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It was time to leave Wray Heights.
<span style="font-size:125%">'''What is your name?'''</span>


I have no direction, if I stay here.
''I do not recall, for I have been reduced to a mere exile, but it has been brought to my attention that I am Hugh Alexandre Payens, once known as Alex, Payne, or Knight. Those days have long come and gone by, and I find a name irrelevant for myself.''


It was inevitable for the Creed to die out. The other fellows have given up and joined the ranks of the undead, or decided to fight only for themselves. What happened to the oath that we took upon graduating from the MCM? Did we not swear to serve and protect the citizens of Malton? Were we not the agents of and for life? And what happened to the vows that my Sisters have taken?
<span style="font-size:125%">'''When were you born?'''</span>


''I fall to rise again.'' Tomorrow may be the day that will never come. The quarantine may never be lifted. There is no Escape.
''Which birth are you referring to? I first came into life one nineteenth of April, fifty-five years ago. I die and become reborn almost every day.''


That's it. I don't want to escape.
<span style="font-size:125%">'''Where do you come from?'''</span>
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This is my home. I belong here. And because I owe my life to Malton, I must do my dusty. I am ever as determined to stay alive. I will protect the city that took care of me. My life is now for Malton.
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Hugh Alexandre is the only (adoptive) child of a certain Francine Montmarte and Francois Payens. The Payens were essentially a family of "modern nomads", settling in one country for a year or so, before moving on to the next. It was their goal to go around the entire world. They were also gourmands, although they took their love for food to the extreme. They would immerse themselves as deeply as they could in the local "food culture", and try each and every dish that the locale had to offer. The more "strange" the food item was, they were much more likely to try it.  


I bid goodbye to St. Polycarp's Church, my home for close to five years now. Before, I used to have many companions - medical students, NecroTech employees like me. There were undead and the living, mostly living in the church in peace.
Their travels brought them to the Fore people of Papua New Guinea, when Alex was only slightly over 4 years old, in 1959. An old practice among the Fore people is the cannibalism of dead people's brains, in their funeral rituals. The young Alexandre wandered off from his parents for a while, to find this ritual. His curiosity having been piqued by whatever it was that the people were eating, he managed to squeeze in and take a small portion of the "feast", leaving the people unaware of even his having "crashed" into what was supposed to be an important ritual of restoring the "life force" of these deceased relatives of theirs to the Fore society, as well as himself unaware of what it was he even just ate. He formed no memory of what it exactly tasted like, or anything else about it.


The last five years went by without making much of an impression on me, and I may have been more dead than a live, but now, I am much stronger, much wiser. It has been three years since I last looked into a mirror. My hair was more than just a mess; straight locks twined together in unruly twists. My arms felt firmer yet heavier, and I was more agile. The lanky frame I once knew now held more shape than it previously did.  
The Payens soon left Papua New Guinea and traveled to the Buton Island, in Sulawesi, with the young Alex making no mention of that particular escapade, not finding it any special.  


If I have truly fallen asleep for this long, then how could this have happened? What if my dreams were actually the subconscious reimagining of my reality?
Alex's parents both died in 2007, after a fairly long life, and a happy retirement in a small town in the Indiana state, having been shot in their small cottage by an unknown suspect. It was then that Alex had joined [[File:Corruptv.gif]] in [[File:Corrupts.gif]], after the latter had promised that joining its ranks would help him avenge his parent's death. While his parents had retired from their nomadism around the early 90's, Alex continued to travel around the world until having joined [[File:Corrupts.gif]]. He was one of the personnel within its Bureau of Transparency (BuTrans, or D-10,) responsible for ensuring that local governments are transparent with their dealings and policies. While performing his duties in the Bureau majority of the time, he also snuck in some moments to gather information on who would have possibly killed his parents, along with a host of other aged couples within that area (caveat: fictional event) of Indiana, between the years 2004 to 2008.


