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username:
capone.
name:
asbjørn
gender:
non-binary
age:
unknown
personality:
asbjørn can be described very simply: they are afraid. afraid of life, afraid of death,
but mostly afraid of what comes in between. thus, they are reckless. they know that
they can die, of course. but asbjørn doesn't pay any heed to that. they is rebellious of
the rules that govern the now dystopian world. they are an outsider and they plan to keep it that way.
along with rebellious, they are cold and calculating with a tendency for self-deprecation.
capone.
name:
asbjørn
gender:
non-binary
age:
unknown
personality:
asbjørn can be described very simply: they are afraid. afraid of life, afraid of death,
but mostly afraid of what comes in between. thus, they are reckless. they know that
they can die, of course. but asbjørn doesn't pay any heed to that. they is rebellious of
the rules that govern the now dystopian world. they are an outsider and they plan to keep it that way.
along with rebellious, they are cold and calculating with a tendency for self-deprecation.
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xit wasn't intentional, the plauge. they didn't mean for it to happen. they didn't want for this to happen. but it did, somehow. the pandemic was their fault.
science was cool. science still is cool, even though they blame science for getting them into this mess in the first place. that is, when they aren't blaming it on themself. they were an epimediologist: someone who works with diseases and epidemics and the prevention of and on and on and on. it was something called infirmitas vitia that they were tasked with working with, a new outbreak that didn't seem to pose a serious threat, but serious enough that the cdc needed to get involved. asbjørn was one of the directors of the project. they weren't required to get involved, but the concept interested them greatly so they did get directly involved. they started experimenting with the outbreak diseases, looking for a vaccination or prevenative. but what happened wasn't what they wanted to happen. in experimenting, they decided that using their own dna in the prototype might benefit the vaccination, add more defense against the outbreak. they didn't realize the devastating effects it would have later on.
there was a raid at the cdc. more than half the staff was killed by the terrorist break in. they only seemed to have one target: the infirmitas vitia disease. when asbjørn got to the lab the next morning, it had been devastated. vials and chemicals were everywhere. the safe when the staff kept the strain of the disease had been ransacked and was completely empty. everything was gone. horror was the first emotion they felt. the disease would be spread, they were sure.
it was three months later when the sickness started spreading. the cdc covered up the break in very well; nobody even knew about it. that's why no one was blaming the cdc for the outbreak. not to say everyone wasn't terrified, because they certainly were. neighbours, family, friends: they were all dying left and right. no one knew how to go about preventing the disease. gas masks became quite popular once it was determinded to be airborne. asbjørn never bothered with one. they left the country just days after the break-in, fleeing to iceland. they were paranoid and terrified and no one would believe them when they tried to tell others about the pending pandemic. they tried. they really did. but they failed.
after months of the disease devastating the globe, asbjørn began to wonder. they hadn't caught it even though they had been in contact with more than one carrier of the disease. it tooks weeks of racking their brain to realise: the disease that had been spread was the strain with their own dna in it. it didn't have any effect on them. they were immune. they wished they weren't.
the possibility of another finding out that asbjørn was immune was terrifying. they had no idea what kind of reaction they would recieve. so he joined the masses, donning a near permenant gasmask. the masks were distributed by most governments. they were basic and plain, two things asbjørn had never been fond of. they tinkered with it until they developed a system in which medication and other fluids could be injected through it. asbjørn had been on a steady dose of anti-psychosis medications for a majority of their life, and having it at the ready was a better way than to keep their supply where it could easily be stolen. they had suffered from hallucinations all their life so the medication was a key part of their existence. it was a terrible thought to imagine themself without the stabilisers.
life continued on for asbjørn, but not for many others. others died around them every day. it was horrific. they survived. they still survive. death is the end, but perhaps life is the greatest tragedy.
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xit wasn't intentional, the plauge. they didn't mean for it to happen. they didn't want for this to happen. but it did, somehow. the pandemic was their fault.
science was cool. science still is cool, even though they blame science for getting them into this mess in the first place. that is, when they aren't blaming it on themself. they were an epimediologist: someone who works with diseases and epidemics and the prevention of and on and on and on. it was something called infirmitas vitia that they were tasked with working with, a new outbreak that didn't seem to pose a serious threat, but serious enough that the cdc needed to get involved. asbjørn was one of the directors of the project. they weren't required to get involved, but the concept interested them greatly so they did get directly involved. they started experimenting with the outbreak diseases, looking for a vaccination or prevenative. but what happened wasn't what they wanted to happen. in experimenting, they decided that using their own dna in the prototype might benefit the vaccination, add more defense against the outbreak. they didn't realize the devastating effects it would have later on.
there was a raid at the cdc. more than half the staff was killed by the terrorist break in. they only seemed to have one target: the infirmitas vitia disease. when asbjørn got to the lab the next morning, it had been devastated. vials and chemicals were everywhere. the safe when the staff kept the strain of the disease had been ransacked and was completely empty. everything was gone. horror was the first emotion they felt. the disease would be spread, they were sure.
it was three months later when the sickness started spreading. the cdc covered up the break in very well; nobody even knew about it. that's why no one was blaming the cdc for the outbreak. not to say everyone wasn't terrified, because they certainly were. neighbours, family, friends: they were all dying left and right. no one knew how to go about preventing the disease. gas masks became quite popular once it was determinded to be airborne. asbjørn never bothered with one. they left the country just days after the break-in, fleeing to iceland. they were paranoid and terrified and no one would believe them when they tried to tell others about the pending pandemic. they tried. they really did. but they failed.
after months of the disease devastating the globe, asbjørn began to wonder. they hadn't caught it even though they had been in contact with more than one carrier of the disease. it tooks weeks of racking their brain to realise: the disease that had been spread was the strain with their own dna in it. it didn't have any effect on them. they were immune. they wished they weren't.
the possibility of another finding out that asbjørn was immune was terrifying. they had no idea what kind of reaction they would recieve. so he joined the masses, donning a near permenant gasmask. the masks were distributed by most governments. they were basic and plain, two things asbjørn had never been fond of. they tinkered with it until they developed a system in which medication and other fluids could be injected through it. asbjørn had been on a steady dose of anti-psychosis medications for a majority of their life, and having it at the ready was a better way than to keep their supply where it could easily be stolen. they had suffered from hallucinations all their life so the medication was a key part of their existence. it was a terrible thought to imagine themself without the stabilisers.
life continued on for asbjørn, but not for many others. others died around them every day. it was horrific. they survived. they still survive. death is the end, but perhaps life is the greatest tragedy.
