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"Nope. Not now. Just write it on a post-it and put it on my desk."[N/A]

Name: Cilla Harker
Age: 30 (March 3rd)
Job and Income: Computer programmer, formerly chief executive officer. | Previously high, currently low.
Affiliation: Misfortune + Shattered Sun, but none in her heart.
Abilities: Future vision.
Personality:
Cilla is direct, even harsh, the sort of person to speak frankly and tell things like they are with a brand of severe and brutal honesty. She is not one to beat around the bush, nor scheme and manipulate. Life is too short to skirt around issues or spin elaborate webs. Why wait?

If she needs something, she reaches out and acquires it with no regard to how she may be perceived. If she detests someone, she lets them know with blatant hostility, and generally thinks the worst of people from the onset with few crawling out of such a ruling. The world’s proven it doesn’t deserve a damn thing more than enough. That being said, Cilla advocates for social justice and is paradoxically altruistic to the disenfranchised. Call it pity, call it hypocritical, in truth it’s a detail in a blanket statement Cilla has not stopped to analyze.

Her actions are tinged with this same quality of impatience, almost as if she is pained every second an exchange drones on or simply doesn’t grip her. For this reason, she is quick to make up her mind, for better or for worse. Her need to get from one point to the next as quickly as possible makes her reckless and generally impulsive. She compartmentalizes her problems and files them away the moment they have been dealt with, paying little heed to nuances and consequences. If she does notice the details or ponder the big picture, she will outright neglect the other. Often such a thing is bypassed entirely, though. Cilla acts for the sake of instant resolution, for getting things over with as soon as possible. In her eyes there is no point in sticking around to deliberate. It burns daylight.
Background:
Amidst a backdrop of imminent war, everything was still quite peachy for Cilla up until a decade ago. She’d grown up locally, not even a stone’s throw from what was to become Argent, so as the tumultuous world around her twisted and turned, she focused on what parts remained quiet and still. That much was astoundingly easy, as she’d found herself married and starting a family with her wife. Political conflict seemed like nothing but background noise, this news of mounting warfare would simply fade in time, Myra and their son Jacob took the foreground.

Cilla worked on her personal pursuits as a computer scientist, founding a startup for a lifestyle assistant called Evermind, an application conceived to make daily life easier. It aggregated personal notes, emails, and even client data, while issuing out reminders and archiving data. It took off as a tool for individuals and eventually large organizations, and through the success of her business, Cilla found herself in a great deal of wealth. Through the upturned chaos and reshuffling of the world around them, business thrived. As the new city of Argent mandated smaller living spaces, money found its way to lofty real estate. As the war reached a head, as others lost stable incomes, her family remained safely tucked away.

They were untouchable, detached from the rest. Such was life for a time. Until Myra got sick, very sick. They had the means to pay for the treatments, the consultation and medication. Even as chemicals lay waste to the sky and polluted the air around them, they had the means to ignore it all. Funds poured into relieving her condition, but as the years drew on, Myra’s health worsened, and worsened still to the point of inevitability.

Her recollection of the years following were fragmented and hazy. Not so much a real experience as they were torn up bits and pieces of half a decade stapled back together. Cilla took an extended leave of absence from her position in the company, her son was taken under her parents’ roof. And now that was life. She recalled a lot of things. She recalled desperate nights contemplating some sort of digital immortality, empty sadness for the world she found herself in, and deep anger in the vile people who’d made it so. She recalled waking up one morning just to continue affixing more scraps to this growing recollection. And that was life.

Other:
- Deaths: 2. Tattoo located on left wrist.
- She is 5’10.
- Trans woman. She transitioned in her teens with a supportive family at her back, and formerly championed social causes when she could. Chose to keep the details away from the public eye, but it’s an incredibly important part of who she is.
- Very forgetful, often litters her dwelling with post its to remember where things are and makes use of her own reminder app on her phone. Less forgetful when it comes to people, but sometimes individuals are just uninteresting.
- Has a fascination with fossils and preserved things. Collects anything from insects trapped in amber to fossilized sea life and reptiles preserved in formaldehyde. In a sense they’re all immortalized upon her shelves, and that’s pretty interesting.
- Heavy metal fan who never quite stopped being one. Her favorite band is Crystalline, an all-woman quartet with soul-piercing vocals as their trademark. She met her wife at a festival, actually.
- Has a few scars up her arms and neck from a history of disease.
- Smokes from time to time.
- No, her braids aren’t real. Can you imagine?

