"It is a service that you do for your friends, your family, the country. Supplies are scarce and your weakness is killing those around you. Show them your love... Take the knife and let the last bit of blood you spill be your own."
S U M M A R Y
Redemption has come and gone, now there is only paying it forward. A survivor of the flesh trade and an ever mourning mother, Lana has focused her energy on vengeance. The target of her revenge was muddied a long time ago, morphed into new faces and goals. Eventually, she took on other's vengeance in exchange for pay with the infection forcing her to face reality. The taking of a life was not only something she excelled at but something she enjoyed. Now she searches for anchors, a vain attempt to bind her to some semblance of humanity. She may be far gone, but she is not yet lost.
L I F E S T Y L E
Every morning without fail she partakes in the ingestion of local poisons with the intent being to build an immunity. She often mixes a numbing poison into a bottle of vodka, making drinking from her bottles ill-advised. The tolerance she's built up makes the numbing effect feel similar to a minor muscle relaxor for her, and a stick of morphine for others.
The only meat she eats is fish, a practice adopted earlier in life after the forced consumption of spoiled meat during her time in captivity. This leads to a mostly vegetarian diet when she is inland, which must be countered by an increase in carbohydrates for energy. She much prefers the coast for this reason. Very few exceptions have been made for the sake of survival.
R E L A T I O N S
Fuck people. Especially Russians.