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Vesper Laurier

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Location: Apartment Complex Lobby

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The tattooed fingers of Vesper's left hand drummed uneasily against her bicep as she leaned against a wall in the lobby of her apartment complex, alongside a number of other inhabitants. Through her head ran an erratic stream of thoughts- not like when she'd gone too long without a drink, no- but now because she was trying to come up with any sane explanation for what was happening outside.

The day had started normally enough. Having been a day off for the girl, she decided to sleep in until afternoon arrived, at which point she lazed around her apartment, watching TV and munching on lucky charms cereal. Her day went by uninterrupted as usual, her doodling of prospective tattoo ideas accompanied only by the quiet sound of the TV in the corner and rock music playing slightly louder from the radio next to her. But the unbroken routine wouldn't remain so for long.
As the radio tune simmered down to an end, Vesper heard a sound which instantly made her skin crawl.

A blood-curdling scream pierced the air, reaching Vesper's ears through the street-facing window of what she called her living room. She did a double take towards the window, her hair standing on end as she felt a chill run through her. She'd heard a similar scream only a couple times- when someone was being robbed or something. But this time it was different. It wasn't just a scream rooted in fear, it felt...more than terrified. The sense of dread that such a sound sent crawling through her skin was.. unnerving, to understate it. But what may have been more concerning was that it wasn't just a singular scream. It was several. And they were accompanied by the sharp sound of glass shattering, and even the deep, wincing groan of metal being crushed. Vesper stood up and dropped her doodling pad, her gaze set on the seemingly now-opaque window.

Normally she would have passed the screaming off as some sort of robbery and mark herself uninterested, seeing as there was little she'd be able to do to help - but something felt...wrong. She hurriedly walked up to the window and looked down at the street below- or at least, she would've could she see two feet past the glass. It seemed as though a thick fog had rolled into the area. That wasn't particularly concerning in and of itself, but it seemed this fog was more dense than any she'd ever seen. Though seeing it did help to lower her heartrate a bit. Of course. Someone had just crashed their car. The fog made it difficult to see, so it was only natural. The internal explanation did only a little to calm the almost-queasy feeling in her gut. She drifted closer to the window, almost touching the glass with her ear as she listened further, hoping that anything she'd be able to hear would reassure the normalcy of the situation. There was nothing- no engine desperately turning to function, no screams of pain.

She was torn away from her internal thoughts as the next song on the radio started up. She backed away from the window and turned to shut off the radio. Vesper wasn't sure what to do. What could she help by going down to the lobby and trying to figure out what happened? There were others much more qualified for such a thing. But even still. It felt wrong to sit in her apartment alone after hearing the awful shrieks she just had. She decided to put on something a little more modest than just her underwear, slipping on some sweatpants and throwing on a grey t-shirt plus her leather jacket. She grabbed her keys and paused, looking back at the window before leaving the apartment and locking the door behind her.

And now here she was, standing in the lobby with a bunch of strangers. It seemed nobody really knew what was going on either, it seemed to her. But everyone looked like they were on edge. And perhaps for good reason. The dark-haired girl watched as the others talked hushedly amongst themselves, the worry in their voices and postures evident. Some were more vocal than others, though.

Vesper was content to keep her racing thoughts to herself, still trying to come up with something- anything. What could possibly be going on? It seemed one particularly brave individual- a brown-haired man looking to be a mechanic of some sort- was willing to leave the relative safety of the lobby to find out. Part of her didn't find that a particularly great idea- they had no idea what was going on. But would they ever find out if they didn't try? She held back a warning, shifting a bit closer to the door from her further back position in the lobby.

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Will work on my post soon ^^

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tfw there's no old people or kids.
survival chance +100%

jokes aside, this gonna be lit

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Vesper

Name

Vesper A. Laurier

Age

23

Place of Residence

Glenview Apartment Complex: Second floor, Fourth room - #204.

Personality Traits

Although Vesper is confident and competitive once you get to know her, she's a bit of a wallflower to most. She's fun-loving and adventurous, but is more likely to take a less vocal approach to a conversation than most others, as she doesn't particularly enjoy being the center of attention. She has a broad sense of humor and doesn't hold her tongue, especially when she has something sarcastic to say.

Although she seems content to adopt a lowbrow or flippant visage, she is not without her deeper flaws. She tends to bottle her emotions, feeling they're only really relevant to her. She also has trouble trusting others in general. It is not unusual for her to be seen alone, but notably, she cannot stand silence- so she puts herself at arm's distance from others.

Background

Vesper was born in Albany, NY to a pair of White-collar parents who'd been together for four years. She was an only child, and as such, received all of their attention. Although her father was a politician and was regularly very busy, Vesper's mother was a teacher and took it upon herself to dote over their daughter both at home and at school. It was a welcome development to her mother that Vesper showed signs of advanced learning from a rather young age- and she wasted no time enrolling her daughter in advanced classes.

