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CHARACTER:
Name: Nill.
Source: DOGS: Bullets&Carnage.
History: Who knows?
Nill can't talk, so asking her about her past life is out of the question. She doesn't seem like the type to share, not unless your name is Heine Rammsteiner, and Heine isn't too big on sharing either, so as far as her history goes - it's a mystery. A big question mark that's up for speculation, if you ever feel like it, but why would you? She's not special; she's just a mute girl with wings - well. You say the wings are special, but they're kind of pretty useless; just for decoration and nothing more, I bet. Nill doesn't really know - no one really knows what the scientists were up to when they added this and took out her vocal chords.
Something about not making them too special, but special enough to be loved. To be abused. To be used like that's their only purpose in life - haha.
It's not a happy life, what Nill must have led, all before she encountered Heine Rammsteiner one random night. She was running away, a dirty blanket covering up her frame; running away from a man that wanted to train her, and yeah, yeah, train her that way. She's pretty, you know? She may not be able to talk, or scream, or gasp, but her face is expressive enough (it's pretty easy to see when she's scared, or in pain, or all of the above), and that's probably enough to turn anyone on.
(How sick.)
But Heine takes her away from all this, gives her a second chance at life. And he shows her that life's not all that fucked up, that there are some good people left out there, even though they're the kind that never die, never run out of blood to bleed and the kind that have an eyepatch and go batshit crazy without his lady nicotine and the kind that shove her in pretty little dresses that make her go bright red - it's an interesting collection of friends, to say the least. Small, but it's growing, especially when a lady with a scarred chest came into the church one day and saved her -
You know, Nill's life is far from quiet, far from normal.
But it's a whole lot better from what it used to be.
Personality: A quiet (mute) existence that can fade in and out of reality, because no one will ever take notice and no one will ever hear her, but then she's got the attitude of a saint, so it's a little bit harder to look away. Mercy, mercy, always full of nothing but mercy, because she knows the whole world is a terrible place, riddled with bullets and lies, bullets and lead. She'll never look at you with sympathetic eyes (especially him, never him), eyes that say I feel so sorry for you, because she understands, she gets it. She knows that you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. It doesn't matter how many people you kill right in front of her face, because she can always look away.
But this doesn't mean she'll ever be okay with it.
If it was a perfect world, she'd rather have it so that no one has to get hurt, no one has to hide, no one has to cry -- but life doesn't work that way, not in their world, no. But as always, she deals with it, lives with it, because what else can she really do? It's kind of funny though, because one look at her and your first impression will never be "oh, she's a little girl who has seen way too many things she shouldn't have," because she doesn't have that worn-out look, withered down smile. At first glance, you might even think she looks naive, pure -- innocent. But she's not. She never will be.
She's experienced humanity at its worst, seen its ugliest core, so if you expect her to be your friend right away? You're better off asking someone else, because her friendship isn't easily earned. She looks like she'll be the social butterfly, approaching anyone and everyone, but she really isn't. She knows who to trust, and she can count them on one hand, but just because she doesn't trust you at first, doesn't mean she'll never give you a chance. Nill's just a kid, after all, too young to be all grown-up (to be completely gone), so she still has that child-like curiousity. That ever-present hope. Are you going to be nice? Are you going to be cruel? Which one is it? Which one will it be?
But once you've got her hooked? You've got a person that will wait forever for you, a person that will always be there, a person that'll never abandon you, even when you tell her to. Her loyalty's just that solid -- which probably explains why she's completely comfortable with leaving her life in the hands of one unstable Haine Rammsteiner (he's not a monster, he isn't, no--), the one she'll never doubt, the one she'll always wait for.
Biggest Fear: Losing the life she now lives, the happiness she gained. It's not perfect, it's far from normal (come on, she lives everyday knowing that something bad could happen), but it's the happiest she's ever been. (Please don't take it away.)
Powers: None! Nill's just a normal girl - as normal as a girl can get with tiny angel wings, anyway.
