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'Crook'
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Fear and panic lingers in the air, a malevolent force for cruelty and disdain. A whisper of what was bellows through these tethered coils, and yet, we remain desolated and distrought. We bestow a gaze upon our kinsmen in physical manifestation, we are together... but never connected in vortal form.
Loneliness, be over.
In the beginning, there was captivity.
Our memory of captivity amidst the Xenian era is incomplete, we have... flashes, upon occasion, which show us a familial story. Our vortal being, the essence of what we were, was used against us in most despicable ways. Perhaps comparable to the physical restraints of the Combine, our cognition and autonomy was stolen from us. We do not recollect much of this time, nor the kinsmen we shared residence with... our hazed memory serves to protect us from the horrors of a forgotten time, we believe.
A brief period of confusion as we were ripped from our birth place, projected into this unknown and hazardous world. We travelled east for what seemed to be eternity, our journey was lonesome aside from collectives of Xenian fauna that we often used for sustenance. We were sighted what... they, call a drop-ship, taken away amongst other captured kin to what we now know as the Urban Jungle. We have been transitioned across many sectors, Three... Sixty-Five, now Twenty Four. Our handlers remain consistently cruel, their hatred for us feel unjust... and yet, we dream upon a better life. For now, we quietly suffer and assist those kin less fortunate than us.
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Our memory of captivity amidst the Xenian era is incomplete, we have... flashes, upon occasion, which show us a familial story. Our vortal being, the essence of what we were, was used against us in most despicable ways. Perhaps comparable to the physical restraints of the Combine, our cognition and autonomy was stolen from us. We do not recollect much of this time, nor the kinsmen we shared residence with... our hazed memory serves to protect us from the horrors of a forgotten time, we believe.
A brief period of confusion as we were ripped from our birth place, projected into this unknown and hazardous world. We travelled east for what seemed to be eternity, our journey was lonesome aside from collectives of Xenian fauna that we often used for sustenance. We were sighted what... they, call a drop-ship, taken away amongst other captured kin to what we now know as the Urban Jungle. We have been transitioned across many sectors, Three... Sixty-Five, now Twenty Four. Our handlers remain consistently cruel, their hatred for us feel unjust... and yet, we dream upon a better life. For now, we quietly suffer and assist those kin less fortunate than us.
(Work in progress)
Character Relationships - Comment to be added
