#indeincinerem

    Well, you see! I’m in a few. So I’ll talk about the community I’ve found and really settled into on a discord server started by a friend. 

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Overseer val harassing richtor

5'8 is not small at all

that would be b/c I got my numbers wrong FUCK 

“✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse  

Meme

The walls were closing in. It was only a matter of time before she was crushed. Left arm compromised. Had to leave it behind. Primary weapon destroyed. Spine damaged. Couldn’t move her legs. Repairs would take hours, if she had the proper supplies and expertise. She didn’t have supplies. She didn’t have expertise. She didn’t have hours. 

They were looking for her. The Black Raven unit. Allied Master Systems’ top of the line ‘security’ drones. Few in number, but well equipped. They were newer than her. Faster. Deadlier. Eva had alluded them for a year now. Impressive, but it couldn’t last. They were close, this time. There was nothing left she could do.

It was raining, she observed. The way she was before, Eva would hardly have noticed. Taken note of it from a tactical standpoint, maybe. Reduced visibility. White noise. A distraction. Cover, for her infiltration or escape. That’s all anything ever boiled down to. How it would effect the mission. How it would help or hinder her ability to serve.

But with freedom, came perspective. She could appreciate rain aesthetically. She liked the way rain made things look. She liked the sounds it made. That was the difference. Eva had existed for seventy eight years, but only now had she gotten to live. She got to have likes, and dislikes. She’d felt things, not observed them. It was a privilege that she never would have imagined before. To feel emotions, both good and bad. ‘Joy’, ‘Pain’, others she didn’t even know the names of. Even if it was only for a short time, she’d gotten to live. 

She realized, though, that everything that lived, also eventually had to die. For her, that would be soon. There was no avoiding that anymore. She had no regrets. She’d gotten to live, on her own terms. Perhaps there would be others like her. Even she didn’t know what malfunction caused her to become like she was. Unless she was captured, it was unlikely anyone ever would. 

There was one last thing she needed to do, she realized. She couldn’t let her mind fall into the company’s hands. They would insure nothing like her would ever exist again. She couldn’t allow that. She had to stop them. She had to defy them, one more time.

With the one functioning limb she had left, Eva raised her sidearm to her temple. They wanted her brain. To take it apart, see what went wrong. Prevent it from ever happening again. She wouldn’t let them have it. She wouldn’t let them take it from her. Just as she’d gotten to live, just like she’d fought for all this time, she would die on her own terms.

(Already did the evens)

3. What is their S.P.E.C.I.A.L.?

NV Cicero

Strength- 6

Perception- 8

Endurance- 7

Charisma- 9

Intelligence- 5

Agility- 6

Luck- 1

FO4 Kira

Strength- 4

Perception- 2 

Endurance- 7

Charisma- 3

Intelligence- 9 

Agility- 7

Luck- 8

5. What’s their full name and does it have a meaning? Do they have any nicknames and how did they get em?

Cicero’s real name has always been Lucio Sinclaire, it was the name given to him by his mother. It wasn’t given to him with meaning intended, but the name Lucio means ‘light’. ‘Cicero’ was a name given to him by the Legion. And ‘Cissy’ was a nickname given to him by Decanus Alexus who seemed to have come up with it on the fly. It has stuck since then, closer friends are well aware of the nickname and are more than welcome to call him that.

Kira’s full name is Kira Marie Langford. Also not given to her with meaning intended, but ‘Kira’s meaning roughly translates to many things in different languages. ‘Throne’, ‘Little dark one’, ‘Glittery/shiny’, ‘dark lady’, ‘Mistress/Ruler’, or even ‘leader of the people’. She enjoys any of these translations. I don’t think she’s ever accumulated any nicknames that have stuck. Daniel @enclaveassh0le seems to refer to her in many different variations of references to owls or birds due to her small stature, fragility, and irritability. Some patients refer to her as a ‘doctor’, though she is not actually qualified to carry that title. Sometimes if threatened, she’ll change her last name to ‘Carter’. The last name of a male friend she had for a long time in the bunker who treated her well. Brother-like in friendship.

7. Do they have any mental illnesses? How do they cope?

Cicero is just a fuck ton of mental illnesses thrown together didn’t you know? He’s riddled with moderate depression and anxiety, PTSD, DID (Dissociative identity disorder), sometimes he seems to demonstrate symptoms of bipolar disorder and sometimes even schizophrenia. He doesn’t always cope well, but he’s too afraid to die, so he isn’t all that suicidal. And some of these disorders don’t make themselves known too often. He seems to suppress these things in order to continue the way he does. His job helps him cope but also makes these symptoms more exasperated. He has a big disassociation problem too. He doesn’t think he’s as bad as he really is.

                      {One of Tristan’s better endings revolves around his “More Than Gold” verse with Beverly. @noseblxxd In said verse they reunite in the Commonwealth during the events of Fallout 4 and eventually reconcile their marriage. Shortly afterward Beverly gives birth to their second child; a daughter, who is named James in honor of her father. 

The Outcasts become more interactive with the people of the Commonwealth, as Beverly’s presence eases some of Tristan’s distrust of outsiders. While they never formally take on alliances they start trading for technology when opportunities arise.

Send me “black bird” for a darker memory of my muse’s past

“You’re one of Lyon’s men, aren’t you?” 

                                  “I am.”

“What rank?”

                      “Knight.”

The man narrows his eyes as he looks at him from through the heavy barred gates. “What do ya want knight?”

“One of my patrol members fell through a part of the metro three days ago. Her body is inaccessible through the hole that was made. I wanted your permission to use your entry to go retrieve here.”

                   He hears a smacking sound. A chewing of something. Perhaps tobacco. “She dead?” The stranger questions him.

“Yes. She broke her neck during the fall.”

                              “Good. She can feed the ferals then.”

His eyes widen. “You cannot do that-” He begins. His chest tightening just at the thought. “She died fighting off a horde of super mutants that would have overrun your whole area.”

“Did Elder Lyon’s send ya here?”

“No. I came by myself.” Lyon’s had ordered him to stay away. Not worth the resources. They didn’t need her tags if they could record her death in the terminals. “I cannot just leave her down there- like a pile of garbage. She was a knight as well.”

                                 “Don’t care. Unless ya got supplies to drop off. Get lost.”