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Andrea Tusgård
The baker

Spoiler: Theme

cheerful but private, she wears nice clothes but her hair is messy, often tied in a bun or ponytail with her flatcap. She often keeps to the walls observing, but always ready to inject herself, either with comments or simple jabs. ​

NAME Andrea Tusgård NICKNAMES Baker, Bagel girl GENDER Female AGE 25 DATE OF BIRTH 23/6/1991 PLACE OF BIRTH Denmark CURRENT LOCATION CIty 13 EDUCATION Nine OCCUPATION CCI, Store clerk​

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-PERSONALITY- “Mhm” Cheerful, and filled with banter, she is always ready to deliver a jab to her friends, however not far underneath there is an emotional woman. She often tells stories from her past, a tale of a hard life but also one filled with great moments and lessons. -FAMILY- MOTHER: Anja Tusgård / [Redacted]. FATHER: Jørgen Tusgård / Dead. SIBLINGS: Maja Tusgård / [Redacted]​

-LIKES AND INTERESTS-​ Baking​ Drinking​ Drawing​ Plushies​ -DISLIKES AND AVOIDANCES-​ Violence​

-Story- Early life Spoiler Before the combine I was born and raised on a farm, far from the “big” city, I don’t remember much of my early life, just that my dad was strict, there was rarely a reason to try and fight him about getting something, because if it ever got heated he would send me to the stables to blow off steam, there was always some manure to shovel. While I remember being angry at him early on, I came to appreciate it. I didn’t turn out to be one of those kids that threw tantrums or always tried to argue for no other reason than to argue. Of course there was school, always so boring I rarely followed the subjects only a bit of math because for some reason I always had a way with numbers, and finding the solution to equations. Perhaps that would have been my life, if not for the portal storms, school soon ended, and most of my friends fled, but not us my dad refused to give up the farm, he instead turned it into a fortress, I remember some of the other farmers moving in, we were able to keep going for a long time, it was only after the combine that things again changed. I remember they arrived to inform us that moving to the city was no longer a recommendation but an order, we accepted it, secretly I was happy to be leaving that makeshift fortress behind, while we didn’t endure the same attacks as I later heard from others, it was good to be safe. Well I say we accepted, one person refused my dad, he refused to give up his families farm, their legacy as he called it. He took his rifle and tried to fight, a few shots and afterwards silence, we were driven off, not even a word of what happened. Before the pit My mom and sister were never the same ever since, resentful for their new life, they never tried to adapt to the new world, they only wanted to return to the old one. But I did, I adapted and began working towards a normal life in the new world, I was still young enough to avoid working, but even after that changed I worked at the factory, and I was good at it, I was offered a proper job once I turned 18, of course I accepted it I would be a fool not to, imagine where I could be in just a few more years, I was already imagining myself as a foreman. Well those fucking cunts had other plans, they bombed my place of work, and left enough evidence to be identified… Why did you do it? And why did you leave me in the dark and behind to be taken. The two people that were supposed to be adults in my life, turned out to be the children, while they saw me as nothing more than that small child that was too stupid to understand anything. Anja and Maja, you ruined my life, I suffered because of you, and I hope that you suffer too. Once civil protection learned who was behind the bombing it didn’t take long for them to come for me, in the middle of the night the door was kicked in, a bag over my head, and I never saw my apartment again. I spend a week, being moved from a cell to an interrogation chamber, they kept asking the same questions I believe early on, they thought I might actually hold the answers to them, but later I know some of them just dragged me into that chamber for fun, they didn’t even keep up the pretense of interrogation, they could do what they wanted because I had nothing I could give them. One day, an officer walks into my cell, I barely looked up at that point, I had long been defeated, but he didn’t grab me, he simply handed me a paper “You are being relocated”, I was escorted to the train, and send away never to see my home again, it was only after hours on the train I finally looked at the paper, City 13, District 1. None of it really mattered. I was being moved far away, to a place where my family could never reach me, in a way that is what I wanted. Baking Spoiler Spoiler: Drawing I learned it to survive, a sentence to anyone else would seem bizarre, but it was the only thing I could truly do, keeping the ovens going as we tried to feed people with whatever scraps were collected that day. I remember the kitchen and counter all that work, and then suddenly the rush as we tried to feed the mass, though being fast was little issue, the true issue were the denials as they say desperation breeds violence. I tried it here, but quickly learned that the rules