deliver a finishing blow by pushing the spear through its neck. The strategy proved to be extremely efficient and relatively risk-free.
Half an hour of tedious walking passed by before they arrived at the destination. Rick checked his map. This is the last street within the housing district that they had not checked. After this they would have to go way further. Might even need to change our hideout spot, he thought, and he quickly surveyed the street. No signs of undead or the living, but the man knew better to drop his guard. An unknown danger is always the most deadly one. Together, Rick and Rocky began their daily routine as they carefully entered the first house of the street.
Angie
Cleaning Job
"Safe trip ~!" Angie smiled as brightly as she could, as she sent the two most important persons left in her world out of the house.
"Remember to close the door, and hide if you hear sounds ~"
"I know ~ I know ~" she repeated cheerfully as she pushed a worried Rick out of the door, "Don't worry and bye ~!" and she slammed the door shut with all her might before her tears started dropping again. This is just like when mommy daddy left Angie...
She lied against the front door as she looked back into the house. It was a long corridor connecting the living room, the kitchen, and a stairway to the bedrooms. She was all alone now, and the house's corridor seemed strangely unfamiliar again. Don't think of scary things, don't think of scary things... you have something more important to do, the little girl walked upstairs as she tried to distract herself by recalling what cleaning tasks Rick had left her to do for the day. Fold the clothes, sweep the floor, pack the garbage, check water collector... what else?
Over the last winter, Angie had grown to be much more independent than she could ever be before the outbreak - she had learnt by herself on how to do easy tasks such as brushing her teeth and changing her clothes; but the girl wanted to feel more useful instead of being just a burden to the group. She asked Rick to teach her on simple housework, and would always volunteer to help on things. Now she could perform the tasks without much help, and Rick felt more comfortable leaving Angie with the house's cleaning job.
"Squeak ~!"
...what was that? she froze on the stairs, as the girl thought she heard something.
"Squeak~" and then some noises of scratching.
Something was definitely in the house, and it came from one of the three bedrooms. Angie shivered as she braced herself to the rooms, trying to find the source. First, she opened the master bedroom slightly and peeped inside. Mommy's and daddy's room... A room twice that of Angie's with a wooden flooring and clean white walls. A queen size bed where Rick now slept during the night, and some simple bedroom furniture. There was also a picture window leading to the balcony. This was where Rick placed his DIY water collector and hanged the clothes. Everything seemed perfectly in place. Angie closed the door as she moved on to check the next room, her sister's.
No one had ever slept in Angie's sister's bedroom ever since the outbreak. Things were kept in place just like how it was when she was alive. A wooden flooring like the master bedroom and light pink walls. a single bed, a wardrobe, random posters hanging on the walls, and a small barricaded window. There was no way something would get into this room from the window.
Looking at her sister's room always reminded Angie about the outbreak. The kid was pretty much devastated when she learnt about her sister's death from Rick a couple months ago. As a 4 year-old girl who was still new to the concept of dying, it took her a lot of time to digest the idea of not being able to see her sister ever again. For a whole month, she had been crying herself to sleep and would at times screamed her sister's name within her nightmares. The girl really missed her sister.
There was nothing in mommy's room, and nothing in sister's... that means... The girl jumped as she heard the scratching sound again. I-it is in my room... She turned the door knob and pushed the door ajar, slowly and as quietly as she could. Then she saw it. Something was moving on the window's sill. A tiny creature covered with bloodied flesh and black fur. It was an infected rat. Aparrently it came in from the window. Angie regretted not closing the window when she went down for breakfast.
"Squeaak~!" The rat sensed Angie's presence as it quickly dropped down on the bed and thudded on the floor, charging towards her. The girl jumped and instinctively closed the door as fast as she could, just in time before the rat slammed right into the door from the other side. Angie trembled as she felt the rat scratching on the door, attempting to get through to her. Chills ran down her spine and she sobbed. Please come back fast, Rick ~ Rocky ~
Rick & Rocky
Scavenge Run
On the other side of Brooklyn, Rick and Rocky had just finished searching the third house on their supply run. They did not find anything particularly useful or remotely edible so far. Bad day, and they were running low in food supplies. Rick slashed out another house from his map as he took a rest in the house's kitchen after some rummaging. His recovering left leg got him tired easily these days.
