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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- 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. And yet you abandoned me for them, left me alone in the dark, left me to fend for myself. Is there something I can’t see, maybe behind the great veil you're better than what I can see. There has to be something grand that makes it all worth it, even if it hurts those closest to you. Maybe I’m the fool, the one that fell for their propaganda and I am nothing more than an oppressor. I wish I could speak with you, if only so I could understand why you left me that day. 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 How much have I given up for this job, am I even the same person, I looked in the mirror, and a part of myself was disgusted. And for what? Do they even care about me or do they only care about what I can do for them? How many people have I hurt by now? I don’t feel the pain anymore, not since him. I can’t stop now, there has to be a reward at the end of this, something to make it worth it. Besides I can’t return home anymore they would sooner kill me than let me back into the flock. What would you say if you saw me now, would you see me as family, or would you put a bullet in my head. I sometimes think I deserve the latter, that I’m now a beast to be hunted. I must do this, for else the suffering would be wasted.

-RELATIONSHIPS- LOVES ADMIRES BEST FRIEND FRIEND ACQUAINTANCE DISLIKES HATES DECEASED Pip In need of guidance and protection Danijel Worthy outsider Holly Russel Friend and Coworker Johan Engelhof Supervisor, Report deposit Navarro Damage Control Arthur Roche Controlled supervision Aliya Brainless brain of UTC Allan Karl Rasmussen Dangerous thrill seeker Sunita Emotional failure Veikko Chance Given, Chance wasted Andrea Tusgård Monster in the making Heinrich Bauer Stability, potential threat Spoiler: I was right… sadly You were a good man, I enjoyed your company, sometimes your jokes were a little much but you knew then to dial it back and be serious, I saw a future with you. We could have stood at the top, reached such heights. But you threw it all away, wasted it on the suicidal crusade, I know that it’s easy to fall for their lies, I don’t blame you for it, but I will blame you for the lies, the deception. I TRUSTED you, I let you close, I opened myself to you, and you spit in my face. And you have the guts to blame me, to say that I wanted you dead, that I’m the cause for your misfortune. No you did this to yourself, you were given EVERY chance to change, to become something better, now you get to die in some pointless war fighting your once comrades. Pathetic really, but that is what you are. Before I wanted you to be better, but this time I do hope you die, that your body joins all those pointlessly killed in pursuit of nothing. 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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