Evelyn was born in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia. Her mother and father were fairly well off with money, until Evelyn was three years old, they announced they were having another child. Ecstatic at having a little sister or brother, the family of three moved to Wollongong to save on money, and soon her father landed a job while her mother stayed at home and took care of Eve, and her unborn sibling. It was a girl, she was going to be having a little sister, a little version of her to play with and to grow with. She soon realized that little Emma would take up the majority of her mothers time. Once Emma was older, the two got along well, though had their sister moments where they fought. Once the two were in their teens, they got along much better. Going to school together, and even going to the beach by themselves since their home was close by, in walking distance.
Their father took them fishing and to the beach often. But the two girls would also wander off either with the two of them, and with their friends from school. One night the two sisters snuck out after dinner, and decided to walk the beach close to sunset. They dangled their legs off the piers, walked and splashed in the water, and simply just walked along the beach to enjoy their time. Their favorite spot was underneath the pier, often hiding from the heat or simply to sit and talk. Little did the two girls know that it would cause trouble, that their lives would change. Underneath the pier as they were talking, sitting and letting their guard down, they were greeted by a small group of men, with a female amongst them. The female was sweet, and very friendly with the two girls. She offered to walk them from the pier, and into the parking area to cool down with some water and snacks.
But it wasn't as simple as water or anything else. It was as simple as trusting the wrong people, as the two teens were drugged. Evelyn felt her mind slipping into a sleep. She remembers her sisters head lulling to the side, and one of the men picking her up. She remembers the woman smiling, that sweet, sweet wicked smile. She remembers falling in and out of consciousness. Waking up in the back of a van, her hands and feet bound, tape over her mouth. The panic coursing through her veins as her sister was across from her in a similar state. They were separated after that, constantly either on the move, or staying in abandoned places for a rest. The abuse was unreal. All she wanted was to not exist anymore. Her sister was likely going through the same thing, and she cried for her every night. She cried for herself, and for the other girls she met along the way that were being hauled along with her.
Eventually they were smuggled on boats, likely to another country that Evelyn was unaware of. There were girls of many ethnicities along the ride with her, but her sister was gone. She recognized other Australians, girls that had American accents. Girls that were British, even Spanish, and there were a few with Russian-like accents once they had reached their 'destination.' New girls joined them daily, and others simply were taken away. That same woman was there, often giving Evelyn that same smile that she'd seen in the beginning. She was soothing, but Eve could tell she couldn't be trusted, that she lied alot.
It was unknown how long Eve had been with the woman and men, with the small girls and teens that were in her same situation. Most of the time, she simply lost track of how long it'd been. Months, years had passed. She counted the days when she was able to, when she wasn't stored somewhere for the time being. She missed her sister daily, often confiding in the other girls with her for emotional support. They shared it with her, being taken from their families and friends the same way she was. Each time a new girl was introduced, they were given a similar tattoo on the back of their necks. A long and painful process with a needle and ink, poking time after time. She couldn't see her own, but could see the other girls'. They were like barcodes, numbers underneath them. She assumed hers was similar, a way to identify them. They were dehumanized, simply just objects who were forgotten over time. Now she was in a strange country that she didn't know, with people she didn't know. Scared for her life daily, and crying every night.
Then it hit. The infection. They had been resting in what was assumed an abandoned house, the girls all piled into it. She was drugged again then, along with the majority of the other girls. She remembered hearing the gunshots, the growling and screaming. Then it was quiet outside. The woman from the beginning had been staying inside with Eve and the girls, a gun in her hand, simply waiting to see what was outside. All that was heard was low moaning. They waited for what seemed like a lifetime inside that house. The drugs were wearing off, the girls were becoming more aware that something wasn't right. The woman, Eve had overheard her name to be Heather. Heather stood, going to check what the commotion was about since it had died down, the slightly distant moans still going on. There was a snarl, and a few gunshots. The girls shrieked in fear, unaware of what was happening, a few peaking out the windows to see. Eve joined them, curious yet terrified. One of the men was attacking Heather. There was a chunk missing out of her arm, bleeding heavily as she fired a few more shots at the man. He dropped to the ground.
Heather came back inside, telling all of them they had to move. That it wasn't safe. Eve almost laughed to herself. She was never safe with Heather or the men. It was another one of her lies probably. The girls all reluctantly followed, moving towards the van. The girls where whispering amongst each other, Eve catching a few of them, "What's happening?". "Is she going to die?". "Is this our chance to leave?". "What do we do?". There were a few whispers in a language she didn't know. Eve stayed silent, but more low moans and growls were heard. Heather was attacked again, one of the men coming from behind the van. This time she wasn't able to shoot. He was stronger than she was, and she was easily taken to the ground. Eve and the rest simply watched, both in horror, and relief. Heather was gone, the other men too. Now there was a greater risk involved. One of the girls who had a 'leader' like personality since they had met, Macey, took them away from the scene. They wandered, some getting separated or going their own ways. Within a few weeks, the group had gotten smaller. Only four of the girls remained including Eve. They were tired, hungry, and scared.