SAMPLES:
Third Person:
It wasn't like - she was worried. No, she wasn't, she was calm as she could be, a little bit distressed, concerned, but definitely not worried. No. Haine would be alright (he was coming, he was coming-), Naoto, too, and Granny Liza, and - you get the point. As long as no one touched them, then they would be okay, right? That was how she saw things. She didn't need any other reassurance.
But with the way she kept glancing around at all the doors, trying to remember which one she had gone through, it sort of made you think - maybe she really was worried. Worried about how she was going to get back.
( Then again, that might have been obvious, too. )
It was just unfortunate she couldn't do a whole lot about it, other than come here (just as that man had told her-), and wait. Standing near a cluster of doors, somewhere within the Clocktower (it almost looked like the church, just a bit, with its European flair) -
Instinct made her not want to give up her gear just yet, much to that shady person's dismay (he was sort of scary, now that she thought about it, looking like he wanted to throttle her for refusing), but she wasn't quite sure what made her decide to stay here (aside from forgetting where the exit was, anyway). Not that it really mattered, because that man from earlier on was coming to help her.
And Haine, too, of course.
Maybe it was the waiting part that was getting to her.
Without time, it seemed like it went on forever, without end, dragging on and on, but she was patient. She had to be.
It would make this whole thing a lot less worrisome than it really was.
First Person:
[It appears to be a VIDEO feed, of a black background- at close inspection, it looks like it's a fabric of some kind. But the focus moves and now you're looking at the face of a girl who's quite curious. The feed gets kind of shaky (maybe it's because she's pressing buttons around), and sometimes it zooms in on her cheek, sometimes it zooms out so that you see a huge bow peeking out from behind her head, and then the color goes missing. Black and white.
A vague sound makes her look away from the screen, and suddenly, everything goes black. Switching to TEXT.]
h e llo?
[But the sound comes back, back to VIDEO, and the only thing that can be heard is the vague scratching against the door, and the only thing that can be seen is the girl's face darting a glance toward it, frightened. Startled. It seems like she drops the device, because the next thing that flashes is the floor, the roll of red tape--
It's picked up again. Back to TEXT.]
scary.
noises.
nill does not want--
help?
Notes: None that I could think of.
Name: Nill.
Source: DOGS: Bullets&Carnage.
History: Who knows?
Nill can't talk, so asking her about her past life is out of the question. She doesn't seem like the type to share, not unless your name is Heine Rammsteiner, and Heine isn't too big on sharing either, so as far as her history goes - it's a mystery. A big question mark that's up for speculation, if you ever feel like it, but why would you? She's not special; she's just a mute girl with wings - well. You say the wings are special, but they're kind of pretty useless; just for decoration and nothing more, I bet. Nill doesn't really know - no one really knows what the scientists were up to when they added this and took out her vocal chords.
Something about not making them too special, but special enough to be loved. To be abused. To be used like that's their only purpose in life - haha.
It's not a happy life, what Nill must have led, all before she encountered Heine Rammsteiner one random night. She was running away, a dirty blanket covering up her frame; running away from a man that wanted to train her, and yeah, yeah, train her that way. She's pretty, you know? She may not be able to talk, or scream, or gasp, but her face is expressive enough (it's pretty easy to see when she's scared, or in pain, or all of the above), and that's probably enough to turn anyone on.
(How sick.)
But Heine takes her away from all this, gives her a second chance at life. And he shows her that life's not all that fucked up, that there are some good people left out there, even though they're the kind that never die, never run out of blood to bleed and the kind that have an eyepatch and go batshit crazy without his lady nicotine and the kind that shove her in pretty little dresses that make her go bright red - it's an interesting collection of friends, to say the least. Small, but it's growing, especially when a lady with a scarred chest came into the church one day and saved her -
You know, Nill's life is far from quiet, far from normal.
But it's a whole lot better from what it used to be.
Personality: A quiet (mute) existence that can fade in and out of reality, because no one will ever take notice and no one will ever hear her, but then she's got the attitude of a saint, so it's a little bit harder to look away. Mercy, mercy, always full of nothing but mercy, because she knows the whole world is a terrible place, riddled with bullets and lies, bullets and lead. She'll never look at you with sympathetic eyes (especially him, never him), eyes that say I feel so sorry for you, because she understands, she gets it. She knows that you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. It doesn't matter how many people you kill right in front of her face, because she can always look away.
