Deadnoise
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"I ain't good at much, but painting my thoughts on walls is one of the few things I'm good at." -A Holt
- - INFORMATION - -
| <:: BASIC INFORMATION ::> | <:: PHYSICAL INFORMATION ::> |
| NAME: Audell NICKNAMES: Holt GENDER: Male AGE: 34 DATE OF BIRTH: 08/04/1984 NATIONALITY: American PLACE OF BIRTH: New York City, USA CURRENT LOCATION: City 24 EDUCATION: College CURRENT OCCUPATION: N/A CURRENT SOCIAL TIER: GREY | PHYSICAL STATE: DEAD HEIGHT: N/A WEIGHT: N/A EYES: N/A HAIR: N/A ETHNICITY: African-american BODY TYPE: Average CLOTHES: Standard citizen jumpsuit. NOTABLE FEATURES: Paint stains on clothes |
| <:: PSYCHOLOGICAL INFORMATION ::> | <:: FAMILY ::> |
| MENTAL STATE: DEAD MENTAL DISABILITIES: DEAD KEY PERSONAL TRAITS: Helpfull, artisitc, foolish, weak, curious INTERESTS: Crafting and street art LIKES: The color orange, rock music, Lending a hand DISLIKES: Manual labor, abusive people, greed KNOWN LANGUAGES: English | MOTHER: Jolena Holt / Unkown FATHER: Tavell Holt / Unkown SIBLING: None / Single child FAMILY COHESION: Inactive |
- - BIOGRAPHY - -
Audell didn't have the best childhood, growing up in a rough neighborhood in the Bronx in New York City. He had to learn the harsh rules of the streets and work hard to get by. His time in public college wasn't a pleasant one either, falling grades and a tendency to hang out with the wrong crowd made his learning curve rather steep.But one thing he was rather good at was in his art classes, at least when it didn't involve learning the name of a famous artist that he just couldn't care less about. Drawing was like second nature to him, but sadly the budget for art's and crafts was very low at the time, almost to the point were the teachers had to provide their own supplies, which wasn't a lot, but Audell still made do with what he had. He also learned the ways of spray paint from the older boy's in the Bronx. He would spend his time spraying the streets outside of school with the other kids, and learn how to improve his craft in class.
Despite his best efforts, the art scene was quite difficult to enter, especially for a young boy from the Bronx. Audell's many carriers were short and rather dull, going from one dead-end job to another. All the while, still learning the ropes of street art despite his worrying financial situation and his parents' disapproval. He was determined to show everyone that was good at something.
Then, the portal storms occurred. He was only a young man when he heard the first reports of strange events taking place near New Mexico. But the situation soon went from bad to worst as the alien life form began to invade Earth. And not long after, the arrival of the combine, and the seven-hour war. He hid in an old subway station along with other citizens when they were found by synth units and brought back to the remnants of Manhattan, just in time to hear the announcement of Earth's surrender by Dr. Wallace Breen. Audell's art carrier was over before he even had a chance to try, and his old home was now most likely gone under piles of rubber from the newly named Bronx Quarantine Zone. His parents were never heard from again.
Instability and public anger made the streets of the big apple even more dangerous than what Audell used to remember. Never-ending work shifts and forced labor were the new norms, and any form of discontent was swept away by either brute force or mind-numbing propaganda. But despite all this, Audell was still able to get by. He met one of the first few alien species to arrive on Earth after the invasion, the Vortigaunts.
The Vort in question was of coursed enslaved just like the others of its kind. Audell was rather curious about the strange creatures, although he was still rather cautious of them mainly due to the fact that the other alien creatures he saw during the portal storms were quite ferocious and dangerous, at least from what he saw. One day he finally summed up the courage to approach the creature, and to his surprise, it knew English to a degree and was rather kind. They introduced themselves as "Dot's". Soon enough, a bond was formed. Audell and Dot would see each other from time to time in between shifts, sharing stories and other trivia while remaining under the radar of the combine. Sadly, this newly formed friendship would not last, as Audell witnessed his Vortigaunt friend being taken away by Metro Police officers into an armored car and driven away. Never to be seen again.
