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Kveta Makovec
Character information
  1. Alias
    Kveta
  2. Mental
    Sadistic
  3. Morale
    Coldly Determined
  4. Date of birth
    1989-06-14 (30 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Belozersk
  6. Nationality
    Chernarussian
  7. Ethnicity
    Chernarussian
  8. Languages
    Chernarussian, English
  9. Religion
    None

Description

  1. Height
    175 cm
  2. Weight
    66 kg
  3. Build
    Lean
  4. Hair
    Black
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Evil
  7. Occupation
    Bandit

Background

Kveta began life on a farm in the wilderness outside of Belozersk; looking after livestock, hunting, and fishing took up most of her time. She had a quiet life until shortly after her 20th birthday, when she traveled West to explore the rest of Europe. Living out of a backpack, she stayed in hostels and with acquaintances. She found the art, music, and food she was exposed to fascinating, but felt as though the people were largely a disappointment. They irritated her. They seemed to lack manners and had little interest in understanding the world around them. They had no idea how the goods they consumed came to them, no respect for the abundance they were surrounded with, and no regard for the natural world. One night, in mid-March of her 26th year, she met a man named Jaques in a bar in Paris. She went home with him and they talked and drank for hours. Her demeanor with him was friendly, but inside she began to seethe at this man's ignorance and pomposity. He took so much for granted and seemed to think so much of himself for no reason at all. Like so many others, he seemed to her more animal than human. His existence had no depth. Like a rooster he simply consumed what was put in front of him without a thought in his head, strutting around puffing his chest out and squawking. He hardly seemed to notice when she got up and retrieved a knife from his kitchen, continuing to jabber about some valet who'd apparently scratched his car. He didn't stop until the knife found its way into his throat and silenced his monotony, replacing it with brief choking horror and then nothing.

Kveta felt a thrill, an exhilaration akin to that which she felt after a successful hunt, but amplified one thousand fold. She stared down at him for hours, taking in the sight of the blood and his frozen lifelessness, reveling in what she'd done. She was fascinated by how easy it had been, by how powerful she felt. Immediately, she knew she had to experience that feeling again. From that first moment, she was addicted.  Her second kill was in Marseille a little over a month later. By the end of the year, she'd killed five more. By the time she was 29, another dozen. She was careful, never staying in one place too long, making sure not to leave any trace of herself and to change her methods regularly. She primarily targeted loners, killing them in their own homes late at night and slipping out in the early hours of the morning. Most she caught completely unaware, while their guard was down. She left a trail of death behind her as she slowly snaked her way back across Europe this way, eventually returning home just a few months before the outbreak.

When civilization collapsed, it seemed almost too good to be true. She felt free. She found others who preyed on the weak and gathered them to her. Slowly she corrupted them further. At first they simply robbed people, though she would often follow and kill them afterward in secret. In time, as her companions came to enjoy the distress of their victims, she began to torture them and encourage the others to do the same. It wasn't long until torture became murder. Once she was surrounded by enthusiastic killers, it wasn't long before she had her first taste of flesh. Moving between several safe-houses throughout the country, never staying in one place very long, Kveta and her people have been cannibalizing unwary travelers for half a year now, and have once again found themselves in South Zagoria.


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