He was offering Rocky a drink when he noticed it. There was a trail of footprints not belonging to the man or Rocky in the kitchen - the accumulated dust had made it easily visible. It was also too organized to be an undead's one. Comparing the footprints with his own made it fairly easy to deduce the time they were left. "Fresh footprints, possibly left by a woman not long ago today," he thought intuitively. Somewhere within Rick told him that he had the knowledge and experience of tracking down people with footprints before; but he did not think about it too much, as he always had moments of flashbacks after he lost his memory during the outbreak. More importantly right now was he needed to decide whether to follow the tracks or simply ignore them and continue his scavenging run.
The owner of the footprints will either be friendly or hostile. Rick was more worried about the latter. It would be a trouble if the person found out about them and followed them back to their hideout secretly. It will still be better to identify the person's location and her intention first, Rick decided, as he signaled the dog to sniff and follow the scent of the person who left the footprints. "Rocky, sniff."
It took roughly a minute for Rocky to find the exact smell to follow. It would sniff around the kitchen as Rick subtly guide it back to the footprints. When it had pinpointed the exact scent and the direction the target was going, it started moving quickly following the track, taking in more short, quick sniffs. They got out of the house when they heard sounds of door banging nearby.
After packing up essential stuff for a scavenging run, Rick left the house with Rocky, leaving Angie back home for cleaning duty. The man secretly noticed that Angie really disliked being left alone, as her eyes quickly turned watery albeit her attempts to force a smile whenever she heard about his plans; but he also knew that this would train her to be more independent.
They had to take a rather long stroll to reach their scavenging location. The houses nearby had already been thoroughly ransacked by the trio after months of scavenging. The journey was rather uneventful other than one or two undead popping up randomly along the street that Rick could immediately destroy using a simple disposable homemade spear - a sharpened wood stick. He would first signal Rocky (They had a lot of practices together on combat tactics over Winter) to immobilize the zombie by biting its thigh as the man swiftly moved in to deliver a finishing blow by pushing the spear through its neck. The strategy proved to be extremely efficient and relatively risk-free.
Half an hour of tedious walking passed by before they arrived at the destination. Rick checked his map. This is the last street within the housing district that they had not checked. After this they would have to go way further. Might even need to change our hideout spot, he thought, and he quickly surveyed the street. No signs of undead or the living, but the man knew better to drop his guard. An unknown danger is always the most deadly one. Together, Rick and Rocky began their daily routine as they carefully entered the first house of the street.
Angie
Cleaning Job
"Safe trip ~!" Angie smiled as brightly as she could, as she sent the two most important persons left in her world out of the house.
"Remember to close the door, and hide if you hear sounds ~"
"I know ~ I know ~" she repeated cheerfully as she pushed a worried Rick out of the door, "Don't worry and bye ~!" and she slammed the door shut with all her might before her tears started dropping again. This is just like when mommy daddy left Angie...
She lied against the front door as she looked back into the house. It was a long corridor connecting the living room, the kitchen, and a stairway to the bedrooms. She was all alone now, and the house's corridor seemed strangely unfamiliar again. Don't think of scary things, don't think of scary things... you have something more important to do, the little girl walked upstairs as she tried to distract herself by recalling what cleaning tasks Rick had left her to do for the day. Fold the clothes, sweep the floor, pack the garbage, check water collector... what else?
Over the last winter, Angie had grown to be much more independent than she could ever be before the outbreak - she had learnt by herself on how to do easy tasks such as brushing her teeth and changing her clothes; but the girl wanted to feel more useful instead of being just a burden to the group. She asked Rick to teach her on simple housework, and would always volunteer to help on things. Now she could perform the tasks without much help, and Rick felt more comfortable leaving Angie with the house's cleaning job.
"Squeak ~!"
...what was that? she froze on the stairs, as the girl thought she heard something.
"Squeak~" and then some noises of scratching.
Something was definitely in the house, and it came from one of the three bedrooms. Angie shivered as she braced herself to the rooms, trying to find the source. First, she opened the master bedroom slightly and peeped inside. Mommy's and daddy's room... A room twice that of Angie's with a wooden flooring and clean white walls. A queen size bed where Rick now slept during the night, and some simple bedroom furniture. There was also a picture window leading to the balcony. This was where Rick placed his DIY water collector and hanged the clothes. Everything seemed perfectly in place. Angie closed the door as she moved on to check the next room, her sister's.