They were attacked again, by strange feral people. They snarled and tried to bite like the rest. Macey told them to run, and they scattered. Eve hadn't run so fast in her life. It was tiring, she barely had enough energy to stay on her feet. But she kept running, running further into a country that was unknown to her. Once she figured she was far enough, she posted up in a small hut in the forest. Occasionally, she heard more gunshots, screaming. She didn't know how long she was alone for, or if the other girls survived. Would she run into them again? Or were they just simply gone, like Emma? She lived off by herself, scrounging up food and things she figured she needed. Generally, she stayed away from the infected, only trying to kill them if she really had to. It felt wrong to. They were people, deep inside. But so was she, and she was more human than they were. For now.
Good shit today from all of you. I really enjoyed myself and it was a bit of a warm welcome from my hiatus to actually have such good rp with so many people. Cheers to all of you! I'm looking forward to rping again
Kimberly was born in Ontario, Canada two years after her brother Wyatt was born. Being born into a fairly wealthy family, the pair of siblings never had troubles growing up. In her teens, Kimberly was your typical rebelling teenager along with her older brother, and the two generally began to cause drama between the family. She soon began having trouble making friends in school, becoming overly confident in herself which drove people away from her. As expected, with the lack of friends she took on a shy personality during her highschool years, and began to flaunt her confidence to herself instead of out loud. With her newfound quietness, she regained her relationship with her parents, and the snarky teenager attitude slowed considerably. Her brother Wyatt generally spent time with her during school, as the two were inseparable during their highschool years, till Wyatt soon graduated. Kim worked hard her last two years of school, pleasing her parents and eventually graduating herself. Instead of pursing a generic job after highschool, she slowly worked her way into the Modeling business.
Her confidence was kicking up again, and she began to show it through her work. Within a year she was working her way into magazines, posters, and the like. Everything was just up her alley, and she was having the time of her life. Until her parents unfortunately had a falling out. Ecstatic with her modeling work, and her brother landing a job as a Welder, the two siblings were heartbroken to hear that their parents were getting divorced. Kim's father moved out of Ontario within a week after the incident, but her mother stayed. Kim enjoyed the presence of her mother, as they were always fairly close to one another. Her mother revealed that she had met another man, someone whom she claimed to love. She never stated how they met, but he lived very far away. Wyatt, unhappy with the news of their mother having an affair, moved out of the house and got his own place, going to start his life without his mother involved any longer.
Kimberly, still wanting to support her mother despite what she did, kept the older woman on her feet, even though she didn't really need it. She provided emotional support, and continued to stay with her mother in Ontario. Fairly soon after the falling out, Kim's mother came to her, and said she was going to make the journey to see her new love. She wanted Kim to come with her, to meet him and prove he wasn't a bad guy, that she truly loved him, and so she didn't go alone. Kim reluctantly agreed, and put her modeling on hold. With a considerable amount of money between the two from their jobs, they began planning the trip, to Novigrad. Her mother withheld information from Kim. She didn't know if this man was rich or not, or what his occupation was. She didn't know how long it had been going on. She didn't even know his name. Only that they were flying out in a week to meet the mystery man, thousands of miles away from home.
After much stress going through a few connecting flights, the two finally made it to the capital of Chernarus. Kim wasn't sure what to expect when meeting the mystery man, who had said he was going to meet them at the airport. Would he be fat? Was he old? Ugly? She worried the entire time during the flights that this was a mistake. He met Kim and her mother at the luggage pickup. He was fit, and slightly muscular, with a thick black beard. They both looked so happy to see each other, and Kim thought that maybe they really did love each other. He took the two back to their house, and even had a spare room for Kim to stay in. It was lovely. He was very kind, and she'd never seen her mother happier in her life. They took walks to see the beautiful scenery, he took them on tours. Kim was enjoying herself, and her mother even more so. Little did they know that things would soon change, and that it was a mistake.
Growing up with 6 siblings who are all older than you isn't easy. You have to deal with their bullying, teasing and sibling rivalry. At least until you all grow up. By the time I was grown and old enough to move out, the majority of my brothers and sisters had families and houses of their own. Which wasn't bad, considering I had my parents to myself until I got my own place. I started touring after saving up enough money working with my friend in home decor. I went to all kinds of places. Canada, Germany, France, Italy, Mexico, Australia, you name it. Never would I have thought I'd have to leave my family behind to get trapped in a place unknown to me.
*Listening to Ender speak, Ally sighs as she presses the PTT*
"Trust me, I haven't seen my merry band of shits in a while."
*She looks at her map, using her finger to pinpoint the location*
"The barn will be fine. And yeah, I know the drill. Now all we need is a when. I can try and get ahold of Jimmy in the meantime."
*She releases the PTT*
*Ally frowns a little hearing his response as she presses the PTT, a slight buzz coming from the radio as she does so*
"You want me to tell you why? Fine."
