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His gaze fled the one of his daughter as he disengaged the safety and pointed in her general direction, only to line up his shot does he look at her and, for the fraction of a second, locks eyes with her. The full weight of what he was about to do dawned on him as his will was utterly broken, he could not bring himself to pull the trigger and threw the gun on the ground. The mother commented on how pathetic he was, pulling him back the way they came from and never even glancing back as they disappeared in the depths of the forest. | His gaze fled the one of his daughter as he disengaged the safety and pointed in her general direction, only to line up his shot does he look at her and, for the fraction of a second, locks eyes with her. The full weight of what he was about to do dawned on him as his will was utterly broken, he could not bring himself to pull the trigger and threw the gun on the ground. The mother commented on how pathetic he was, pulling him back the way they came from and never even glancing back as they disappeared in the depths of the forest. | ||
The first few hours were filled with confusion and desperation, thinking that she could redeem herself somehow she stayed near the point where she was left and apologized for everything she could remember, until nothing came to mind anymore. Hunger take the place of her usual dinner, as she fiddles with the noose, it takes some time before she decides to bite it, which hurts but works. She sees the forest around her turn ever darker as the sun sets, and she comes to understand that she will be spending the night here, alone. not knowing anything about survival, she clears up an area to lie down and takes her dad's gun as the forest darkens ever more and her fear wells up. To her, this is only something you see in trids or in ads for private bodyguards, it somehow makes the baddies go away. | The first few hours were filled with confusion and desperation, thinking that she could redeem herself somehow she stayed near the point where she was left and apologized for everything she could remember, until nothing came to mind anymore. Hunger take the place of her usual dinner, harrowing nights the place of her comfy bed and ever so slowly, instincts the place of her innocence. Her hunger pushed her to search for food sources, she was quickly turned off of fruits and berries after she tried to eat toxic ones and writhed in pain from their effects, so she turned to her sense of smell to direct her to a different food. What was once a cute bunny now looked like one of the best meals she could gather up for herself. | ||
Weeks would pass of learning, the hard way. Always on the move, she discards her clothes and imitate the wildlife she observes right before hunting them down with throwing rocks and sharp stabby ones | |||
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as she fiddles with the noose, it takes some time before she decides to bite it, which hurts but works. She sees the forest around her turn ever darker as the sun sets, and she comes to understand that she will be spending the night here, alone. not knowing anything about survival, she clears up an area to lie down and takes her dad's gun as the forest darkens ever more and her fear wells up. To her, this is only something you see in trids or in ads for private bodyguards, it somehow makes the baddies go away. | |||
The night was harrowing, every sense of hers were in alert, picking up even the most minute details. Not being able to rely on her view much, she was keenly aware of any noise or smell that made it's way to her. She stayed static and coiled around her father's heritage for the better part of the night, feeling stalked. at some point a form surged from a nearby bush, prompting her to get up and run for her life. Not looking back, she would stumble, fall and scratch herself until exhaustion, at which point she tried to be discreet for the rest of the night. | The night was harrowing, every sense of hers were in alert, picking up even the most minute details. Not being able to rely on her view much, she was keenly aware of any noise or smell that made it's way to her. She stayed static and coiled around her father's heritage for the better part of the night, feeling stalked. at some point a form surged from a nearby bush, prompting her to get up and run for her life. Not looking back, she would stumble, fall and scratch herself until exhaustion, at which point she tried to be discreet for the rest of the night. | ||
Revision as of 17:17, 12 March 2021
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| Parkour Satyr | |
|---|---|
| Traditionnal Druid Survivalist | |
| Critter handler | |
| Discord | @Onebi#3563 |
| Onebi | |
| Metatype | Orc (Satyr) |
| Street Cred | 0 |
| Notoriety | 0 |
| Public Awareness | 0 |
| CDP | 64 |
| D.O.B. | 27 May 2058 |
| Age | 26 |
| Folder | Milliam's Folder |
| Priority | Metatype - C Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - B Skills - E Resources - C |
Character Information
Summary
Survivalist Satyr running in the shadows of the sixth world's jungle at full speed, alongside her cyber-ed up Panther.
Goals
- Build herself a spot of paradise on these rooftops.
- Help fight against those that would like to step on nature for their benefit.
- Find like minded individuals.