No one had ever slept in Angie's sister's bedroom ever since the outbreak. Things were kept in place just like how it was when she was alive. A wooden flooring like the master bedroom and light pink walls. a single bed, a wardrobe, random posters hanging on the walls, and a small barricaded window. There was no way something would get into this room from the window.
Looking at her sister's room always reminded Angie about the outbreak. The kid was pretty much devastated when she learnt about her sister's death from Rick a couple months ago. As a 4 year-old girl who was still new to the concept of dying, it took her a lot of time to digest the idea of not being able to see her sister ever again. For a whole month, she had been crying herself to sleep and would at times screamed her sister's name within her nightmares. The girl really missed her sister.
There was nothing in mommy's room, and nothing in sister's... that means... The girl jumped as she heard the scratching sound again. I-it is in my room... She turned the door knob and pushed the door ajar, slowly and as quietly as she could. Then she saw it. Something was moving on the window's sill. A tiny creature covered with bloodied flesh and black fur. It was an infected rat.
"Squeaak~!" The rat sensed Angie's presence as it quickly dropped down on the bed and thudded on the floor, charging towards her. The girl jumped and instinctively closed the door as fast as she could, just in time before the rat slammed right into the door from the other side. Angie trembled as she felt the rat scratching on the door, attempting to get through to her. Chills ran down her spine and she sobbed. Please come back fast, Rick ~ Rocky ~
Rick & Rocky
Scavenge Run
On the other side of Brooklyn, Rick and Rocky had just finished searching the third house on their supply run. They did not find anything particularly useful or remotely edible so far. Bad day, and they were running low in food supplies. Rick slashed out another house from his map as he took a rest in the house's kitchen after some rummaging. His recovering left leg got him tired easily these days.
He was offering Rocky a drink when he noticed it. There was a trail of footprints not belonging to the man or Rocky in the kitchen - the accumulated dust had made it easily visible. It was also too organized to be an undead's one. Comparing the footprints with his own made it fairly easy to deduce the time they were left. "Fresh footprints, possibly left by a woman not long ago today," he thought intuitively. Somewhere within Rick told him that he had the knowledge and experience of tracking down people with footprints before; but he did not think about it too much, as he always had moments of flashbacks after he lost his memory during the outbreak. More importantly right now was he needed to decide whether to follow the tracks or simply ignore them and continue his scavenging run.
The owner of the footprints will either be friendly or hostile. Rick was more worried about the latter. It would be a trouble if the person found out about them and followed them back to their hideout secretly. It will still be better to identify the person's location and her intention first, Rick decided, as he signaled the dog to sniff and follow the scent of the person who left the footprints. "Rocky, sniff."
It took roughly a minute for Rocky to find the exact smell to follow. It would sniff around the kitchen as Rick subtly guide it back to the footprints. When it had pinpointed the exact scent and the direction the target was going, it started moving quickly following the track, taking in more short, quick sniffs. They got out of the house when they heard sounds of door banging nearby.
What was that sound? Angie opened her eyes, startled. She found herself laying sideways on her bed, staring at her bedroom door. Someone, or something, was out there. Don't open it...
Where is daddy and mommy? She wondered, as she looked around her room. It was pitch dark. Don't open it...
The banging stopped for a second, then the sound of heavy breathing and wood scratching. W-who's there? she sat up, hugging her koala plushie with her as she stood up timidly facing the door. Don't open it...
Where is the light? W-why is it so dark here? she sobbed, braving herself to step towards the door. Sis, i-is that you? This is NOT funny ~ I'll tell daddy about it...Don't open it...
The noise stopped as she arrived at the door. W-who is this? I'll open it now... Tiptoeing, she tried to reach for the door knob~ Don't open it...
"Bang!"
The door responded with a loud slam, and she woke up.
Sunlight shone over the opened window, caressing Angie's chubby cheek as she woke up from her nightmare, sweating hard. She sat up and listened carefully. Noises of morning wind brushing through tree leaves, the sizzling sound of Rick's cooking downstairs. There was no signs of undead. Another bad dream~
The girl left her koala toy on her bed as she changed into the long sleeve T-Shirt and denim pants Rick prepared her the night before. She looked around. Her bedroom looked exactly the same like how it was when her parents were still around. Purple walls with a lilac carpet flooring. A single bed right beside the window and a reach-in closet that was big enough for Angie to hide in.
