[The young woman standing in the corner of the room is, by initial judgment of appearances, small and subdued. A refugee on an alien world, she is remarkably quiet, speaking rarely to any of the others within the safehouse's interior. While she spends this time becoming accustomed, she can be found in a few places:
a. In the communal showers, she is wrapped in a white towel, studying her reflection in the mirror. There are three visible tattoos on her body: patterned on her right arm, an infinity symbol on her neck, and the tangle of circles straight down her spine. She has her fingers on the infinity symbol - where a long scar bisects it - but fingertips soon travel to the implant's newer mark.
b. Standing in the kitchen and examining the strange appliances with a bewildered expression. Her hair has been shaved to a boyish cut, so she's found a hood to wear over her ears, face bare of war paint.
After some time, Lexa begins... experimenting with the microwave. Should your character walk in, they will find her placing several different items (silverware, a plate, a mug, a wet dish rag...) onto the tray without food.
c. Arguing with a member of Morningstar, no longer seeming small or meek - her shoulders are squared, confidence and anger radiating from her features.]
Do you expect me to accept this? [Though not yelling, her voice carries volume.] Am I meant to become your tool, used to spy on your enemy?
2: network
@heda.leksa I don't care how many times I have to say it. Remaining here is not an option. I won't tolerate lies and deceit. How were we brought to this place at all, yet unable to leave? That's simply not possible.
Those who choose to hide behind secrets must face me.
[Her people need her.]
3: history lessons
[She's no stranger to war. While the meaning of the festival's celebration is mysterious, Lexa is drawn to the simulations displayed by several UNA officials. It is easy to fall under the spell of virtual reality - everything is an illusion of the senses, a world of spellbinding solidity as she takes a first step into that futuristic battleground. Perhaps not so unlike many she's stood on before, provided the planet had paved its fate in another direction.
For anyone who accompanies her into the war-torn simulation, they will find her a fearsome and skillful ally against the enemy. Through it, she does not lose her sense of self or awareness of what she is in, but it does not diminish her ruthlessness.
Near the end, an accident - one which happens too quickly to correct - throws them into the direct line of fire. Lexa bears witness to the brutal slaughter of her companion in front of her. She doesn't hesitate to pull out of the simulation in suit, as they're disconnected.]
Ste yuj. You fought well.
[She sets a gloved hand on their shoulder, speaking with sincerity. The words in Trigedasleng go untranslated by the implant for now.]
lexa | the 100
[The young woman standing in the corner of the room is, by initial judgment of appearances, small and subdued. A refugee on an alien world, she is remarkably quiet, speaking rarely to any of the others within the safehouse's interior. While she spends this time becoming accustomed, she can be found in a few places:
a. In the communal showers, she is wrapped in a white towel, studying her reflection in the mirror. There are three visible tattoos on her body: patterned on her right arm, an infinity symbol on her neck, and the tangle of circles straight down her spine. She has her fingers on the infinity symbol - where a long scar bisects it - but fingertips soon travel to the implant's newer mark.
b. Standing in the kitchen and examining the strange appliances with a bewildered expression. Her hair has been shaved to a boyish cut, so she's found a hood to wear over her ears, face bare of war paint.
After some time, Lexa begins... experimenting with the microwave. Should your character walk in, they will find her placing several different items (silverware, a plate, a mug, a wet dish rag...) onto the tray without food.
c. Arguing with a member of Morningstar, no longer seeming small or meek - her shoulders are squared, confidence and anger radiating from her features.]
Do you expect me to accept this? [Though not yelling, her voice carries volume.] Am I meant to become your tool, used to spy on your enemy?
2: network
@heda.leksa
I don't care how many times I have to say it. Remaining here is not an option. I won't tolerate lies and deceit. How were we brought to this place at all, yet unable to leave? That's simply not possible.
Those who choose to hide behind secrets must face me.
[Her people need her.]
3: history lessons
[She's no stranger to war. While the meaning of the festival's celebration is mysterious, Lexa is drawn to the simulations displayed by several UNA officials. It is easy to fall under the spell of virtual reality - everything is an illusion of the senses, a world of spellbinding solidity as she takes a first step into that futuristic battleground. Perhaps not so unlike many she's stood on before, provided the planet had paved its fate in another direction.
For anyone who accompanies her into the war-torn simulation, they will find her a fearsome and skillful ally against the enemy. Through it, she does not lose her sense of self or awareness of what she is in, but it does not diminish her ruthlessness.
Near the end, an accident - one which happens too quickly to correct - throws them into the direct line of fire. Lexa bears witness to the brutal slaughter of her companion in front of her. She doesn't hesitate to pull out of the simulation in suit, as they're disconnected.]
Ste yuj. You fought well.
[She sets a gloved hand on their shoulder, speaking with sincerity. The words in Trigedasleng go untranslated by the implant for now.]