Years went by and Audell still lived in the now big decaying apple. His everyday life was now reduced to nothing but back-breaking labor and endless surveillance until one day he was called over the loudspeaker to report to one of the few remaining transit blocks by the ports. He was then informed that he was to be transferred to the European sector. He didn't even have to chance to pack up his belongings before being thrown aboard a ship and send on his way. From there he would bounce from city to city, until one day he was sent to the cold mountains of Switzerland, towards City 24, Geneva, where his story would truly begin.
- - RELATIONSHIPS / FACTION - -
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I NEUTRAL I
Just normal folks walkin' the streets. Strangers and other faces in the crowd.
I James Miller I
Your an ok guy, i hope your fine where ever you are.
I Joseph I
The original owner of the Charity. I have no idea where you went but i just hope you are ok.
I James Miller I
Your an ok guy, i hope your fine where ever you are.
I Joseph I
The original owner of the Charity. I have no idea where you went but i just hope you are ok.
I DISTRUSTS I
The Popo. I wasn't a big fan of them to begin with before the union but now it's mutch worse. Nothin' but power-hungry and brutal goons in fancy suits.
I NEUTRAL I
CWU, CMRU, and what ever other groups there are. I don't have mutch to say about them.
I DISLIKE I
Man, where do I even begin? All them "collaborators" always trippin' on power and greed. Either that, or they smacked on somethin' else.
I DISTRUSTS I
Im not sure what to think of y'all. Some call you terrorists, others freedom fighters. For now, I'm playing the safe card. If y'all start actin' crazy, I'm out.
Why bother at this point? It always ends the same way, bloodshed and death. I don't know what to do anymore.
I Tool I
My first ever contact with the undeground movement. I heard what happend to you... I wish i was there to help.
I Lucia I
You and i been though some shit haven't we? I feel like your the only person i can trust at this point.
Why bother at this point? It always ends the same way, bloodshed and death. I don't know what to do anymore.
I Tool I
My first ever contact with the undeground movement. I heard what happend to you... I wish i was there to help.
I Lucia I
You and i been though some shit haven't we? I feel like your the only person i can trust at this point.
I HATE I I FEAR I
Them cats creep me the hell out, for real. I knew politics took away your life expectancy but this is on a whole new level. They always spreading the same propaganda over and over again, for real.
And the OTA's soldiers? Those's fuckers are even worst than the suits they are protecting. They just rush and don't stop, if they wanna get you, then you're as good as dead, bruh.
And the OTA's soldiers? Those's fuckers are even worst than the suits they are protecting. They just rush and don't stop, if they wanna get you, then you're as good as dead, bruh.
I ADMIER I I RESPECT I
Honestly, y'all got the worst end of the stick if I'm being real. You Vorts have been though some though spots before comin' here. Some hate your kind, but not me. I genuinely want to learn more about y'all, for real.
I Sha I
We talked in the sewers a while back. I even offered my help regarding this whole "vortessence" thing, i just hope you alright, where ever you are.
I Sha I
We talked in the sewers a while back. I even offered my help regarding this whole "vortessence" thing, i just hope you alright, where ever you are.
I guess this is it huh? This is how i die? Damn, i knew i should have got myself a cut before leaving.
My only regret is not having panted the streets with my art, making a mark in the world. But that's ok, i left another type of mark. One that will live with those's i crossed paths with, in their hearts... Damn that sounded nice.
Anyway, it's been good. Keeping fighting the good fight, y'all.
"If i die, i want a memorial painted for me." -Audell Holt.
"Freedome or death? Give us freedome!" -Audell Holt.
"Freedome or death? Give us freedome!" -Audell Holt.
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