Post by Lillian 'Alecto' Williams on Aug 11, 2011 0:54:22 GMT -5
Hey there, so what's your name for starters?: My name is Lillian Williams, though shortly after the breakout went wide scale I have gone by the moniker 'Alecto' after one of Virgil's three furies.
Interesting, and how old are you exactly?: I am 23.
How exactly would you describe your physical appearance to others?: I am slightly taller than average, though not by much. My stature makes me seem larger and more powerful, though being just about nothing but pure muscle probably helps with that, as well as appearing to be just a hair underweight. I have straight white hair that reaches partway down my back and I have sharp blue eyes. I don't think anyone would call them warm and inviting though, they have always been better described as sharp and intense.
I tend to always have almost a half glare when I am not trying to come off under a different light. I wear custom jeans that I got before the outbreak that are jeans by pattern only. They are white with a blue stripe going down the sides. I wear a bolero of matching material to my pants over a blue halter top. Both my pants and my bolero have intricate blue patterns embroidered around the edges. I have an intricate platinum rosary that has sapphire beads that I always wear, though it is almost always under my halter top and bolero so not many see it.
I have no tattoos or piercings, but I do have several scars all over my body from various blades. Fortunately my 'Celtic' complexion hides them so well that unless you know that they are there and looking for them, you wouldn't see the scar tissue. I don't mind the scars, so I don't try hiding them since each one is a reminder of a mistake I have made and though I have learned from them, it is always nice to have a tangible reminder.
Alright now on a more personal level, what are some of your likes?: I like outlets for my ever-building aggression. So far the two best things I found are saber(essentially female fencing) and shooting at the range.
I like solving puzzles and problems, no matter how big or small. It could be coming up with a superior tactical plan of a past, present or future battle or figuring out why someone's possession is missing. Even if I am the only one to figure it out, I don't always feel the need to share the answer.
I like being better at things than others. It isn't so much a competition most of the time, though if enough aggression has built up it can sometimes devolve into that. I have always just been better so I find it a little disturbing when I am not better.
Very nice, now how about dislikes?: My strongest dislike would have to be that of my father. My reasonings are somewhat personal, though I will say that it wasn't this way before the outbreak.
My next strongest dislike would be the Hardhats and the Lab Coats, though why is a lot more complicated that I'd like to get into. Let's just leave it at they took a lot more from me than most would think.
My final dislike is being useless. Not so much just being useless, but being unable to do anything. Not much of a difference really, but all the difference in the world for me.
Interesting. Now how about something that you fear?: I fear that the reason I.. dislike my father is true. I know it is, though I don't actually have proof and the few occasions I had to actually find out whether or not my reasoning was right about him have always been avoided because of how much I want to be wrong. If I am right, I am afraid of what I might do.
That's terrible! Now how about one really odd quirk of yours?: I have a compulsion to finish things I have started.Lately I have gotten better about this, so if I am part of something someone else has started I can generally stop whatever it is I am doing with little more than the desire to keep on going. If it was something I started though, it would take something extreme to get me to not finish it. It's a lot like breathing for me.
Cool, now a brief history about yourself.: Life for me growing up was probably as close as one could have to being a princess. I never had a need or want that didn't go unfulfilled and I always had the best of everything. My parents, my father especially, were probably some of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the upper echelons that few knew even really existed.
Though I love her, my mother was always a card short of a hand. I got most of my looks from her. My father, on the other hand, was brilliant. He was probably the best genetics expert before I was born and those not wealthy enough never saw or heard of his work. He had a less than remotely legal practice and the last experiment he personally did was probably me. I guess you could say I got most of my smarts from him and the rest of me was probably comprised of his 'gifts'.
I was no Mozart growing up, but I was definitely a cut above everyone else. I guess I was that annoying person who was good at pretty much everything I did, though this only lasted until around when I became a teenager. At that point I seemed to have grown a rather aggressive streak with a corresponding level of awareness to my surroundings. I think I overheard my father explaining to one of the people who paid to have a similar (though toned down version) procedure done to their child before they were born as being an unexpected survival mechanism from a more primitive section of genes. I didn't really care at the time, I wanted to break something at that point.
Luckily I picked up saber at one of the academies I attended as I moved around the world with my parents. I found it allowed me to relieve my built up aggression while entering some sort of state where I could either focus my complete energy on one thing or simply have a blissful period of nothingness in my mind. Even better, the more I practiced the more control I had over my aggressive streak and the longer it took before I had to find an outlet.
Until just before the breakout life continued the same and I was in a university where I had managed to actually make a couple friends who I could actually call friends. Though I still had a lot of work on my aggressive streak, I didn't scare them off when they got too close and one of them even suggested I pick up range shooting.
