Post by Lucian A. Dragomir on Oct 16, 2015 19:41:22 GMT
Lucian Alexei Dragomir
FACE CLAIM: Alex Pettyfer
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AGE: Twenty-six
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
GROUP: The Furrina
POSITION: "weapons coordinator"WE ALL HAVE A STORY...
what's yours?
Behavioral Analysis Interview:
Subject, state your full name, age, group and position.
Lucian Alexei Dragomir, Twenty-six, The Furrina , Weapons Coordinator
A weapons coordinator?
That's what I said, isn't it?
Mr. Dragomir, as one of the lawless, wouldn't you say that a weapons coordinator might be, useless perhaps?
We all have a right to a weapon, to defend ourselves from the Doomed, from other imposing threats, why would it be useless?
Well the lawless are a little unorthodox, and violent. What keeps them from turning on you?
Because I'm better at yielding the weapon I'm giving them than they are.
Is that a fact?
Would you like me to show you?
No that's quite alright. Tell me more about yourself, Mr. Dragomir. How did you end up lawless?
Well, you see, I started out as a city-dweller with my family, my parents, and my two little sisters.
And for the record, what are their names?
Layla and Cora.
Thank you, continue.
My parents worked in the club district, offering booze to those who did their best to forget the situation we've been in for the past seventy years or so. It was to escape the reality of what's happening here. Our civilization dying, rotting away like the rest of the human race. When I was young, I guess you could say I understood it. Who wouldn't want to forget that everyone was dying and that our world was a desolate wasteland. My father cheated on my mother with the whores that littered the area around their work, and my mother drank herself into a stupor. They couldn't take care of themselves. Or us. Which was when Layla became the mother figure. She took care of Cora and I.
Would you say you're close to your sisters because of this?
*laughs* We've barely scratched the surface of my relationship with my sisters. As I was saying, and if you interrupt again, we may go back to me demonstrating my skills with weapons, Layla took care of us. She was Cora's favorite, they were inseparable, and although she cared for me too, I never quite appreciated her efforts. She was too...vulnerable, too ready to give and not take, you know? And in a family like ours, it was unacceptable to be weak. So I figured, I should try showing her what would happen if she continued being weak.
H-How?
She was fixing dinner one night for us, we'd scrounged up some canned food and even some bread that was hard as a rock. Cora was in her room, reading one of the books that Lissa, my...mother, had lying around. Layla always sang when she was cooking, moving her hips with the beat of some stupid melody she always had playing in her head. Her back was turned to me while she was cooking, a stupid mistake on her part because she was so unprepared for what happened next.
W-what did you do to her?
The bread knife was sitting on the countertop, unattended, and the only sharp object I could find. So without her even hearing a thing, I snagged the bread knife, the edges nice and serated and I had it pressed to her throat within seconds. Her back was pressed up against me and I edged the knife across her throat, not firm enough to saw it off, that would have taken a lot of work and time that I didn't have. In hindsight, maybe the bread knife wasn't my best weapon, but I wasn't as experienced then as I am now. Anyway, off topic. I barely nicked her throat and blood just started sliding down her neck. It was fascinating the way it would brim up along the cut and just slip over and down. And the color looked so intriguing against her skin.
Uh....
What? I didn't kill her.
And what made you stop? Why didn't you kill her?
She's my family.
......and yet you held a knife to her throat, cut her and terrified her. What does family have to do with any of that?
I taught her a lesson. I taught her that being vulnerable, being weak wouldn't cut it in this world. She needed to learn that she couldn't trust everyone because it would get her hurt or killed.
And how did she take it?
Layla was upset, but she was a good sister to me. She didn't tell my parents, she didn't even tell Cora. I think she trusted what I was trying to teach her. She trusted me the way that a sister should. I was taking care of her.
Right....back to how you became part of the Furrina.
Well life became boring around my house, Layla was overly doting to everyone, Cora was always so cheerful and had her nose constantly in a book. And my parents were never around, so I strayed. I wandered around our city, and I picked up my pick-pocketing skill around that time. The Axios leadership weren't fond of stealing, but I never went under heavy punishment for taking things that didn't belong to me. It wasn't until I took a knife and held it against someone else's throat that they began to mind and decided they didn't want me in their community any longer.
Which led to you becoming a wanderer and directed you towards the lawless life-style.
Correct.
And what of your family, where did they end up?
To be honest, I can't be entirely sure. My parents I do believe came down with the Rot and are on their deathbed if they aren't already dead. As for Layla and Cora, I don't imagine they would have stayed in the Axios district if my parents weren't around. You see, I've been looking for them, but they have escaped my radar.
Why are you looking for them?
They're my family. They belong with me.
*gulps*
Now, how about that demonstration? I bet you're dying to see it...BEHIND THE MASK...
who are you really?
SAMPLE: Show us an example of what you can do! It can be anything, either from this character or another site. Do not use links.
USERNAME: Tr1X
AGE GROUP: tWenTy
EXPERIENCE: 5ever
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Meeeeelllll