I'm very sure I was alive, those years, even if I would die more than I live. You can't be a fresh medical student one day, have a coma for the next 3 or 4 years, then awake as a medical intern, right? Of course, that didn't happen. My days as a medical student were a blur, having been close to interception due to the "Malton Incident".
5 years later, and his search for justice remains futile. With corruption having made its way into [[File:Corrupts.gif]], he is discouraged, having pondered leaving after the organization had destroyed its original dogma. [[File:Corruptv.gif]], however, convinced him to stay, with the premise that they were to destroy [[File:Corrupts.gif]] from the inside, by doing their very job -- revealing the truth and demanding transparency from [[File:Corrupts.gif]], itself. To relieve his stress, he had begun to take a liking for watching movies in his spare time, specifically re-watching Knights of the Round Table, along with other movies and shows that dealt with medieval knights. Around the same time, he had taken a slight interest in psychology, avidly reading about various mental disorders. It was around this time when the ataxia HAB GANNAH [[File:Corruptb.gif]]


If anything, it was the opportune time to be a scientist. You had so many questions to solve, and so much experience to gain! This was apparently a very unique case, only having been reported in Malton at the time.
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By the time I graduated from medical school, similar outbreaks were reported in Monroeville and Borehamwood. Unlike Malton, they have no NecroTech facilities, so accruing the virus was a permanent manner. You can say you can only live twice. Die once you are in your second life through a shot to the head, and you were dead for good.
 
Reports show 1 or 2 survivors remain in both cities, this is the status quo.
 
I was not deployed to either city, and i am ever thankful for that. Even possessing necessary NecroTech credentials, my efforts will have been in vain without any NecroTech offices. I would have been doomed to staying away from hospitals, living in fear of losing my life.
 
I thank the Lord for having kept me safe within the premises of St. Polycarp's Church for the last 3 years, in the time I spent a monastic and hermetic life. Having been ill with The Disease for most of 2010 proved to be the most difficult part of the residency. I had to be prepared for the role-reversal, citizens killing me -- though I understood that those with bad intentions were rare, compared to those who acted in good faith. Eventually, I was dismissed from residency at St. Seraphim's Hospital, resigned to being a nun not long afterward.
 
Who even knew that the kids now called this place as St. Poopcrap's Crutch? Amusing, albeit slightly offensive.
 
And suddenly, I was impelled to head back to Kempsterbank. It was not far off from where I was in Wray Heights, after all.
 
Was it the answer I long awaited for my prayers? The fulfillment of a new chapter of my life, perhaps?
 
I set out the familiar streets, plazas, and buildings of this suburb with great haste. There was only one name I could remember, and I was certain he would know naught of me -- the perpetual drunk he appeared to be.
 
"Stan the Chopper." That was the man who saved my life at least twice, back when I had been wandering the streets, seeking my purpose.
 
I've made up my mind. I've been weary of being a social recluse. I've been weary of being a lone straggler. I wish to server the people of Malton with renewed purpose.
 
I will live to serve the Knights Templar.
 
-- Chiharu Matsuda,
2013年04月22日
 
 
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<span style="font: 1.5em Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; color: #fff;">Blood type B, 28 years old, female...</span><br />
[[Knights Templar|<span style="color: #88f;">Knight Templar</span>]]. Jacket, <abbr title="The colour of the Order of the Archangel Michael, Knights Templar of Malton."><span style="color: #999;">royal blue</span></abbr>.<br />
This was everything about the girl.<br /><br />
In reality, she likes stale beer, writes on a journal occasionally, and was once a <abbr title="She was once based in St. Polycarps Church, and was roleplayed as a nun."><span style="color: #999;">''postulant'' nun</span></abbr>.<br /><br />
She even continued on with her medical internship amidst the outbreak, even if this came to a halt by the end of 2008!<br /><br />
She is Filipino-Japanese, but she seems to be <abbr title="MCDU, I am looking at the lot of you."><span style="color: #999;">mistaken for Japanese-American</span></abbr>. She dislikes shopping, dresses, or having herself appear helpless.
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{{Custom Title|right|松田千春 (MATSUDA Chiharu)}}
{{Custom Title|right|Alexandre Payens}}

Revision as of 03:42, 12 August 2013

What is your name?

