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| Paige Courte | |
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| Paige Courte | Jan 27 2008, 01:01 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Paige Courte Age: 27 Appearance/Race: Human ![]() Faction: Coalition Character History: The human mind is a fragile thing…far too fragile to withstand the pressures of an imbalanced family. Paige was raised throughout the violent lifestyle of the Coalition and Neo Roman Empire. Her father had been the leader of a malicious terrorist group which completely abandoned the prudence of the faction’s natural tactics. His idea of winning a war was by going all out; shattering the barriers and murdering whoever crossed his path. For what it was worth, his tactics hadn’t brought him to his death just yet, which doesn’t necessarily grant succession in the long wrong. His terrorist group is only increasing the violence and further straining the war. Most of The Coalition faction had found spite for the terrorist group. There was just no accomplishment in their order. Paige could see the hate radiating from the group, yet she was at a complete loss for what to do. She had also believed in expanding the world once more with technology, yet at the time, she didn’t believe that violence was the answer. She held an equal share of hate for each side, although the confusion which spread over her was much more dominant. As she grew older, she began to pull away from her father’s organization. Paige began to complete her own studies against new technology in a more peaceful manner, which brought resentment between the small family. The hate for his daughter subtly grew as Paige continued with his studies. It felt as if she was slowly drifting away from the group as a whole…composing her own faction that could possibly overthrow everything else. But of course before Paige was successful, tragedy began to strike. Two years later, as Paige continued her studies on what she figured would be the break of hate and the start of mankind, everything fell out of place. A chemical imbalance was struck within the confines of her lab; she was exposed to rather notorious chemicals which erected from an old piece of machinery that she had found years before. The chemicals which had assembled had never been attached before. The inhalation of its substance poisoned Paige’s mind. She fell back from where she stood, only remembering the excruciating pain of her head crashing against the adjacent table. Once Paige woke up, she felt a slight…change. There was a peculiar craving inside of her which she couldn’t conjure. Her eyesight had weakened to a substantial degree. Reluctantly, she emerged from her home and back out into the real world. Gazing at another human summoned a peculiar feeling. Paige felt hate, yet love all the same. Infuriation was boiling inside of her blood and there was no way to prevent it. She returned back to the terrorist unit, where her father still remained. After two years, Paige finally became face to face with her father. She spoke of her indifference, which only ignited yet another argument. This argument had felt different…more soulful. Before Paige could comprehend the animosity growing, she went on a rampage. In a manner of moments, she had killed half of the terrorist organization. Her father was completely terrified of what had happened to her. Was she some sort of beast? With the new found demon inside of her, Paige left her father where he stood…back out onto the cold streets and back into the frightful war. That forever ending supply of carnage still resides inside of her heart, coinciding with her conscience. Now a woman alone inside of the world, Paige must find the key to vanquishing this malicious inner demon. RP Sample: Paige couldn’t comprehend if she was there…if she was replaced by some outlandish beast or just temporarily exiled from her body. The wave which had struck her was an immaculate percussion of entropy. It was as if the world was violently pulled away from her and replaced by a peculiar force of broken mirrors. Each glass presented a different expression…a break in her personality. Slowly, she gathered her composure. Her eyes gazed at the ceiling, mocking her from below. Her head felt like pure unadulterated hell. Tears slipped from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Reluctantly, Paige sat up from the floor and took in her surroundings. Desolation called back from her lab. A dark cloud drifted by her like death itself. What the hell is this? Grabbing a hold of the table, Paige gathered her strength and pulled herself up. Her bones ached and her muscles strained. Extra weight pushed through her as if there was another human inside of her. Fear was pulsing inside of her veins, summoning the adrenaline which was being pumped straight into her heart. What had happened to her? What was bound to happen to her? She was experimenting on something before all of this…before the pain had occurred. Yes, that was right. Her face was buried inside of her work as always. She was trying to peacefully reunite the Earth for what it was. She wasn’t a supporter of her father’s terrorist group…she believed in Coalition all the same; but not for the violence. Her work was private, yet perilous in the same breath. Each time her foot hit the ground, her muscles shook and threatened to cause her to collapse. Holding onto the table for support, she gazed out the window…out at the people drifting past the window. “They didn’t even bother to help…” She growled. “You should do something about it.” Instantly, Paige snapped back to her senses. Do something about it? What could possibly be done? Had she just spoken to herself out loud? Her heart was racing. Gripping the table, she restrained the urge to cry. The beast residing inside of her tried to keep from laughing, as it plotted its next stage of ceaseless violence… Weapon of choice: She doesn’t really have a favorite weapon…her spurs of violence comes out of nowhere, thus becoming inspired by whatever is around her. |
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