User:TripleU/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.

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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.

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My earliest memory is of when I was five. My dad had the day off, and so we went to the zoo. The youngest of my two brothers was just a newborn, and my mom carried him around in one of those baby satchels. We were at the giraffe house, or the elephant house, or wherever, and my other little brother, who was three at the time, had said something about the animals we were looking at sleeping or being boring. So I picked him up and carried him out on my little five-year-old shoulders to look for something more exciting to show him, without realizing that our parents hadn't noticed. We wandered the zoo for a while, I don't know how long, but when we saw the reptile house, and my brother saw the sculptures on the outside of the building, we decided that was the place to be. So we were going through the place, and at this point, my brother had climbed down off my shoulders and was walking along looking at all the snakes, and he wasn't all that interested. They were all sleeping around, probably more that the other animals we had seen earlier. Then he looked in a cage that I couldn't see from where I was, and he stopped, just stopped cold. I caught up to him, and there was this big ol' cobra, leering right at him with its hood open, ready to strike. So I pushed my brother down and threw myself against the glass cage as if I could snuff out the sight of the thing. Now of course, there was never any danger of the snake hurting us though the glass anyway, but my brother was quite invigorated by the whole affair, and suddenly he was all interested in snakes. If you haven't been to the zoo, there's these plaques in the reptile house that tell about the animals, and they all have these nice big buttons that you can press to hear them narrated to you. Or at least there was then, I don't know if they still had them by 2005. So we mashed that button and swapped glares with that viper, then I think we hit the button a few more times to hear about it again. And then we started browsing through the rest of the snakes and listening about them. The very same snakes that my brother had disinterestedly walked past before. I guess that even though these snakes were all sleeping, my brother still knew they had the potential to be interesting, or active, or dangerous, and this was enough for him to be fascinated by the motionless piles of scales we were looking at.

Then some zookeeper found us and led us back to two very concerned parents. They were so upset they practically dragged us home. Ruined the fun.

My brother told me before he died that he had no memory of this. I don't know if it meant less to him or if he just didn't remember because he was younger. Hell, I don't even know why I remember this.

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?
You are the property of King Jerden. Be proud.
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