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Nataliya Sokolova | The Caretaker

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(Something something, final update soon)
 
Moved to Rebel Biographies on request of the poster.
 
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One of many final updates coming soon

Added:

@Leko - Uwe Schulz

Updated:

Theme

@Marco - The Precarious Trimarete

The Caretaker

Soon:

More rogue cops

Rebels

That one dude with the funny purple stone

'Close' 'Friends'
 
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THE RUINS OF I-24 ARE HIDING SOMETHING MAGNIFICENT
THE RUINS OF I-24 ARE HIDING SOMETHING MAGNIFICENT
THE RUINS OF I-24 ARE HIDING SOMETHING MAGNIFICENT
THE RUINS OF I-24 ARE HIDING SOMETHING MAGNIFICENT
THE RUINS OF I-24 ARE HIDING SOMETHING MAGNIFICENT
THE RUINS OF I-24 ARE HIDING SOMETHING MAGNIFICENT

BABEL FALLS AGAIN
BABEL FALLS AGAIN
BABEL FALLS AGAIN
BABEL FALLS AGAIN
BABEL FALLS AGAIN
BABEL FALLS AGAIN


Ministry of Civil Protection be like: 'I have my whole nepotism, roleplay suppression & overreach ahead of me' no you don't The Grix are coming 😂

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Added:

Ludwig Jager - @Kappatalist
Juniper Stenhouse-Roberts - @nora
Louis Carmichael - @Nezoose
Marcus Cross - @Omega ​
 

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is that my FUCKING COW!? WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY COW!?
 
'Nataliya, can you kindly tell us yet again, how many sigil stones there are that need to be collected?'

The humble reaction:


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just imagine her blonde or something idk


Total Rebel Victory


Total Combine L
 


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Freedom, is but an idea. It exists in the everyman of this planet and for some? It is a dream that envelops us all. Such an idea was ripped from our grasp nigh upon two decades ago, from myself, from my family and from those who I can now call friends. Oppression was but their mask of fear and control, the jackboot an unrelenting vice pressed down upon us, the stun-baton a tool used to force us into subservience, and the bullet their ultimate show of force.

Their need for control, for oppression was unnatural for us because it was all they knew. For the species they enslaved, those they drove to extinction. Humanity to be used as yet another pawn within their grand game of chess they called domination. Yet through it all, hundreds if not thousands of people were already signed up to the inevitable crescendo that we would play for all that could, would hear it. Be it through backroom deals, subtle manipulation or outright aggression. Every man, woman, vortigaunt and others played their part, setting the stage for humanity's finest hour to where we would rip off the mask of oppression, to replace it with the idea of freedom yet again.

And through it all, we lost many along the way. Friends, family, loved ones, husbands and wives. All of them giving their life for a sunrise they would never see, yet they gave their lives knowing that our next generation would.

I tell you this, not as a heroic fighter, someone that folktale would be told by families sat around the fireplace, remembering those valiant hearts who rose up, I tell you this as but a victim. For nigh on twenty years ago I was issued an ultimatum, 'Suicide, or service'. Service in yet many of the oppressors that would've kept their jackboots on our necks till we were wrung of the very breath in our breasts. And through it all? I tried in my own ways, blind eyes, second chances to outright subtle insubordination, yet it would never be enough. For my deepest regrets still haunt me now, nestled here in this grandiose and magnificent bunker my comrades find ourselves in.

Through that twenty years of servitude, I had my very mind toyed with and manipulated, my memories replaced for sheer delusion, my emotions suppressed till little more than simplistic contentedness remained, my dreams no longer a place I could retreat to for an escape, little more than the darkness behind my eyelids remained. But through it all, I maintained my faith, my faith that was attempted to be manipulated into their so-called 'Ascension'.

Yet, I sit here, with comrades around me and two people who look up to me almost as their maternal figure, I don't know how to explain it, I'd say I would be happy, but I would be titled a liar if I said I was, I attempt to feel happiness, yet feel nothing. I attempt to feel sorrow and to mourn for those who I have lost through the years, yet feel empty. I attempt to feel anger to unleash upon those who controlled me, yet I feel little more than embers rather than the fires of passion.

Yet, I know on the day of my judgement, I will know I tried my best. I could've gave into my most primal desires bordering on sin. Greed, Wraith, Lust, Hatred and many more desires that I could list here. Something that plagued all of those in 'so-called' power.

Dated: 15/05/2029

Found within the room of Nataliya 'Fives' Sokolova at the former European Organization of Nuclear Research.
 

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I
WAS
THERE.

IN
THE
LAND
WHERE
THE
CYCLE
BEGAN.

IN
THE
LAND
WHERE
GOD-
KINGS
TAMED
THE
CRAWLING
CHAOS,
BOUGHT
ABOUT
ORDER
WITH
THE
FIRST
WRITTEN
WORD.

IN
TIME
YOU
TOO
WILL
UNDER-
STAND.


OUR WORK HERE IS DONE, SEE YOU AT THE FIRE.







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