I do not recall, for I have been reduced to a mere exile, but it has been brought to my attention that I am Hugh Alexandre Payens, once known as Alex, Payne, or Knight. Those days have long come and gone by, and I find a name irrelevant for myself.

When were you born?

Which birth are you referring to? I first came into life one nineteenth of April, fifty-five years ago. I die and become reborn almost every day.

Where do you come from?

Hugh Alexandre is the only (adoptive) child of a certain Francine Montmarte and Francois Payens. The Payens were essentially a family of "modern nomads", settling in one country for a year or so, before moving on to the next. It was their goal to go around the entire world. They were also gourmands, although they took their love for food to the extreme. They would immerse themselves as deeply as they could in the local "food culture", and try each and every dish that the locale had to offer. The more "strange" the food item was, they were much more likely to try it.

Their travels brought them to the Fore people of Papua New Guinea, when Alex was only slightly over 4 years old, in 1959. An old practice among the Fore people is the cannibalism of dead people's brains, in their funeral rituals. The young Alexandre wandered off from his parents for a while, to find this ritual. His curiosity having been piqued by whatever it was that the people were eating, he managed to squeeze in and take a small portion of the "feast", leaving the people unaware of even his having "crashed" into what was supposed to be an important ritual of restoring the "life force" of these deceased relatives of theirs to the Fore society, as well as himself unaware of what it was he even just ate. He formed no memory of what it exactly tasted like, or anything else about it.

The Payens soon left Papua New Guinea and traveled to the Buton Island, in Sulawesi, with the young Alex making no mention of that particular escapade, not finding it any special.

Alex's parents both died in 2007, after a fairly long life, and a happy retirement in a small town in the Indiana state, having been shot in their small cottage by an unknown suspect. It was then that Alex had joined Corruptv.gif in Corrupts.gif, after the latter had promised that joining its ranks would help him avenge his parent's death. While his parents had retired from their nomadism around the early 90's, Alex continued to travel around the world until having joined Corrupts.gif. He was one of the personnel within its Bureau of Transparency (BuTrans, or D-10,) responsible for ensuring that local governments are transparent with their dealings and policies. While performing his duties in the Bureau majority of the time, he also snuck in some moments to gather information on who would have possibly killed his parents, along with a host of other aged couples within that area (caveat: fictional event) of Indiana, between the years 2004 to 2008.

5 years later, and his search for justice remains futile. With corruption having made its way into Corrupts.gif, he is discouraged, having pondered leaving after the organization had destroyed its original dogma. Corruptv.gif, however, convinced him to stay, with the premise that they were to destroy Corrupts.gif from the inside, by doing their very job -- revealing the truth and demanding transparency from Corrupts.gif, itself. To relieve his stress, he had begun to take a liking for watching movies in his spare time, specifically re-watching Knights of the Round Table, along with other movies and shows that dealt with medieval knights. Around the same time, he had taken a slight interest in psychology, avidly reading about various mental disorders. It was around this time when the ataxia HAB GANNAH Corruptb.gif

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Teapot.jpg Agnostic
Alexandre is agnostic.
Hypnotease.jpg Amnesia
Why?
Kaga.jpg Allez Cuisine!
Alexandre believes that brains are a delicacy and should be treated as such.
Cthulhuplushshrunk6qb.jpg Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!
In his house at R'lyeh, Alexandre waits dreaming.
Soylent.png Soylent
Alexandre adds soylent when cooking.
Union Flag.png The English Language?
Sorry guys I'm not very good at it.
ZombieHand.gif Proud To Be Dead
Alexandre is a zombie and proud of it.
Alexandre Payens