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BASICS

ALLEGED NAME

calliope nightengale

ALIAS

was sibyl with red talon

AGE & DOB

24 / september 6

PRONOUNS

she/her

COMMUNITY

container fort

OCCUPATION

sidekick admin / scout

HOMETOWN

tacoma, washington

CONNECTIONS

DUTCH red talon co-deserter
MONTANA red talon co-deserter & fort roomie, deceased

APPEARANCE

HAIR brown EYES hazel HEIGHT 5'4"

quiet. slender. big eyes. default state is lurking. blends into crowds with ease. perches. ties her hair back. likes misc bracelets and necklaces (i.e., knick-knacks). cargo pants for life. red talon-era nose piercing's closing up.

TRAITS & SKILLS

RED TALON DESERTER

they needed a hacker and taught me everything they knew. ... i guess they'll need a new one now.

[ + ] learns on her feet [ + ] hacker / programmer [ + ] paramilitary survival skills [ + ] firearms handling [ – ] competitive [ – ] obsessive

RAIDER SCOUT

just getting by became the new world order.

[ + ] stealthy [ + ] scavenger [ + ] tracker [ ~ ] scrappy fighter [ – ] eavesdrops [ – ] disloyal [ – ] perma survival mode [ – ] when she's recognized it's usually not for good deeds

CONTAINER FORT ORIGINAL

no one knows the fort's ins and outs like we do.

[ + ] navigates with ease [ + ] protective of other fort founders [ ~ ] go-bags stashed all around [ – ] skeptical re: newbies

ARTISTIC

creativity's a transferable skill if you're clever enough.

[ + ] crosshatch illustrator [ + ] problem solver [ ~ ] good liar [ – ] ex-scammer

CASUALTY OF A MESSY DIVORCE

my parents manipulated me to get back at each other and i gained a healthy understanding of interpersonal relationships.

[ ~ ] assumes everyone's out to get theirs [ ~/– ] fiercely independent [ – ] loyalty's a myth [ – ] dishonest / distrusting [ – ] unsure how to show affection

HISTORY

FAMILY

there were parents, now there's probably not.

cw: ___ setting-typical death/violence

RAIDERS

EARLY DAYS: TACOMA

the fall of society hit tacoma just like the rest of washington state. once it seemed like looters were easier to come by than food or basic necessities, a group of friends set out into rural washington in search of something better.

POST-OUTBREAK: RURAL WASHINGTON

they didn't last long as a whole, and none of it's surprising. sometimes there was a fight that caused a schism, or someone decided they were better off alone, or someone fell to a zombie attack, or someone died of exposure. you know, usual "early-20s city kids striking out into a zombie apocalypse" fare. calliope, who was going by another name at the time, was one of those who broke away alone — she picked up her things one night when she was supposed to be on watch and backtracked to follow signs of another group they'd seen earlier that day.

RAIDERS

she went from group to group, earning her shelter and food by working as a scout and scavenger. when the crew seemed to be falling into disarray or a new encounter looked like a better deal, she'd gather up whatever she could, come up with a new name and backstory, and jump ship. most of her crews were raiders; it was easier to join when new members were considered disposable until they proved their worth, and easier to avoid guilt about bailing when she'd reminded herself about the lengths to which her travelmates were willing to go just to get by.

RED TALON

it wasn't the nicest life but it worked for her — until the winter, when every group she found seemed to be about to implode. it wasn't the nicest life but more than that it was no longer sustainable, so she pivoted, backtracking again, this time all the way to one kind of place every crew she'd run with had unanimously agreed to avoid at all costs: a red talon outpost. but it made sense because they had food, warm clothing, and walls. the guns were an added bonus.

it was one hell of an adjustment, especially for someone like calliope who found it hard to buy into the hoo-rah paramilitary attitude. she fibbed her way into the technicians' good graces and soon she was getting training on their systems — programming, hacking, the back doors, the bells, the whistles, the exploits. this was good and she was good and if weren't for the fact that she was expected to actually, totally buy into red talon's schtick, she could have been good there for a while. but greener pastures came calling as they always did when a few of her comrades started whispering about setting off on their own, she realized that for once she'd actually want to choose the people over the amenities. so she stashed whatever she could in her bag and followed.

CONTAINER FORT

calliope helped dutch and their fellows set up the container fort and ever since she's served primarily as their hacker, now sidekick admin, as well as scouting when they need an extra hand. it's the longest she's spent in any one place since she turned 18 the outbreak and for once she's more interested in staying than straying.

MISCELLANEOUS

➔ when she's annoyed enough with someone she may make their sidekick experience a pain in the ass. (ex. new display names, autoamtic synonym replacement, MESSAGES ONLY SEND IN ALL CAPS)

➔ calliope's stories about her past—including childhood, legal name, and post-outbreak experiences—shift often and with abandon. at red talon she was sibyl; she adopted calliope nightengale at the container fort.

➔ she winds down with crosshatch sketching little bits of container fort life, focussing on the architecture more than the people.

➔ her living quarters were shared with montana, her and dutch's fellow red talon deserter and the fort's chemist, until montana died in april. while cal won't clear out montana's things, she keeps montana's space clean and tidy (and dusted) and doesn't let anyone in their container anyway.

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