She attended these classes for a time before they discovered that Vesper had some form of neurodevelopement disorder. This disorder didn't have any blatant effects on the social side of her brain, but it did provide - or inflict upon, depending on how you look at it - Vesper a heightened predisposition for memorizing things. Smells, tastes, things she sees or hears; are all things Vesper can recall seemingly years after they are no longer relevant. As she grew older, Vesper came to both appreciate her condition as well as detest it. Although it was useful with her studies, she often found that she couldn't calm her brain, at times. This, combined with the constant pressure from her parents to be academically excellent, caused the girl a lot of stress in her later teen years.

Although she was more than happy reading and learning on her own time, Vesper soon came to despise going to school- it began to feel more like a prison than a place of education. And her mom was liken to an ever-watchful warden. In her last year of highschool, she decided to take matters into her own hands and removed herself from advanced classes, and resorted to stealing alcohol from her parents to calm her nerves. This didn't bode well with her parents, and the household quickly spiraled downward until Vesper finally decided to leave. She bunked up with her best friend at the time until she was able to work up some extra cash at tattoo parlor she'd temporarily hooked up with.

Eventually she'd scraped together enough cash to move away from all the things that made her feel like tearing her hair out- and city-hopscotched her way over to Boston Massachusetts, where she has been living for a bit over a year. The Glenview Apartments have been a peaceful home to her for the last four or so months- at least, as peaceful as it can get when you're getting shitfaced every other night.

Other Info

- Vesper works at a tattoo parlor, which she very much enjoys.
- She adores her motorcycle.
- Her birth name was Victoria, but she had it legally changed before she moved to Boston.
- Vesper is a big fan of mma and practices it occasionally.
- Vesper has a straight-line tattoo below her lip on the left side of her chin, and the fingers of her left hand have thick solid-black rings tattooed around each of them.
- Vesper has developed a nasty Alcohol dependency, and feels the need to imbibe at least once a day, if not more.

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Vesper

Name

Vesper A. Laurier

Age

23

Place of Residence

Glenview Apartment Complex: Second floor, Fourth room - #204.

Personality Traits

Although Vesper is confident and competitive once you get to know her, she's a bit of a wallflower to most. She's fun-loving and adventurous, but is more likely to take a less vocal approach to a conversation than most others, as she doesn't particularly enjoy being the center of attention. She has a broad sense of humor and doesn't hold her tongue, especially when she has something sarcastic to say.

Although she seems content to adopt a lowbrow or flippant visage, she is not without her deeper flaws. She tends to bottle her emotions, feeling they're only really relevant to her. She also has trouble trusting others in general. It is not unusual for her to be seen alone, but notably, she cannot stand silence- so she puts herself at arm's distance from others.

Background

Vesper was born in Albany, NY to a pair of White-collar parents who'd been together for four years. She was an only child, and as such, received all of their attention. Although her father was a politician and was regularly very busy, Vesper's mother was a teacher and took it upon herself to dote over their daughter both at home and at school. It was a welcome development to her mother that Vesper showed signs of advanced learning from a rather young age- and she wasted no time enrolling her daughter in advanced classes.

She attended these classes for a time before they discovered that Vesper had some form of neurodevelopement disorder. This disorder didn't have any blatant effects on the social side of her brain, but it did provide - or inflict upon, depending on how you look at it - Vesper a heightened predisposition for memorizing things. Smells, tastes, things she sees or hears; are all things Vesper can recall seemingly years after they are no longer relevant. As she grew older, Vesper came to both appreciate her condition as well as detest it. Although it was useful with her studies, she often found that she couldn't calm her brain, at times. This, combined with the constant pressure from her parents to be academically excellent, caused the girl a lot of stress in her later teen years.

Although she was more than happy reading and learning on her own time, Vesper soon came to despise going to school- it began to feel more like a prison than a place of education. And her mom was liken to an ever-watchful warden. In her last year of highschool, she decided to take matters into her own hands and removed herself from advanced classes, and resorted to stealing alcohol from her parents to calm her nerves. This didn't bode well with her parents, and the household quickly spiraled downward until Vesper finally decided to leave. She bunked up with her best friend at the time until she was able to work up some extra cash at tattoo parlor she'd temporarily hooked up with.

Eventually she'd scraped together enough cash to move away from all the things that made her feel like tearing her hair out- and city-hopscotched her way over to Boston Massachusetts, where she has been living for a bit over a year. The Glenview Apartments have been a peaceful home to her for the last four or so months- at least, as peaceful as it can get when you're getting shitfaced every other night.

Other Info

- Vesper works at a tattoo parlor, which she very much enjoys.
- She adores her motorcycle.
- Her birth name was Victoria, but she had it legally changed before she moved to Boston.
- Vesper is a big fan of mma and practices it occasionally.
- Vesper has a straight-line tattoo below her lip on the left side of her chin, and the fingers of her left hand have thick solid-black rings tattooed around each of them.
- Vesper has developed a nasty Alcohol dependency, and feels the need to imbibe at least once a day, if not more.

I don't think I'm forgetting anything- but I probably am! xd
Here she be anyways.

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I'll also be posting my sheet sometime soon

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Yeet.

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@Ozzy Cross 'tis Sweet Home. It's exactly what I thought of when I read the concept.

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'tis interesting. I'll subscribe.