A couple of months had passed since the initial outbreak, Angie's parents never got back from their work and her sister was dead. She shivered slightly, as the four year-old recalled vividly how scared she was, being left all alone in the dark before Rick and Rocky found her. It's okay now silly, she comforted herself; she was now living together with the two of them.
Rick
In the kitchen, Rick was cooking with a gas stove. They had scavenged a box of gas canisters from the neighborhood two weeks ago. He had to gather firewood to start a fire whenever they needed to cook back then; and last winter was really tough, as they almost died starving.
He knew that Angie had woken up as he heard footsteps running down the stairs. Just seconds later, a tiny head popped out peeking from behind the door. "Good morning ~!" she giggled and ran in cheerfully hugging on Rick. "What's for breakfast today?" she asked, smiling as the girl looked at him.
"Spaghetti with mushrooms and ham," the man replied, smiling back gently. Rick had been stuck with Angie for months now, knewing that she was a burden as she could not do anything herself and he had to protect her every now and then from the undead. The kid was often positive, but at times when things got tough she would break into tears easily; and Rick needed to find ways to comfort her. He could have left her alone where he found her, but he also knew that she could never have survived a day out there on her own. He liked the kid.
Rocky
Rocky came in from the living room, wiggling its tail as the aroma of food reached the dog's sensitive nose. "Good doggy ~" Angie patted Rocky's head as she helped Rick put its food on the floor. Rick had cooked a separate serving of spaghetti for Rocky without the sauce. Together, the trio enjoyed their brunch together before starting another day out in the dangerous post-apocalyptic world.
before outbreak: "Ink" (Pen Name) after outbreak: "Rick"
▪ Gender ▪
Male
▪ Age ▪
32
▪ Appearance ▪
Facial: Rather handsome looking. He has a scar on his right eye (got it when he was trying to kill a struggling woman by suffocation), and he told people that he got it during a hunt. Height: 6’2” (189.0cm) Weight: 176.0 lb (79.8kg) Physique: Tall, lean and mascular. His body is well tanned from the days he went swimming.
▪ Ethnicity ▪
Italian American
▪ Birth State ▪
Clifton, New Jersey, US
▪ Living Location (before outbreak) ▪
He lived with his parents in Clifton, New Jersey before his parents decided to migrate back to Italy upon retirement. He then moved into his current apartment in Brooklyn, New York.
▪ Family members ▪
Father (retired university professor in criminology), mother (retired nurse)
▪ Roles (before outbreak)▪
Online Mystery Writer (freelance) Psychopath Serial Killer "The Womanizer"
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
ten dollar bill and a mechanical watch with the name "Rick" carved behind it
Before Amnesia: Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging, Assertive (ISTJ-A) After Amnesia: Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving, Turbulent (ISFP-T)
▪ Strengths ▪
physically strong, a handyman and has a broad knowledge on firearms
▪ Weaknesses ▪
On contrary to most psychopaths, Richard was not a good talker. He knew that he would stammer with words if he were to engage in lengthy arguments. That is why he kept himself away from group conversations and always delivered his messages short. He was not a good liar either, luckily often times it was the women who initiated the conversation.
After outbreak: Richard fractured his lower left leg and needed time for recovery. He also suffered a series of amnesia as a result of the shopping mall incident.
▪ Fears ▪
Before outbreak: Almost fearless, Richard was a logical emotionless monster. He thought that deaths would eventually occur to everyone and there was nothing to be fear about. After outbreak: He feared that he would no longer remember who he was... little did he know that he would live in a greater fear if he found out about the person he used to be.
▪ Background ▪
Before Outbreak: Growing up in a rather literate family, Richard easily finished his university first class as an English major. He took a job as a part-time high school teacher but quitted months later as he found out that he was not that fond of social interactions. He started writing online and earned himself a living.
Secretly, Richard was a psychopath serial killer. He never knew why he did it. It just grew on him. As a rather handsome looking man, women would try to hook him up whenever he went to nightclubs or bars to drink. He never liked the attention. He thought that they were pretentious and fake. As a result, he always lured his victims to a motel and killed them.
