I will not die in the night, but in the light
Of the sun with the ashes of this world in my lungs!
Who am I to say, 'let's all just run away'?
Grab your saints and pray, we're gonna burn this world today!
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Thalia is 5’6”, though she seems to be a few inches taller due to her stylish footwear. She appears rather delicate: her bones are small and she’s more than a little on the thin side, with narrow hips and a small bosom. Her hair is completely white. This is obviously not natural, only the result of Thalia’s masterful bleaching and dye skills. (Occasionally average brown colored roots will become visible.) Her eyes are a teal shade of blue, her skin a very fair ivory, her lips thin as the rest of her.
Though Thalia has no actual objection to wearing bright colors, she is usually dressed all in black. She chooses these outfits because all-black attire bears a social stigma: it is reserved for mourning and outcasts. On the odd occasion she will wear all white clothing for the ghostly effect it lends her hair and complexion. Her pajama and loungewear collection, however, is quite vivid… but it never leaves her apartment.
It should also be noted that Thalia walks with a slight limp, seeming to favor her left leg.
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"Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding, the cretins cloning and feeding, and I don't even own a TV."
Thalia did learn the rules and regulations of social interaction and is capable of operating as a normal human being in the parameters of everyday life. If she wants to, the white-haired girl can be rather charming. She’s intelligent, fairly well-read, pragmatic and practical. Just because she can be startlingly nice doesn’t mean that she usually is. Mostly, the best she can manage is to be a tad cool but absolutely polite; not welcoming yet still approachable. Thalia normally gets accused of being shy or introverted.
The truth is that Thalia hates everyone automatically. She sees them as ‘sheeple’, nothing more than witless livestock that line up willingly for the slaughter. Occasionally a person will impress her with something that might be actual humanity, but more often than not these turn out to be highly informed sheeple who do very little to change their predicament and she hates them even more than the rest. She seems shy and quiet because 75% of the things she thinks would get her fired, arrested, punched or sued if she said them aloud.
In a candid state, with people she feels truly trusting and comfortable with, there is a version of Thalia that still resembles a normal person. This is the girl who loves going camping, drinking beers around a firepit, reading classic literature and poetry, laughing at funny cats on the internet, and occasionally playing video games. That Thaila has a dry, somewhat sarcastic sense of humor, and sometimes she can be playful or outright mischievous. When she doesn’t get her way she might become sulky, but is rather easy to cheer with candy and sweet words. This Thalia, like the neon pajamas she adores, doesn’t leave her apartment.
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Thalia Aldridge was born and raised a lower middle-class girl in Hempstead, NY. She had an older brother and a younger sister, a borderline-alcoholic father and a mother who struggled with social anxiety. Though she never went hungry, Thalia’s family never had anything extra. Her mother was loving, but the woman was extremely insecure around other people and Thalia inherited a bit of her mistrust and paranoia. Her father’s ramblings in front of the TV at night didn’t always make sense, but when they did it was related to a congressional fiasco or the President’s status as a “complete f--kin’ retard.” He rarely acknowledged his children outside the dinner table.
Despite her unusual and somewhat bleak home life, Thalia did respectably in school. She maintained a 3.0 GPA, participated in Debate Team and Drama Club, and even won a position as Class Treasurer her senior year of high school. Her grades didn’t earn her anything in the way of scholarships, however, and her parents had no money to spare for her further education. She managed to pay her way through beauty school with a part-time job at McDonald’s, which she started at age sixteen.
Thalia had never been particularly fond of people thanks to her mother’s influence, and had only a couple close friends. After three and a half years as a fast-food cashier, the young woman was certain there was no hope for humanity. Anyone who has ever worked retail will tell you that people are generally idiots. They can’t or won’t read signs and/or receipts, they scream at you for their mistakes, they have no idea what’s going on in the environment around them, and they ask you for ridiculous things you couldn’t possibly produce. On top of that her managers were complete asshats and she only made minimum wage. It was in the McDonald’s kitchen, one night after closing, that Thalia learned about the evils of corporations like the one she worked for.
