User talk:Diana Lowe
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Testing, testing, 1-2-3... --Diana Lowe 03:07, 31 July 2006 (BST)
Diana Lowe
Next is some text that belonged to the Diana Lowe page in the main namespace (Diana Lowe). I moved it here because it doesn't belong to the main namespace but your User: space (it belongs to User:Diana Lowe instead of Diana Lowe), and I will nominate the former to Speedy Deletion. I normally wuold move the text to your User: space, but as you already have some text there, I wuold let you choose which parts you wish to keep and wich ones you want to discard. In the future please try not to commit the same mistake, that is, adding personal information in the main namespace instead of your user space or a jornal (either User:Diana Lowe or Journal:Diana Lowe), and if you want to create extra pages about you, create them as subpages of your User space (like User:Diana Lowe/Another page about me. Thanks in advance! --Matthew Fahrenheit YRC☺T☺+1 23:32, 9 September 2006 (BST)
Diana Lowe, a 21 year old research assistant in the viral department of NecroTech, joined forces with Jason O'Conner and The Seraphim in hopes of survival. Unbeknownst to her comrades, Diana has important information and contacts that could offer a great advantage to the survival of the team, as well as possibly redeem the city itself, but her memories have been repressed by a head injury she obtained during her escape from the Preston Building.
All information on Diana Lowe is based around a fanfiction/roleplaying session with Jason "Layton" O'Conner.
The Beginning of the End
South Blythville: The Preston Building (NecroTech), 4:15 AM
It started out as a routine day. Nothing special. I showed up for work on time, not a difficult task seeing as I was being temporarily housed within the main research facility for an undetermined amount of time. The sterile, far-too-clean environment was ideal for the studies we were involed in, but it left me with an uneasy feeling; it felt like a hospital. I had never been comfortable in hospitals.
Jay had been very immersed in his work for months, rarely leaving his personal laboratory other than for meals, and sometimes not even then. His former research partner, Donnie, was worried about his collegue. I don't blame him. I was getting worried, too. Donnie and I had gone to see Jay and coax him out of the lab long enough to get him outside for a breath of fresh air when all hell broke loose...
We should have foreseen an event like that. Hell, I should have seen it coming a mile away, what with my involvement with the research and all, but I didn't. We didn't. No one did.
That was our biggest mistake. Our sin.
Lack of foresight could not keep my superiors from trying desperately to cover up the incident. On the contrary, it only spurred them into quick action, placing the blame on various other chemical and medicinal-based corporations and research facilities. Anything to keep the general public for pointing fingers in the direction of NecroTech.
My heart in my throat, Donnie and I frantically searched for Jay; he had not been in his laboratory, which we found very unnerving. We stayed together as people began evacuating through the underground tunnels that connected the NecroTech buildings in each sector. I didn't want to admit it to Donnie, but I was terrified. People were screaming and clawing at me, crawling over people who had stumbled and fallen onto the floors in the hallways. Some had suffocated to death while others lie prone, grasping at their chests in either cardiac arrest or severe asthma attack. They were dying.
They didn't stay dead.
A Complex Woman
Diana has displayed several different forms of her base personality. She can be as timid and terrified as any civilian, but she has also shown a small proficiency with firearms and other forms of weaponry. Her feelings toward the situation cloud her feelings for her comrade-in-arms, Jason O'Conner, and this uncertainty about her place in life now that the subject of her research has been unleased upon an unwitting city has twisted her perception of reality.