Description

"Nope. Not now. Just write it on a post-it and put it on my desk."[N/A]

Name: Cilla Harker
Age: 30 (March 3rd)
Job and Income: Computer programmer, formerly chief executive officer. | Previously high, currently low.
Affiliation: Misfortune + Shattered Sun, but none in her heart.
Abilities: Future vision.
Personality:
Cilla is direct, even harsh, the sort of person to speak frankly and tell things like they are with a brand of severe and brutal honesty. She is not one to beat around the bush, nor scheme and manipulate. Life is too short to skirt around issues or spin elaborate webs. Why wait?

If she needs something, she reaches out and acquires it with no regard to how she may be perceived. If she detests someone, she lets them know with blatant hostility, and generally thinks the worst of people from the onset with few crawling out of such a ruling. The world’s proven it doesn’t deserve a damn thing more than enough. That being said, Cilla advocates for social justice and is paradoxically altruistic to the disenfranchised. Call it pity, call it hypocritical, in truth it’s a detail in a blanket statement Cilla has not stopped to analyze.

Her actions are tinged with this same quality of impatience, almost as if she is pained every second an exchange drones on or simply doesn’t grip her. For this reason, she is quick to make up her mind, for better or for worse. Her need to get from one point to the next as quickly as possible makes her reckless and generally impulsive. She compartmentalizes her problems and files them away the moment they have been dealt with, paying little heed to nuances and consequences. If she does notice the details or ponder the big picture, she will outright neglect the other. Often such a thing is bypassed entirely, though. Cilla acts for the sake of instant resolution, for getting things over with as soon as possible. In her eyes there is no point in sticking around to deliberate. It burns daylight.
Background:
Amidst a backdrop of imminent war, everything was still quite peachy for Cilla up until a decade ago. She’d grown up locally, not even a stone’s throw from what was to become Argent, so as the tumultuous world around her twisted and turned, she focused on what parts remained quiet and still. That much was astoundingly easy, as she’d found herself married and starting a family with her wife. Political conflict seemed like nothing but background noise, this news of mounting warfare would simply fade in time, Myra and their son Jacob took the foreground.

Cilla worked on her personal pursuits as a computer scientist, founding a startup for a lifestyle assistant called Evermind, an application conceived to make daily life easier. It aggregated personal notes, emails, and even client data, while issuing out reminders and archiving data. It took off as a tool for individuals and eventually large organizations, and through the success of her business, Cilla found herself in a great deal of wealth. Through the upturned chaos and reshuffling of the world around them, business thrived. As the new city of Argent mandated smaller living spaces, money found its way to lofty real estate. As the war reached a head, as others lost stable incomes, her family remained safely tucked away.

They were untouchable, detached from the rest. Such was life for a time. Until Myra got sick, very sick. They had the means to pay for the treatments, the consultation and medication. Even as chemicals lay waste to the sky and polluted the air around them, they had the means to ignore it all. Funds poured into relieving her condition, but as the years drew on, Myra’s health worsened, and worsened still to the point of inevitability.

Her recollection of the years following were fragmented and hazy. Not so much a real experience as they were torn up bits and pieces of half a decade stapled back together. Cilla took an extended leave of absence from her position in the company, her son was taken under her parents’ roof. And now that was life. She recalled a lot of things. She recalled desperate nights contemplating some sort of digital immortality, empty sadness for the world she found herself in, and deep anger in the vile people who’d made it so. She recalled waking up one morning just to continue affixing more scraps to this growing recollection. And that was life.

Other:
- Deaths: 2. Tattoo located on left wrist.
- She is 5’10.
- Trans woman. She transitioned in her teens with a supportive family at her back, and formerly championed social causes when she could. Chose to keep the details away from the public eye, but it’s an incredibly important part of who she is.
- Very forgetful, often litters her dwelling with post its to remember where things are and makes use of her own reminder app on her phone. Less forgetful when it comes to people, but sometimes individuals are just uninteresting.
- Has a fascination with fossils and preserved things. Collects anything from insects trapped in amber to fossilized sea life and reptiles preserved in formaldehyde. In a sense they’re all immortalized upon her shelves, and that’s pretty interesting.
- Heavy metal fan who never quite stopped being one. Her favorite band is Crystalline, an all-woman quartet with soul-piercing vocals as their trademark. She met her wife at a festival, actually.
- Has a few scars up her arms and neck from a history of disease.
- Smokes from time to time.
- No, her braids aren’t real. Can you imagine?