It wasn’t long before Thalia considered herself an awakened citizen and started sending letters to congressmen. She would often catch her father in conversation while he ate dinner after work, and though his ideas and speech would become fragmented as his BAC rose, every once in a while the man would remain sober in order to have a coherent discussion with his daughter. It struck Thalia often that he seemed glad to have someone to talk politics with.
By the time Thalia graduated from cosmetology school and started her job as a hairdresser, she’d been through the Republican and Democratic parties, through the Tea Parties and Libertarians, past Anarchists and Socialists, and into the vague internet-based movement known as Anonymous. By day she was a successful hairdresser living in New York. By night and on weekends she was a sign-toting, mask-wearing, anti-NWO political activist.
In an attempt to make the 5th of Novemer, 2013, unforgettable, Thalia rented a car and drove to Washington D.C. for Anonymous’ Million Mask March. More than three million Fawkes-wearing fellows showed up to the event, far more than expected, and they shut down traffic and everyday DC life in unanticipated ways. When the police told protesters to disburse, they refused. Push came to shove.
More than 300 protesters were hospitalized that day with various injuries, a thousand more arrested. Thalia had the displeasure of experiencing tear gas for the first time. Blinded and unable to breathe she stumbled into an enraged policeman who interpreted the misstep as an assault on his person. He and two of his buddies in blue beat the 5’6”, 114 pound female with steel batons and steel-toed boots for her attack and subsequent resistance to arrest. She wound up spending almost two weeks in the hospital healing from a broken collarbone, three cracked ribs, a shattered left knee that would require three surgeries and steel plates to repair, as well as various gashes which required 78 stitches to close.
Thalia’s beating wound up on Youtube, and though it didn’t go viral the footage was enough to win Miss Aldridge a whopping $3.1 million settlement from the New York City Police department. Money and a renewed hatred of her fellow man weren’t the only things she gained from this experience, however.
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Petite, underweight Thalia being beaten by state-hired thugs was the ultimate expression of complete domination. She’d been trying to change the world with only her mind, expressed into a clever costume and a well-worded sign. Her outcome was to be subjugated, reduced to a helpless fetal position: the only thing Thalia could think of was protecting her face and head. Against this act of violence, perpetrated with brute force, her mind could find no defensive or offensive use for Thalia’s small, weak body. All her mental tools were insignificant. Thalia had to submit, or be destroyed.
Since there was no chance that Thalia’s waifish frame would ever be a good weapon, her mind accepted it was the first, last, and only line of defense. When given the opportunity, her damaged psyche would create for itself a tool against which there could be absolutely no physical resistance. It would unlock the secret to hijacking other human minds.
Although it seems to be mind control at first glance, Thalia’s power is probably closer to the control of electricity. The mind speaks in electrical impulses and it is Thalia’s talent for interfering with these tiny currents which allows her to take control of another human’s brain. (That being said, she can’t cut power to a house or cause lightning to strike, so it doesn’t apply to all electricity.) Once the natural thought process is disrupted the subject will feel as though they have lost consciousness. Thalia’s thoughts and persona then occupy that person’s body, her mind operating in the areas now inaccessible to the other person. The subject recalls nothing of what occurs while Thalia is at the wheel, and may suffer debilitating headaches for up to a week afterwards.
There are some drawbacks and limits to Thalia’s power. First, she must be able to see the person she is attempting to control. Second, she must be physically close to the targeted brain. Persons more than 50 feet away are completely out of her reach, and the closer she is to them within that range the stronger her “signal” will be. Third, if Thalia is more than 30 feet away from the target or is startled during a manipulation, “glitches” have a higher probability of occurring. They cause movements to be jerky or speech to be slurred. Fourth, even if the original brain has an ability (like a mastery of golf or Ju-Jitsu), she can not manipulate the person into doing anything she herself wouldn’t be capable of. Fifth and finally, Thalia will become almost catatonic during the manipulation. Her basic heart and lung function continue normally, her eyes stay open and she still blinks, but she ceases to see the world through her own eyes. If Thalia is standing she may fall over.
Thalia’s ability does not work well on people with abnormal brains. Those with mental retardation like Downs Syndrome are largely unfazed by her attacks, though she can make subconscious suggestions to them. People with epilepsy will often start seizing when she takes control, rejecting her completely. Those who have strange abilities like Thalia are immune, somehow blocked from her access.
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