As an online mystery writer, Richard had a great knowledge in crimes, firearms, and police procedures. This is what helped him to commit the perfect crimes. He knew at least a hundred of ways to dispose evidence and keep a low profile. he had a lot of connections with criminal groups and also law enforcers to help him with his story ideas. This was how he met his close friend Rick Lincoln.
Richard was a quiet man and preferred his time alone. He lived independently in an apartment in Brooklyn and had few actual friends. During his free time, he would workout at the gym or have a swim in his apartment pool. Other times, he would go to the local shooting range to practice on targets or even hunt in the wild. He has a shotgun license and a hunting license. He believed that a healthy body leads to a healthy mind, which would aid him in his mystery writing. Richard also liked to go to the local cafe and spend his time reading novels and online stories. He enjoyed the atmosphere of a quiet place with the smell of caffeine. Richard cooked well and had some basic knowledge in fixing things. He lived well on his own.
During Outbreak: Richard’s close friend, Rick Lincoln was an NYPD police officer of the 28th Precinct Division in Brooklyn. He was suspicious of his friend’s recent activities and after a month of private investigation, He found out concrete evidences that Richard was the murderer behind a series of brutal killings of young women. He lured Richard out to the local shopping mall and confronted him. They had a big fight within the shopping mall when Rick attempted to take Richard into custody after Richard refused to submit himself.
Just then, a truck swarmed with undead swirled into the shopping mall crashing into columns of walls, causing the mall to collapse. Debris dropped on the floor, overloading the latter and causing it to collapse as well. Along with hundreds other shoppers, Richard and Rick fell through the ground onto the parking lot. Rick was killed immediately by a large falling ceiling debris, while Richard fell unconscious, with his left leg stuck under a fallen piece of concrete.
After Outbreak: He woke up in the car park several hours later. He could not remember anything, including who he was. There was nothing but a ten dollar bill in his pocket, but he realized that there was something in his left hand. It was a mechanical watch with the name "Rick" carved behind it.
▪ Name ▪
"M-my name isss An-gie."
▪ Gender ▪
"I have long hair... so I am a girl."
▪ Age ▪
"Mommy says I will be *shows four fingers* this much age next month!" (grins)
▪ Appearance ▪
"Me pretty~!"
▪ Birth State ▪
"I liveee in Nud York, why are you asking?" (innocent face)
▪ Family Members ▪
"I have a moommy~ and a daaaddy~ and a sistaaah~ Do you know where they are now?"
▪ Role ▪
"you know, mommy would walk me to school everyday."
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
▪ Strengths ▪
"Daddy says I am very strong. I can show youu.." *tries to pick up rock*
▪ Weaknesses ▪
"Me no weakness! Me stronk!"
▪ Fears ▪
"Where is you mommy? daaddy?! Why is it so dark here?" *Sobs*
▪ Background ▪
Her parents were caught in the outbreak on their way back home and died instantly having a terrible car crash. She was having a nap in her room upstairs when undead flooded into her house. Unfortunately her sister was in the living room and could not escape her deadly fate.
▪ Name ▪
Rocky
▪ Gender ▪
Male
▪ Age ▪
10 (an old dog)
▪ Appearance ▪
Shepherd dog
▪ Birth State ▪
New York
▪ Family Members ▪
Owner - Rick Lincoln
▪ Role ▪
retired police dog
▪ Starting Fortune ▪
a collar tagged with name "Rocky"
▪ Strengths ▪
Extremely well trained general purpose police dog. High obedience on humans it trusts.
▪ Weaknesses ▪
Even a dog can be affected by its age. Reaction speed has gotten slower, and its stamina is not as good as it used to be.
▪ Fears ▪
visual height intolerance
▪ Background ▪
After years of service under the police force, Rocky retired with honor and was under its operator Rick's care. Rocky was having a stroll within the neighborhood led by a part time dog walker (Rick was on police duty) when the outbreak occurred.
Swarm of zombies took on the dog walker within seconds and devoured her. Rocky was frightened and confused by the sudden turn of events and escaped back to its owner's house. It would soon realize that it was no longer safe to go home.
Holed-up Location: Angie's house, Brooklyn, New York, US. Location Condition: House clean and well barricaded with wooden planks. Water and electricity out. Getting cold.
