User:TripleU/Crystal Harrak

User:Crystal Harrak

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A young, gaunt woman of Morrocan ancestry. She's selfless, but inconsiderate. Smart, but mouthy.

Born 13 October, 1992 in Josaphat General Hospital. Facing the outbreak since age 13 hasn't exactly given her a sterling personality.

Theme music: Take On Me - A-Ha

Autobio

So my parents met in Morocco, got married, and moved to Malton. You know, new horizons, new opportunities, all that jazz. Then came me and my two younger brothers. Then came the outbreak. We should have been among the first evacuated, since priority was given to families with young kids. But no. The military was too busy getting people from the rich neighborhoods, and too busy looting. Too busy to actually do their damn jobs. So we tried to go to them, but we were too late or too slow and the boarders had already gone up by the time we got there. So we hunkered down. One day both my parents went out for food, and only my mum came back, covered in blood. Then one day no one came back, and it was my turn to be the breadwinner. But then one day I came back and both my brothers were missing, with nothing but pools of smeared blood to tell me where they had gone. So then it was just me.

I hunkered down, laid low. Thought about what I would do when the quarantine is finally lifted. I wanted to be an airline pilot. The sky is so free and open, nothing blocking your view, nowhere you can't go. Not like Malton. But then I realized that a homeless brown chick without so much as a high school education isn't going to get into flight school. Much more likely, I'd be in jail for theft, or vandalism, or assault, or some other petty bullshit, and I'd just be stuck in a smaller version of Malton. But now I'm realizing that nobody outside of Malton gives enough of a shit to come in here, clean the place up, and let us out. Because of that, and also considering the spectacular failure of the escape movement back in 2010, I'm starting to accept that I'll never leave Malton, at least not in my lifetime.

When I heard of Jerden on the radio, I knew I had finally found my calling. Finally I had a reason to trek out and do something for Malton. By securing Jerden's control over Crowbank, we can finally escape the anarchy that has gripped Malton for all these years. Finally, we can protect our own pocket of Malton under the infallible genius of Jerden.

I like paintings of landscapes, warm fires, and happy music. But when the weather isn't shit and the zombies shut up, I sit on rooftops and watch the stars. I could spend hours just sitting there, looking in every direction. That's what I really love.

Spraypaint

You'll want to randomize the order of what you spraypaint, so that each phrase has near-equal distribution.

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Jerden believes in you. Be more than what you are.
Crowbank is a sovereign nation, lead by Jerden.
Jerden is the sovereign King of Crowbank.
May Jerden smile upon this [building type].
May Jerden smile upon us.
Praise be to Jerden, sovereign King of Crowbank
Crowbank is kept safe by the rule of King Jerden.
Good King Jerden? Or God-King Jerden?
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