*She would sound slightly irritated as she continues talking*
"Tell me. Out of everything that's happened, everything. Have I done anything to hurt you? To hurt anyone remotely close to you? I may have been around people who did, but that doesn't mean I myself had any part in it. If I have, please, enlighten me. You and I once called each other family. I used to call all of you family. You think because I waltzed off with Glenn, that I stopped caring about you? About everyone we used to be around?"
*She exhales loudly as she speaks again, her voice calming down*
"All I'm asking is that you give me a chance to speak with you privately. Fuck knows where Austin is anyway."
*She releases the PTT*
*Hearing the call from Ender days ago, Ally grabs her radio from her belt, looking at it in her hand as she releases a sigh, tuning the frequency and bringing it up to her mouth. She hesitates, before pressing the PTT*
*She pauses, exhaling through her nose before she speaks again*
"I know it's been a while since we last spoke.. but.. I figured I have some explaining to do.."
*She runs a hand through her hair as she glances around the empty cabin*
"Can we meet somewhere? I-I know you may not.. trust me now, but we can meet alone. You have my word. And if it's not ah, too much trouble, I'd like to speak with Jimmy as well.. if you're okay with him showing up too.."
*She sits for a few moments in silence, before releasing the PTT, leaning back as she rubs her forehead, waiting for a response*
Ally Racine POV:
Logged in with Austin aka Undead and started heading towards Jim to meet him in Kab, and I notice someone in a UN helmet following us a ways behind so we ignore it. Once getting there, Jim gives me some shotgun ammo, I go into my inventory and pick it up to be greeted by Alice Garcia. The three of us were standing there, at which no point we flipped them off and she proceeded to say in text chat "Fuck you prick" so Austin immediately chases them and initiates Jim shoots in Alice's direction and misses (our mistake), and I tell him he's not in voip range. We decide to leave it alone and we go pick up West in Novy, then Chief and make our way to Vybor. I fall behind a little bit and they say they're talking to people at industrial so I go up there and stand around listening in. I noticed Alice was there, we would have recognized their voice and we were planning on initating originally but we decide to start leaving instead as they were being shady. They start talking to us again, Pepe starts the racist talk to Chief somewhere along the lines. I'm standing there with West and Pepe infront of me talking about a stop sign and other nonsense when Boris initiates from a building, I start running and a few seconds later Jim says in ts that he got shot. I circle around quickly back to West and Chief where I saw the initiator. I panicked (cause im bad at pvp) and re-initiated on him to give him a potential second chance and he raises his gun at me again to which I pump a shotgun round into him and he falls unconscious, and I follow suit shortly after, then was killed.
I have nothing against the opposing side, though I do think their rp could have been better and less memey, especially with what happened beforehand with Alice saying "Fuck you prick" to us, though I have video of the initiation, I don't have video of the first encounter.
*Ally unclips her radio from her belt and presses down the PTT*
"You're shit out of luck man. Last trading post or area was at Green Mountain, and that's been dead for a few months now I think. You wanna find and trade with people? Just explore towns and follow the roads. Best way to meet people, though be careful. Some of us aren't so friendly, so tread carefully, trader."
*She releases the PTT, clipping her radio back to her belt as she continues walking*
*Ally unclips her radio from her belt, hearing the broadcast as she brings it up to her lips, pressing the PTT*
"To be honest, your friend or whoever this is, is most likely dead. Who knows though, someone might find him and turn him in to you. Things don't always go as planned though. It's roughly a 50-50 chance, so good luck. Tread lightly."
*She releases the PTT, rubbing her nose to get rid of an itch as she clips her radio back to her belt*
*Ally would drag her feet as she walked down the dirt road, before spotting one of the many posters on a lamp post, falling slightly and being blown in the wind. She moves closer to it, inspecting it as her eyes land on Buddy, then Sam, as she frowns slightly, her eyes wandering to Austins name. She lets out a loud sigh to herself as she rubs her forehead, running a hand through her orange hair before she glances around. She sighs again, running a hand down her face, debating on whether to hang the poster back up again, mumbling to herself quietly in her aussie accent*
"Fucking hell.. how the fuck did I end up here.. with fucking Austin Maverick of all people."
*She chuckles to herself*
"Guess I never had high standards, seeing as I was with Steven and.. Glenn.."
*She stops herself, frowning as she quickly snatches the poster, crumpling it into a ball as she shoves it into her backpack, beginning to walk at a brisk pace along the road*
*Continuing to walk down the hill, Ally unclips her radio from her belt and presses down the PTT*
"Where the fuck have you been, in a hole? Or did you go to that shithole of a place called Russia? There's quite alot of people alive here, for how long its been, you'd be surprised. Just don't run into the wrong people."
*She releases the PTT, clipping her radio back to her belt as she breaks into a jog*
*Looking at the empty field in front of her, Ally picks up her radio and presses down the PTT, her Aussie accent coming through with a little static*
"Few of us are still up and about. You were friends with Austin, yeah? I'm sure you can contact him, he's around somewhere."
*She releases the PTT, setting her radio down as she continues to look at the empty field for a few seconds, before she begins walking again*