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Steam Name : Solstice
Discord Name : EmiM
Previous Rule Violations : N/A
STEAMID:76561198146685773
Character Name - Ember Reed
Role - Conscript Captain
Character Stakes - Ember's stakes in City One are manifold. It has long been her home, both prior to the arrival of the Combine and after. When the communications reopened with the city, she was quick to use what sway she had to secure a position among it's Stabilization forces for that reason alone. Although, as more occurs, the imprisonment of an Elder she had already fought once (and seen the devastation wrought by one if it's kind firsthand at the Ascension facility), and the resurgence of the Patriots in city limits, old grudges boil to the forefront. Placing her in between a genuine desire to preserve her home against whatever ails it, ailed as it surely is, and old-scores to settle with the forces that act within it's walls.
Discord Name : EmiM
Previous Rule Violations : N/A
STEAMID:76561198146685773
Character Name - Ember Reed
Role - Conscript Captain
Character Stakes - Ember's stakes in City One are manifold. It has long been her home, both prior to the arrival of the Combine and after. When the communications reopened with the city, she was quick to use what sway she had to secure a position among it's Stabilization forces for that reason alone. Although, as more occurs, the imprisonment of an Elder she had already fought once (and seen the devastation wrought by one if it's kind firsthand at the Ascension facility), and the resurgence of the Patriots in city limits, old grudges boil to the forefront. Placing her in between a genuine desire to preserve her home against whatever ails it, ailed as it surely is, and old-scores to settle with the forces that act within it's walls.
Ember Reed, #40380
Post Transfer...
Post Transfer...
City 1 - Conscripted Stabilization Forces.
Rank - Captain
Status - Active
Personnel Records...
Ember Reed was born in Eastern Oregon just before the turn of the century, gracing her parents, Cody and Morgan Reed, as their first and only child as they embraced retirement after lifetimes spent in the service. Proud of their service and proud of their nation, she was immersed from her earliest memories in the immense pride they felt for the glorious nation they called home, their infectious love for their homeland and their ideals of service to their nation. A promising childhood for a happy youth, with loving parents that were dedicated to see her succeed was, however, turned astray naught but a few years after her birth, when the Black Mesa facility caused a resonance cascade, and the world was plunged into the abject horror of the portal storms.
Escaping just barely with their lives in the disorganized, panicked and haphazard evacuation of the Western, and soon Midwestern states, Ember and her family arrived in New York State. Shaken by their experiences in withering the portal storms, and the rapidly decaying situation of the world, they found themselves amidst a flood of humanity, the unfortunate souls who, like them, had lost their homes to the alien scourge devastating the planet. To their credit, her parents held on hope, aiding fellow refugees however they could, and steadfastly sticking to the deteriorating patch of land that they had begun to occupy, rather than join the masses fleeing on boats and aircraft east, to Europe. Dreadful years on years passed, and the situation didn't improve. Rationing struck, the flag changed to reflect a formal cut off of the fallen Western states, rationing worsened, the overcrowding of what cities were left never seemed to ease, and in this backdrop of squalor and suffering, Ember watched on, oblivious in her youth to the true extent of terror it represented. Her parents, however, did not know that luxury, as they sat on the sidelines, unable to do anything as the nation they had sworn an oath to, and served diligently, as their own parents had before them, was brought to its knees by a threat beyond even what they could comprehend, and the world they knew crumbled away.
Three short years was all they had before the grim realities of the portal storms brought with them an even darker truth, and the reaching claw of the combine descended to claim earth as its own. Across the world militaries stood to defend their lands and people, and just as quickly were swept aside. In Europe, France and Germany fought on, at their most extreme Bundsewehr stood even after the cessation of hostilities the world over. Yet, this meant nothing, for from the crowded sprawl of mankind that Ember and her family dwelled within, all they could do was watch as the beleaguered soldiers, marines, airmen and sailors of the United States armed forces, exhausted after three hard years of war against an ceaseless alien tide attempted to combat a technologically and numerically superior force that had arrived without warning. The slow death of the United States had been averted, by the swift decapitating strike of the combine. Their people, their nation, the liberties and ideals they had sworn to and they had held out hope would live were gone, and it didn't even take the full seven hours.