Group Members Condition:
Physical Health
Mental Health
"Rick"(Richard)
Fractured left leg recovering
Amnesia still active, minor headache
Angie
Healthy
Paranoid, easily scared, and tearful
Rocky
Healthy
Healthy
Starting Supplies (a couple months after, before first IC post):
Food: canned food from shopping mall [3 days] Water: bottled mineral waters [1 week], beer [1 month] from shopping mall Medical Supplies: simple first aid kit [incomplete] Weapons: household graded weapons (kitchen knives, garage tools, sport bat, etc..) [unused] Clothing: Men's wear left by Angie's father [enough to last winter], Angie's clothes [the girl's growing fast] Transport: Bicycle found nextdoor[punctured tires] Valuables: 2565$ cash found in house [rich], a handful of jewelries by Angie’s mom [rich] Others: A collection of household items and furniture [clean and unbroken]
Nationality: the United States (secretly from the Chinese Empire)
Ethnicity: Russian
Appearance: Silky blonde hair with crystal blue eyes.
Occupation: Fashion Designer (Spy from Chinese Empire to infiltrate the upper-class world in the United States)
Place of Residence: Living alone in a penthouse apartment on top of a 60-stories tall apartment complex. Has a rooftop swimming pool that she likes to swim in.
Fortune: Has a personal designer studio in Cañon City with a few employees.
Cybernetics: Self-designed bioluminescent tattoo for aesthetic purposes.
Augmented reality contact lens allowing her to design things anywhere anytime she wants. Also allow her to access espionage instructions from the Chinese Empire and hack into any information systems within her line of sight.
Pet: Espresso, a male genetically engineered cyborg dog. Christina designed it to be steampunk style. It has a chimney on its back that emits fumes with a pleasant smell of coffee aroma.
Background: Born as an orphan in what was Russia in the Chinese Empire, the girl was sent to a spy institute and brought up as a secret agent for the government. Instead of a real name, she was given the code name Agent 584 like any other orphaned kids there. Together with the others, Agent 584 underwent extremely cruel and inhumane trainings on how to be a perfect spy. She struggled greatly in her tests in physical endurance, but was able to make up for it with her speed and dexterity. Agent 584 excelled within the class in her intelligence and espionage skills. She became the third best agent in her class when she graduated from the institute at the age of 16.
Agent 584 was immediately briefed and deployed to the United States for her first espionage mission. They forged her a new identity as Christina Young, a 16 year-old United States girl with her parents killed in a terrible hyperloop accident. With her clever sweet talking skills, she was easily adopted into a rich Doyle family, and was then sent to a famous polytechnic university in Cañon City to learn about fashion design. The girl graduated two years later first class in her course and started her career as a fashion designer.
Christina was a really creative girl and had good intuition in art. She made good use of progammable fibrous robots and began organizing dynamic runways that were very innovative within the fashion industry. It quickly became viral and Christina gained the spotlight of the fashion world. With some financial support from her foster parents, she started running a fashion design studio in the Cañon City and immediately received a number of clients from big clothing companies. While running her own business, Christina did not lose focus on her actual spy mission. She started attending fashion events and was able to meet and make social connections with the upper-class society. From time to time, she was able to extract information crucial to the Chinese Empire in advancing its military operations. Agent 584 proved to be a useful asset to the Chinese government.
Relationships: Doyle family Members: Mabel Wayne (Grandmother), Charles Doyle (Father), Emily Watson (Mother), Bryan Doyle (Older Brother)
Running its own alcoholic beverage business (Doyle's Alcoholics) and owning 33% share of the hyperloop company, the Doyle's family is one of the wealthiest in Cañon City. Having the desire to have a daughter (and party out of guilt for Christina's parents' hyperloop tragedy), Charles and Emily decided to adopt the orphaned girl into the family. They treated and loved her well, just like their own child.
Bryan, Christina's new foster brother was an architect. He had a crush with her since the first time he set his eyes upon the girl. The young man was soon conflicted with dilemmas of whether to make his move on Christina, as it would seemed to be an incest although they were not actually related by blood. Bryan treated Christina very well and was willing to spoil her in anyways he could.
Not everyone in the family welcomed Christina in open arms; Mabel Wayne, Christina's foster grandmother judged her with suspicions. She was skeptical of Christina's real origin and the story she told the family about how her parents died in the hyperloop tragedy. She treated the girl with a cold shoulder.