Archieved
Background
Milliam was abandonned by her parents at a young age, in fact as soon as she started manifesting her metahuman traits. They went out in the deep of the forest and there, they attached her to a tree. Her mother lured her in with a smile only to turn cold as soon as her child was trapped, she then ordered her father to "do what he had to do". Sensing something was deeply wrong she started pleading to her parents about what she might have done wrong, but no answer came as her father pulled a hold-out pistol out of his coat. His expression full of conflict, he visibly was battling against himself.
His gaze fled the one of his daughter as he disengaged the safety and pointed in her general direction, only to line up his shot does he look at her and, for the fraction of a second, locks eyes with her. The full weight of what he was about to do dawned on him as his will was utterly broken, he could not bring himself to pull the trigger and threw the gun on the ground. The mother commented on how pathetic he was, pulling him back the way they came from and never even glancing back as they disappeared in the depths of the forest.
The first few hours were filled with confusion and desperation, thinking that she could redeem herself somehow she stayed near the point where she was left and apologized for everything she could remember, until nothing came to mind anymore. Hunger take the place of her usual dinner, harrowing nights the place of her comfy bed and ever so slowly, instincts the place of her innocence. Her hunger pushed her to search for food sources, she was quickly turned off of fruits and berries after she tried to eat toxic ones and writhed in pain from their effects, so she turned to her sense of smell to direct her to a different food. What was once a cute bunny now looked like one of the best meals she could gather up for herself.
Weeks would pass of learning, the hard way. Always on the move, she discards her clothes and imitate the wildlife she observes right before hunting them down with throwing rocks and sharp stabby ones
--- as she fiddles with the noose, it takes some time before she decides to bite it, which hurts but works. She sees the forest around her turn ever darker as the sun sets, and she comes to understand that she will be spending the night here, alone. not knowing anything about survival, she clears up an area to lie down and takes her dad's gun as the forest darkens ever more and her fear wells up. To her, this is only something you see in trids or in ads for private bodyguards, it somehow makes the baddies go away.
The night was harrowing, every sense of hers were in alert, picking up even the most minute details. Not being able to rely on her view much, she was keenly aware of any noise or smell that made it's way to her. She stayed static and coiled around her father's heritage for the better part of the night, feeling stalked. at some point a form surged from a nearby bush, prompting her to get up and run for her life. Not looking back, she would stumble, fall and scratch herself until exhaustion, at which point she tried to be discreet for the rest of the night.
The first rays of light made their ways through the leaves, as her sleep deprivation started to manifest. She however pushed on, looking for anything human she moved through the forest to no avail. This night she prepared for another harrowing experience, she tried to hide as well as she could but ended up falling asleep, her body aching, hungry, and tired. The following days would follow up a similar pattern, her clothes started to waste away and she spent more and more time sleeping as her hunger rose.
Desperate for food she tried eating those red, alluring grapes. The taste was horrid and she ended up vomiting them hours later. Her lethargy grew to such a point that moving became hard. Her salvation came in the form of a young deer, majestic and elegant creature that it was, prodding her body in her sleep with curiosity. She would not move, out of fear and lethargy as it continued.
A sharp pain followed by a deafening detonation triggered deep instincts in her. Grab. Pull. Smash. Bash.. Eat. The gun discharged when she clenched her hand on it's trigger, the deer having accidentally walked on her leg.
She had a special link with animals that revealed itself when she and a female panther bonded, from then on she grew up in the forest among a group of large cats, her adepts talents enabling her to compete with her four legged counterparts.
One day, Her and her closest companion, Dumas the panther, had to regain civilization following an incident that grievely injured him. to save his life, Milliam had to contract a heavy loan for the installation of life saving ware in Dumas, which pushed her to find money, in the shadows most notably.
Today she just got to seattle after paying off her debt, a new beginning perhaps ?
Narrative Significant Qualities
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Run History
Affiliations
Contacts
| Contact | Connection | Loyalty | Archetype | Profession | Aspects | Chips |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Chloe Green | 2 | 4 | Fixer | Fixer | Activist, Environmentalist, Rich Brat | Even |
Organizations
Allies
Enemies
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
| Threshold | Result |
|---|---|
| 1 | |
| 3 | |
| 6 |
Shadow Community Table
| Threshold | Result |
|---|---|
| 1 | |
| 3 | |
| 5 |