Her parents broke, all their pride and love trampled beneath a loss that threatened to tear them apart, generations of service to what they had found the greatest nation in the world reduced nothing. Faced with accepting that their entire lives to that point had been founded on and meant nothing, they drank the proverbial kool-aid and imbibed the lies of the Combine. Buying into malignant propaganda and falsehood, they fooled themselves into believing some higher notion of the Combine as salvation of humanity, brought away from the United States to the cramped confines of terminal two. Bottling and passing on those lies to their daughter, Ember, just old enough to avoid a worse fate by this point, moved into the early days of occupation from the hell that had been the United States in it's twilight years under Xenian siege, believing earnestly in the goodness of the Combine.
Years later, Ember had truthfully integrated the supposed truths of propaganda into her core, the easiest route in life was easily to accept the goodness of the combine, and now she had grown up with much her life adherent to those very ideas, even as her family was torn apart and sent across the very earth. Ember, perhaps by happenstance, or clerical error by some tired worker for an obscure administrative center, was returned to City One. Returning to the scene of her childhood, now rebuilt by the combine during the renewed retrofits. A dedicated laborer, she lived within the city as a collaborator for a short time, hearing of the growing malignancy that had consumed her childhood and displaced her from everything she had once known, now threatening the lives of the untold thousands, if not millions, that occupied City One. Conscription was placed into effect, and droves of unwitting and unwilling citizens were snatched from their blocks to be serviced as fodder against this threat. Ember was not among them.
Ember remembered well her childhood, hallmarked with the fear of the Xenian invasion, with the muddied and near-forgotten memories of her abandoned home, and saw an opportunity to take all the agony it had rent in her life and so many others and hurl it back unrepentantly. She volunteered for service, and soon found herself onboard a dropship to the Denver wasteland, under the command of Lance Shaw and with a full squad of fellow conscripts to defend the Aeonic Engine in the region, and ensure not only it's Synthetic Legion was able to remain active, but further plans could come to fruition.
What ensued could only be described as two weeks of hell. Any sense of mutual humanity with the Patriots in regions surrounding her own, who, through the blessings of the now disgraced Ilya Zima, she had been among the first to make contact with as a radio operator, lost with their insistence to further the nightmare of the XMZ. Worse yet were the schemes of the Vortigaunts and their own treacheries, most seeking to spread the XMZ and bring about the eradication of humanity under the plans of their vile Elders.
Faced with all this, Reed fought. More than a dozen incursions against Denver were thrown away at the last, untold numbers of Vortigaunts cut down, two grand-elders cut from the mortal coil, and the Patriots seen off where they transgressed. When Lance Shaw fell victim to the Despot, yet another petty warlord of the XMZ, Reed took reigns as the garrison commander, and saw the unit through the last week of fighting, and ultimately the defense of the Ascension facility, where Project Venus Flytrap, then years in the making, launched successfully at great cost.
In the aftermath, she managed to return alongside what remained of her unit into controlled territory aboard a razor train. They were judged, their victories against their failures, and found to equate in balance. Reed, given the formal designation of Captain, achieved her aims. The XMZ had been stopped, one day her birthplace would be recovered, and those she had known would no longer fear the coming spread of it's siege reaching them like it had in Seattle.
In the year since, she's been shuffled from station to station, originally assigned amidst an administration security detail, she has recently been shifted to City One, back to the place she calls home, to take command of it's stabilization force in the face of new, emergent threats.
Escaping just barely with their lives in the disorganized, panicked and haphazard evacuation of the Western, and soon Midwestern states, Ember and her family arrived in New York State. Shaken by their experiences in withering the portal storms, and the rapidly decaying situation of the world, they found themselves amidst a flood of humanity, the unfortunate souls who, like them, had lost their homes to the alien scourge devastating the planet. To their credit, her parents held on hope, aiding fellow refugees however they could, and steadfastly sticking to the deteriorating patch of land that they had begun to occupy, rather than join the masses fleeing on boats and aircraft east, to Europe. Dreadful years on years passed, and the situation didn't improve. Rationing struck, the flag changed to reflect a formal cut off of the fallen Western states, rationing worsened, the overcrowding of what cities were left never seemed to ease, and in this backdrop of squalor and suffering, Ember watched on, oblivious in her youth to the true extent of terror it represented. Her parents, however, did not know that luxury, as they sat on the sidelines, unable to do anything as the nation they had sworn an oath to, and served diligently, as their own parents had before them, was brought to its knees by a threat beyond even what they could comprehend, and the world they knew crumbled away.