Studio employees Members: Emma Clarke(secretary cum treasurer), David Reynold(main designer cum fibrous robots programmer), Martin Wesley(main designer cum events overseer), several others part-time designers
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Not really done, I'll finish the relationship section about her employees, describe a bit about her habits, and add a description on her personality later after work today. But we can start the first post xD
Nationality: the United States (secretly from the Chinese Empire)
Ethnicity: Russian
Appearance: Silky blonde hair with crystal blue eyes.
Occupation: Fashion Designer (Spy from Chinese Empire to infiltrate the upper-class world in the United States)
Place of Residence: Living alone in a penthouse apartment on top of a 60-stories tall apartment complex.
Fortune: A personal designer studio with a few employees.
Cybernetics: Self-designed bioluminescent tattoo for aesthetic purposes.
Augmented reality contact lens allowing her to design things anywhere anytime she wants. Also allow her to access espionage instructions from the Chinese Empire and hack into any information systems within her line of sight.
Pet: Espresso, a male genetically engineered cyborg dog. Christina designed it to be steampunk style. It has a chimney on its back that emits fumes with a pleasant smell of coffee aroma.
Background: Born as an orphan in what was Russia in the Chinese Empire, the girl was sent to a spy institute and brought up as a secret agent for the government. Instead of a real name, she was given the code name Agent 584 like any other orphaned kids there. Together with the others, Agent 584 underwent extremely cruel and inhumane trainings on how to be a perfect spy. She struggled greatly in her tests in physical endurance, but was able to make up for it with her speed and dexterity. Agent 584 excelled within the class in her intelligence and espionage skills. She became the third best agent in her class when she graduated from the institute at the age of 16.
Agent 584 was immediately briefed and deployed to the United States for her first espionage mission. They forged her a new identity as Christina Young, a 16 year-old United States girl with her parents killed in a terrible hyperloop accident. With her clever sweet talking skills, she was easily adopted into a rich Doyle family, and was then sent to a famous polytechnic university in Cañon City to learn about fashion design. The girl graduated two years later first class in her course and started her career as a fashion designer.
Christina was a really creative girl and had good intuition in art. She made good use of progammable fibrous robots and began organizing dynamic runways that were very innovative within the fashion industry. It quickly became viral and Christina gained the spotlight of the fashion world. With some financial support from her foster parents, she started running a fashion design studio in the Cañon City and immediately received a number of clients from big clothing companies. While running her own business, Christina did not lose focus on her actual spy mission. She started attending fashion events and was able to meet and make social connections with the upper-class society. From time to time, she was able to extract information crucial to the Chinese Empire in advancing its military operations. Agent 584 proved to be a useful asset to the Chinese government.
Relationships: Doyle family Members: Mabel Wayne (Grandmother), Charles Doyle (Father), Emily Watson (Mother), Bryan Doyle (Older Brother)
Running its own alcoholic beverage business (Doyle's Alcoholics) and owning 33% share of the hyperloop company, the Doyle's family is one of the wealthiest in Cañon City. Having the desire to have a daughter (and party out of guilt for Christina's parents' hyperloop tragedy), Charles and Emily decided to adopt the orphaned girl into the family. They treated and loved her well, just like their own child.
Bryan, Christina's new foster brother was an architect. He had a crush with her since the first time he set his eyes on the girl. He was soon conflicted with dilemmas of whether to make his move on Christina, as it would seemed to be an incest although they were not actually related by blood. Bryan treated Christina very well and was willing to spoil her in anyways he could.
Not everyone in the family welcomes Christina in open arms; Mabel Wayne, Christina's foster grandmother judged her with suspicions. She was skeptical of Christina's real origin and the story she told the family about how her parents died in the hyperloop tragedy. She treated the girl with a cold shoulder.