were different, and perhaps I was unneeded at least in the streets, what was once a tool of survival turned into a means to earn money, a thing that had done nothing but cost me money became my main means to earn it. Ironic isn’t it, but that changed when I joined the CCI, maybe not at first but quickly I cooked less, always too busy. So in the end my tool of survival has turned into nothing but a hobby, but maybe that is the for the better, cooking for someone I care about, and friends is different from the masses, baking pastries instead of bread, stews instead of skewers, and most of all being able to take my time with it. Baking is where I can find myself Slums/The pit Spoiler Spoiler: Theme My home, I remember the views, the atmosphere and the smell. It was shit, but it was home. Arriving was harsh, people are reclusive at first, but well being useful and perhaps a bit charming has its perks. So I became useful and survived. Life was harsh, sometimes without food, other times people took advantage of my weakness, but I later found ways to cover them all, you don’t always have to be strong if you simply have friends, with the right tools and I did. Things at first were the same then I arrived in district 8, I quickly found my place, a small stall helping provide food, and it didn’t take long for people to pledge their protection, but I quickly learnt that here the people didn’t care about helping others only caring about fighting in their suicidal war. So I left, perhaps forever, to find a better life where I provide something different. I wonder what my old friends would think if they saw me now, they would think me a traitor most likely, maybe they are right, or maybe they simply hate that someone can rise beyond the slums. Rebels Spoiler If I had to describe you in one word, it would have been idealist. I used to look at you with a kind of intrigue and admiration, that you could see the world conquer government toppled, and believe that you could still change the course of history, one has to admire it. In the slums, I sometimes leaned on you to aid me in my goals, you provided a bit but I did realize, you only threw scraps, and only to pull me into your net, you never cared about the people, then we were beaten in retaliation, you were ready to blame loyalist, and civil protection, but never yourself. The breaking point came then I realized the event that I always worked to avoid was your goal, you didn’t see innocents dying, you saw opportunity, that if you just had another shot at it, you could achieve your goals, damned be the innocent lives lost. My time outside the slums have not helped your image, being forced to dodge your bombs and bullets, dealing with your threats, seeing the damage you cause. You're not freedom fighters, your children throwing a tantrum, nothing more, burning down the store, for what? Because I reported a crime, even in my slummer days the rules were clear, you don’t snitch in the slums, but what happens in the city you should expect reported. So no you're not idealist , your terrorist that thinks their cause justifies the blood of the innocent, you will throw away the lives of us all, in exchange for a nice chair in the halls. CCI Spoiler Then I joined I hoped to hide away in an office, doing paperwork, approving reports and requests. Turns out it was very different. I spend my days looking at data, at the lives of citizens, trying to spot that small inconsistency that may unravel a thread of lies. I can’t say I dislike it though, I’m good at it, people respect me, and I have influence, I can actually shape our society and improve it. I can do so much good more than I ever could handing out food from a stall. Yet do I do that?, have I made changes for the better? The work is constant, often my breaks are broken by a radio call, or a citizen asking for help with something, but I like it because it means I'm important, that I’m needed, that I can’t simply be replaced tomorrow. Besides it they say if you love your job, you never work a day of your life, and I love my job, the satisfaction of finally seeing the web coming together, of hosting an event planned for a long time, or being able to help a citizen along on their path to greatness. I’m finally someone

-RELATIONSHIPS- LOVES ADMIRES BEST FRIEND FRIEND ACQUAINTANCE DISLIKES HATES DECEASED Holly Russel Friend and Coworker Heinrich Bauer Stability, potential threat What happened to us Johan Engelhof Supervisor, Report deposit Navarro Damage Control Arthur Roche Controlled supervision Aliya Brainless brain of UTC Danijel Worthy outsider Allan Karl Rasmussen Dangerous thrill seeker Sunita Emotional failure Veikko Chance Given, Chance wasted Serial killer Spoiler: You ruined Everything Spoiler: Drawing Everything was going so well, until you came along and ruined everything. What are you even, for I know that you are not human, for a human cannot do such things. I’m glad my skills were not so rusty that I couldn’t escape you, and someday those skills will be coming for you. As long as you live I will never be satisfied, I hope that I get my hands on you, that I get to strangle the life out of you, that you suffer as I do.

 

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Updated, and no I ain't gonna use the discord sue me