Three short years was all they had before the grim realities of the portal storms brought with them an even darker truth, and the reaching claw of the combine descended to claim earth as its own. Across the world militaries stood to defend their lands and people, and just as quickly were swept aside. In Europe, France and Germany fought on, at their most extreme Bundsewehr stood even after the cessation of hostilities the world over. Yet, this meant nothing, for from the crowded sprawl of mankind that Ember and her family dwelled within, all they could do was watch as the beleaguered soldiers, marines, airmen and sailors of the United States armed forces, exhausted after three hard years of war against an ceaseless alien tide attempted to combat a technologically and numerically superior force that had arrived without warning. The slow death of the United States had been averted, by the swift decapitating strike of the combine. Their people, their nation, the liberties and ideals they had sworn to and they had held out hope would live were gone, and it didn't even take the full seven hours.
Her parents broke, all their pride and love trampled beneath a loss that threatened to tear them apart, generations of service to what they had found the greatest nation in the world reduced nothing. Faced with accepting that their entire lives to that point had been founded on and meant nothing, they drank the proverbial kool-aid and imbibed the lies of the Combine. Buying into malignant propaganda and falsehood, they fooled themselves into believing some higher notion of the Combine as salvation of humanity, brought away from the United States to the cramped confines of terminal two. Bottling and passing on those lies to their daughter, Ember, just old enough to avoid a worse fate by this point, moved into the early days of occupation from the hell that had been the United States in it's twilight years under Xenian siege, believing earnestly in the goodness of the Combine.
Years later, Ember had truthfully integrated the supposed truths of propaganda into her core, the easiest route in life was easily to accept the goodness of the combine, and now she had grown up with much her life adherent to those very ideas, even as her family was torn apart and sent across the very earth. Ember, perhaps by happenstance, or clerical error by some tired worker for an obscure administrative center, was returned to City One. Returning to the scene of her childhood, now rebuilt by the combine during the renewed retrofits. A dedicated laborer, she lived within the city as a collaborator for a short time, hearing of the growing malignancy that had consumed her childhood and displaced her from everything she had once known, now threatening the lives of the untold thousands, if not millions, that occupied City One. Conscription was placed into effect, and droves of unwitting and unwilling citizens were snatched from their blocks to be serviced as fodder against this threat. Ember was not among them.
Ember remembered well her childhood, hallmarked with the fear of the Xenian invasion, with the muddied and near-forgotten memories of her abandoned home, and saw an opportunity to take all the agony it had rent in her life and so many others and hurl it back unrepentantly. She volunteered for service, and soon found herself onboard a dropship to the Denver wasteland, under the command of Lance Shaw and with a full squad of fellow conscripts to defend the Aeonic Engine in the region, and ensure not only it's Synthetic Legion was able to remain active, but further plans could come to fruition.
What ensued could only be described as two weeks of hell. Any sense of mutual humanity with the Patriots in regions surrounding her own, who, through the blessings of the now disgraced Ilya Zima, she had been among the first to make contact with as a radio operator, lost with their insistence to further the nightmare of the XMZ. Worse yet were the schemes of the Vortigaunts and their own treacheries, most seeking to spread the XMZ and bring about the eradication of humanity under the plans of their vile Elders.
Faced with all this, Reed fought. More than a dozen incursions against Denver were thrown away at the last, untold numbers of Vortigaunts cut down, two grand-elders cut from the mortal coil, and the Patriots seen off where they transgressed. When Lance Shaw fell victim to the Despot, yet another petty warlord of the XMZ, Reed took reigns as the garrison commander, and saw the unit through the last week of fighting, and ultimately the defense of the Ascension facility, where Project Venus Flytrap, then years in the making, launched successfully at great cost.
In the aftermath, she managed to return alongside what remained of her unit into controlled territory aboard a razor train. They were judged, their victories against their failures, and found to equate in balance. Reed, given the formal designation of Captain, achieved her aims. The XMZ had been stopped, one day her birthplace would be recovered, and those she had known would no longer fear the coming spread of it's siege reaching them like it had in Seattle.
In the year since, she's been shuffled from station to station, originally assigned amidst an administration security detail, she has recently been shifted to City One, back to the place she calls home, to take command of it's stabilization force in the face of new, emergent threats.
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