Studio employees Members: Emma Clarke(secretary cum treasurer), David Reynold(main designer cum fibrous robots programmer), Martin Wesley(main designer cum events overseer), several others part-time designers
Felice: ~and he escaped into the woods and killed himself here? Ivan: Apparently, but I don't think it was a suicide. He seems... partially melting or digested. Felice: How about that freaking hole on his chest? Isn't that a stab wound? Might have stabbed himself with the knife he's holding. Ivan: Looks like the killing blow... but weird there's almost no blood on the wound... Felice: Fucking true. A stab in the chest like that and pulling out immediately would result in a hell lot of blood. Things just get weirder and weirder today... Brad, should we bury him? Ivan: Wait I-I will check Adam's belongings and see if he had any food ration left... Felice: ...always the logical guy huh? Rest in peace Adam. Brad: ...I'm checking with Emily and the girl. Felice: Okay. [cut off]
[Sound of running and the audio recorder brushing against pants] [Gunshots and man shouting in background] Brad: [shout out] Emily run!!! Emily: [panic voice] Wait what? What's happening?! [running stop] Brad: One guard just went berserk! Started shooting down people... I'll carry the kid [sound of lifting]. Lets go! [guard shouting from distance, running started again]
(Ten Minutes later) [Running stopped] Emily: [heavy breath] Where's Felice and Ivan?! And other guards? Brad: The guards went down first. Ivan as well... Felice and I got separated. Emily: [cries] I wish this is all just a nightmare! Brad: Same. Okay kid off you go, now don't be scared everything will be... you are unusually calm for your age aren't you? Emily: [serious tone] Brad. I have something I need to tell you. It is about our findings. Brad: Emily, this is not the time~ Emily: The fog is blood. [silence] Brad: What do you mean? Emily: The mist, the vapor in the air that surrounded us all along. I'm telling you they are actually made of blood. Brad: Wait, no. You are making no sense. You are telling me that... Emily: Yes, I made some analysis myself and discovered about it days ago, but I couldn't believe it and I didn't want to shock everyone. Brad: B-but the composition, you told me that it was iron...w-wait I-iron in haemogoblin? Emily: You realize now how the composition ratio resembles blood content? Brad: N-no, you can't detect iron in haemogoblin... Emily: Unless it is disintegrated. The blood is disintegrated by something and spread in the air. [silence] Brad: ... Brad: ...... Brad: ......... Emily: Brad? You okay? What are you looking at? Brad: Ha, Brad: Haha, Brad: Hahahahahahahahhahaahhaahhahahhahahahahahahaha~! Emily: Oh my god Brad! Why are you laughing? Brad: Adaaammm~ hey I thought you were deeaad~! [laughs hysterically] Emily: No, no Brad you are scaring me!! [footsteps] Come on girl, we need to go~ [Emily screams] Brad: Adam~! Why are you doing this?! This is Emily, don't hurt her... Emily: [screams in pain and cries] B-brad~ It's me!! Y-you are not thinking clear. [sound of falling and brushing on grass] No~ please don't get close to me~ [panic] no put the knife down~! No~! [noises of stabbing and screaming] ... [screaming dies] Brad: [sound of lifting] Adam got Emily! Jesus! Girl we need to leave this place. [Running sound] ???: [giggles] ...
Brad: Look, kid. A building! [sound of running and stop] Brad: There's a wired fence in the way... [Tap on fence] We need to get around it into the building. Hey someone's over there! [shout out] Help! Oh good they are coming over to us. ???: [giggles, jumps off Brad's back] Brad: [confused] W-wait where are you going? What's that in your hand? I-is that my knif~ [knife slashing sound] ... [sound of choking, liquid flowing and body falling down] ???: [giggles] You are last. [sound of people approaching] ???: [amused] Mys mys... look what we have here... pleasure to meet you girl, where did you come from? ???: [orders] Soldiers, apprehend the kid and stabilize her with an injection. She's under hallucination. [sound of footsteps rushing] ???: Oh yes~ Ewiger Herbst, they always have such beautiful red leaves, as if it is forever autumn. Though they are capable of secreting hallucinogenic serum on their tree barks... Pretty, yet deadly, just like our charming little girl here. ???: [giggles] ???: From the man's belongings, it seems like they were from the US embassy... do we dispose her just like the other woman we caught just now? ???: No need, Doctor Ludendorff. I'm intrigued... [footstep closer] ???: [gently] Oh! Look how rude am I to not introduce myself to such a lovely lady... I am Lt. Colonel Christoffer; you can call me Chris. And~ do I have the pleasure to know your name, my lady?
Jess: [giggles]
I'm Jess.
A Adam B Brad C Charles D Don E Emily F Felice G Grace H Helen I Ivan J Jess
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