On a whim the three of us started sneaking off campus (my father had me watched constantly, I was crucial to his un-needed income after all) and down to a local range that was more than willing not to know of our existence after we exchanged a little cash. It was just as good as saber for my aggression and it was where I was when the virus reached the point that everything turned to hell. When the parents of the rich kids sent in their personal forces and whatnot to retrieve their children before they went into hiding and caused a panic. In the confusion my friends and I ended up being left behind and we decided to stick together.
Survival was always easy since we were the first to have really worked together in our area, but as a few more details about the virus emerged I couldn't help but start thinking my father had some connection to it or the lab coats. Between that and the bombs that were being dropped we decided to start try and rebel, each taking up the moniker of one of Virgil's three furies since we fit the descriptions fairly well.
We only lasted a few months or so, but we felt we definitely left a mark. Hopefully it wasn't for nothing since it ultimately led to the deaths of several people who had initially just been trying to survive.
Our small rebellion wa quickly whittled down to Megaera, Tisiphone and myself with a small handful of other survivors. With the growing losses and lack of sleep we had made too many mistakes and that was when I made my biggest one. In my exhaustion I wrote notes which were found by the Hardhats and our hideout was discovered through them.
Tisiphone was killed in the initial attack before we really had any idea what was going on and we all scrambled to escape leaving behind various things we each held as important. They had most of our exits covered, but we were lucky enough to have had a couple they hadn't found and Megaera and myself got lucky choosing one of those. Unfortunately we were stupid and thought we could pull enough of them off in a distraction to help some of the others get out. There were far too many of them and Megaera was captured allowing me to escape. He must have known that I had intended to try and get him back and pulled out his revolver. We had tried to make it a practice that if you knew you were going to die, you should take as many with you as you could.
They didn't realize he had the gun until it was too late, five of the six rounds emptied into two of his captors. Then he looked at me and smiled before eating the sixth. With all of that I was in shock, a fact in which I have no doubt. I wandered through a forest, losing my blade somewhere along the way, when I came upon a boat in a stream and decided to climb into it and ride the stream wherever it would take me. I won't lie, I hoped for death but woke up and found myself in a different city and the burning desire to survive in spite of the Hardhats, the Lab Coats and my father. Whether or not I would try to buld an army and truly rebel, join one that already existed or try and go it alone didn't matter. They started an impossible war and I was half-tempted to make it my own if I could find a way to do it without dieing before I was sure I had won. For now I would have to play it safe with the locals to get a feel of where they stand.
Interesting, and how old are you exactly?: I am 23.
How exactly would you describe your physical appearance to others?: I am slightly taller than average, though not by much. My stature makes me seem larger and more powerful, though being just about nothing but pure muscle probably helps with that, as well as appearing to be just a hair underweight. I have straight white hair that reaches partway down my back and I have sharp blue eyes. I don't think anyone would call them warm and inviting though, they have always been better described as sharp and intense.
I tend to always have almost a half glare when I am not trying to come off under a different light. I wear custom jeans that I got before the outbreak that are jeans by pattern only. They are white with a blue stripe going down the sides. I wear a bolero of matching material to my pants over a blue halter top. Both my pants and my bolero have intricate blue patterns embroidered around the edges. I have an intricate platinum rosary that has sapphire beads that I always wear, though it is almost always under my halter top and bolero so not many see it.
I have no tattoos or piercings, but I do have several scars all over my body from various blades. Fortunately my 'Celtic' complexion hides them so well that unless you know that they are there and looking for them, you wouldn't see the scar tissue. I don't mind the scars, so I don't try hiding them since each one is a reminder of a mistake I have made and though I have learned from them, it is always nice to have a tangible reminder.
Alright now on a more personal level, what are some of your likes?: I like outlets for my ever-building aggression. So far the two best things I found are saber(essentially female fencing) and shooting at the range.
I like solving puzzles and problems, no matter how big or small. It could be coming up with a superior tactical plan of a past, present or future battle or figuring out why someone's possession is missing. Even if I am the only one to figure it out, I don't always feel the need to share the answer.
I like being better at things than others. It isn't so much a competition most of the time, though if enough aggression has built up it can sometimes devolve into that. I have always just been better so I find it a little disturbing when I am not better.
Very nice, now how about dislikes?: My strongest dislike would have to be that of my father. My reasonings are somewhat personal, though I will say that it wasn't this way before the outbreak.
My next strongest dislike would be the Hardhats and the Lab Coats, though why is a lot more complicated that I'd like to get into. Let's just leave it at they took a lot more from me than most would think.
My final dislike is being useless. Not so much just being useless, but being unable to do anything. Not much of a difference really, but all the difference in the world for me.