But this doesn't mean she'll ever be okay with it.
If it was a perfect world, she'd rather have it so that no one has to get hurt, no one has to hide, no one has to cry -- but life doesn't work that way, not in their world, no. But as always, she deals with it, lives with it, because what else can she really do? It's kind of funny though, because one look at her and your first impression will never be "oh, she's a little girl who has seen way too many things she shouldn't have," because she doesn't have that worn-out look, withered down smile. At first glance, you might even think she looks naive, pure -- innocent. But she's not. She never will be.
She's experienced humanity at its worst, seen its ugliest core, so if you expect her to be your friend right away? You're better off asking someone else, because her friendship isn't easily earned. She looks like she'll be the social butterfly, approaching anyone and everyone, but she really isn't. She knows who to trust, and she can count them on one hand, but just because she doesn't trust you at first, doesn't mean she'll never give you a chance. Nill's just a kid, after all, too young to be all grown-up (to be completely gone), so she still has that child-like curiousity. That ever-present hope. Are you going to be nice? Are you going to be cruel? Which one is it? Which one will it be?
But once you've got her hooked? You've got a person that will wait forever for you, a person that will always be there, a person that'll never abandon you, even when you tell her to. Her loyalty's just that solid -- which probably explains why she's completely comfortable with leaving her life in the hands of one unstable Haine Rammsteiner (he's not a monster, he isn't, no--), the one she'll never doubt, the one she'll always wait for.
Biggest Fear: Losing the life she now lives, the happiness she gained. It's not perfect, it's far from normal (come on, she lives everyday knowing that something bad could happen), but it's the happiest she's ever been. (Please don't take it away.)
Powers: None! Nill's just a normal girl - as normal as a girl can get with tiny angel wings, anyway.
SAMPLES:
Third Person:
It wasn't like - she was worried. No, she wasn't, she was calm as she could be, a little bit distressed, concerned, but definitely not worried. No. Haine would be alright (he was coming, he was coming-), Naoto, too, and Granny Liza, and - you get the point. As long as no one touched them, then they would be okay, right? That was how she saw things. She didn't need any other reassurance.
But with the way she kept glancing around at all the doors, trying to remember which one she had gone through, it sort of made you think - maybe she really was worried. Worried about how she was going to get back.
( Then again, that might have been obvious, too. )
It was just unfortunate she couldn't do a whole lot about it, other than come here (just as that man had told her-), and wait. Standing near a cluster of doors, somewhere within the Clocktower (it almost looked like the church, just a bit, with its European flair) -
Instinct made her not want to give up her gear just yet, much to that shady person's dismay (he was sort of scary, now that she thought about it, looking like he wanted to throttle her for refusing), but she wasn't quite sure what made her decide to stay here (aside from forgetting where the exit was, anyway). Not that it really mattered, because that man from earlier on was coming to help her.
And Haine, too, of course.
Maybe it was the waiting part that was getting to her.
Without time, it seemed like it went on forever, without end, dragging on and on, but she was patient. She had to be.
It would make this whole thing a lot less worrisome than it really was.
First Person:
[It appears to be a VIDEO feed, of a black background- at close inspection, it looks like it's a fabric of some kind. But the focus moves and now you're looking at the face of a girl who's quite curious. The feed gets kind of shaky (maybe it's because she's pressing buttons around), and sometimes it zooms in on her cheek, sometimes it zooms out so that you see a huge bow peeking out from behind her head, and then the color goes missing. Black and white.
A vague sound makes her look away from the screen, and suddenly, everything goes black. Switching to TEXT.]
h e llo?
[But the sound comes back, back to VIDEO, and the only thing that can be heard is the vague scratching against the door, and the only thing that can be seen is the girl's face darting a glance toward it, frightened. Startled. It seems like she drops the device, because the next thing that flashes is the floor, the roll of red tape--
It's picked up again. Back to TEXT.]
scary.
noises.
nill does not want--
help?
Notes: None that I could think of.