George
Willard Networks Whistleblower
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Ozymandias
"It's all gonna be okay."
 | -BASIC INFORMATION- NAME: ■■■■■■■■■■■ ALIAS: ■■■■■■■ NICKNAMES: ■■■■ CID: ■■■■■ GENDER: Male AGE: ■■■■■ DATE OF BIRTH: ■■■■■■■ NATIONALITY: ■■■■■■■ PLACE OF BIRTH: ■■■■■ CURRENT LOCATION: City 24 EDUCATION: ■■■■■■■ OCCUPATION: ■■■■■ | -PHYSICAL INFORMATION- PHYSICAL STATE: ALIVE HEIGHT: ■■■■■ WEIGHT: ■■■ EYES: ■■■■■■■ HAIR: ■■■■■■ ETHNICITY: ■■■■■ BODY TYPE: ■■■■■■■■ CLOTHES: ■■■■■■■■■ NOTABLE FEATURES: ■■■■■■■ |
-PSYCHOLOGICAL INFORMATION- MENTAL STATE: Unstable MENTAL DISABILITIES: ■■■■■ INTERESTS: ■■■■■ LIKES: ■■■■■ DISLIKES: ■■■■■■■■■■ KNOWN LANGUAGES: ■■■■■■■■■■ | -FAMILY- MOTHER: ■■■■■ FATHER: ■■■■■■■ |
-Backstory- I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. - Percy Bysshe Shelley |  |
The ground on which I walk is broken, we are enslaved and yet we live in the delusion of freedom. How many toy soldiers shall be culled in the name of revolution? One mans victory is another's propaganda, lies woven in the very fabric of our existence. When you wish to kill a weed you must destroy it's roots, it's very foundation. Revolution is not a fight fought with weaponry but through the minds, eyes and ears of those around us. The goal is true and yet none can be trusted. One wrong word and it shall be over. I must do what must be done, but at what cost? To be hated or to be loved are merely trivial in the scale of the mission. Defeat them all, at any cost. The reign of terror will end soon enough, all empires fall. The façade of their powers curtain will be lifted in front of the eyes of the sheep. The pen is stronger than the bullet, but one must force the people to read. Let the squabbles continue, bide our time. It shall be over soon. Times will change, I must ensure it. Children will read about us in the history books in boredom, and that is all I intend. Times will change, they must change. Our survival depends on it. To kill an empire you cannot have a revolution or else idealists shall remain, you must ensure it's failure. From the top I shall sit on my tower made of stone, overlooking the kingdom on which I hate and resent. Slow is the path towards the salvation of humanity, though first we must ensure it's failure. An empire doesn't fall due to revolutions or war, it falls due to it's own failures. This failure is what I must ensure, day after day we must work towards the path. I know what I must do, the sacrifices I must make. It must be me to do this, I ask of nobody else to endure this. The children of the future will read about me in their books, the great failure, though the failure is my greatest intention. Like a cancer from within, a body tricked to feed and nurture it, slowly eating away at the foundation of the body until all that is left is the core morals, humanity. Life will go on, somehow. They need us, or else why would we still be here? To torment us? I think not. They require us for something, thus our lives will continue until it is no longer. There will be no celebrations when this is over, no parades, my name will not be one spoken of greatness, yet I will have saved us unknowingly. An animal can fight back against it's vet, for it does not know it's intentions. One day we shall all be forgotten, a future we can all hope for. To the stars, City 24.  |
-Relations- ■■■■ A good man, one I'd even consider a friend. You wish to join them, which worries me. Perhaps you will act as a wolf in sheep's clothing, but how long until a starved wolf begins to eat his own pack? ■■■■■ A man in a position of power, and yet powerless and observed. I regret your fate as it was partially my doing, and yet you will serve your use soon enough. ■■■■ A man of similar ideals, though without the gut to pursue them. You have a history of telling others about me and my ideals, though I feel you do not even truly understand them yourself. I will be watching you. ■■■■■■ You came to me from the former, asking for your place. I respect the ingenuity. You are yet to prove useful to me, how ever an idealist is something I cannot take lightly. Perhaps in future I can find you work, though for now you must remain dormant. ■■■■■ The other side of life and a close friend, struck with woes... It is unfortunate. I'll help you in your ideas, though merely as a benefit of my own. A favour here from me will be repaid, the debt is owed. |
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