Interesting. Now how about something that you fear?: I fear that the reason I.. dislike my father is true. I know it is, though I don't actually have proof and the few occasions I had to actually find out whether or not my reasoning was right about him have always been avoided because of how much I want to be wrong. If I am right, I am afraid of what I might do.
That's terrible! Now how about one really odd quirk of yours?: I have a compulsion to finish things I have started.Lately I have gotten better about this, so if I am part of something someone else has started I can generally stop whatever it is I am doing with little more than the desire to keep on going. If it was something I started though, it would take something extreme to get me to not finish it. It's a lot like breathing for me.
Cool, now a brief history about yourself.: Life for me growing up was probably as close as one could have to being a princess. I never had a need or want that didn't go unfulfilled and I always had the best of everything. My parents, my father especially, were probably some of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the upper echelons that few knew even really existed.
Though I love her, my mother was always a card short of a hand. I got most of my looks from her. My father, on the other hand, was brilliant. He was probably the best genetics expert before I was born and those not wealthy enough never saw or heard of his work. He had a less than remotely legal practice and the last experiment he personally did was probably me. I guess you could say I got most of my smarts from him and the rest of me was probably comprised of his 'gifts'.
I was no Mozart growing up, but I was definitely a cut above everyone else. I guess I was that annoying person who was good at pretty much everything I did, though this only lasted until around when I became a teenager. At that point I seemed to have grown a rather aggressive streak with a corresponding level of awareness to my surroundings. I think I overheard my father explaining to one of the people who paid to have a similar (though toned down version) procedure done to their child before they were born as being an unexpected survival mechanism from a more primitive section of genes. I didn't really care at the time, I wanted to break something at that point.
Luckily I picked up saber at one of the academies I attended as I moved around the world with my parents. I found it allowed me to relieve my built up aggression while entering some sort of state where I could either focus my complete energy on one thing or simply have a blissful period of nothingness in my mind. Even better, the more I practiced the more control I had over my aggressive streak and the longer it took before I had to find an outlet.
Until just before the breakout life continued the same and I was in a university where I had managed to actually make a couple friends who I could actually call friends. Though I still had a lot of work on my aggressive streak, I didn't scare them off when they got too close and one of them even suggested I pick up range shooting.
On a whim the three of us started sneaking off campus (my father had me watched constantly, I was crucial to his un-needed income after all) and down to a local range that was more than willing not to know of our existence after we exchanged a little cash. It was just as good as saber for my aggression and it was where I was when the virus reached the point that everything turned to hell. When the parents of the rich kids sent in their personal forces and whatnot to retrieve their children before they went into hiding and caused a panic. In the confusion my friends and I ended up being left behind and we decided to stick together.
Survival was always easy since we were the first to have really worked together in our area, but as a few more details about the virus emerged I couldn't help but start thinking my father had some connection to it or the lab coats. Between that and the bombs that were being dropped we decided to start try and rebel, each taking up the moniker of one of Virgil's three furies since we fit the descriptions fairly well.
We only lasted a few months or so, but we felt we definitely left a mark. Hopefully it wasn't for nothing since it ultimately led to the deaths of several people who had initially just been trying to survive.
Our small rebellion wa quickly whittled down to Megaera, Tisiphone and myself with a small handful of other survivors. With the growing losses and lack of sleep we had made too many mistakes and that was when I made my biggest one. In my exhaustion I wrote notes which were found by the Hardhats and our hideout was discovered through them.
Tisiphone was killed in the initial attack before we really had any idea what was going on and we all scrambled to escape leaving behind various things we each held as important. They had most of our exits covered, but we were lucky enough to have had a couple they hadn't found and Megaera and myself got lucky choosing one of those. Unfortunately we were stupid and thought we could pull enough of them off in a distraction to help some of the others get out. There were far too many of them and Megaera was captured allowing me to escape. He must have known that I had intended to try and get him back and pulled out his revolver. We had tried to make it a practice that if you knew you were going to die, you should take as many with you as you could.
They didn't realize he had the gun until it was too late, five of the six rounds emptied into two of his captors. Then he looked at me and smiled before eating the sixth. With all of that I was in shock, a fact in which I have no doubt. I wandered through a forest, losing my blade somewhere along the way, when I came upon a boat in a stream and decided to climb into it and ride the stream wherever it would take me. I won't lie, I hoped for death but woke up and found myself in a different city and the burning desire to survive in spite of the Hardhats, the Lab Coats and my father. Whether or not I would try to buld an army and truly rebel, join one that already existed or try and go it alone didn't matter. They started an impossible war and I was half-tempted to make it my own if I could find a way to do it without dieing before I was sure I had won. For now I would have to play it safe with the locals to get a feel of where they stand.
