Freelancer born for traveling on the road, well that's what i hoped for when making my website design company. Turned out clients wanted viruses a little more than a website... not saying i was proud of it, but money is money especially while traveling the world on your own. Yeah i saw the world and man was it a trip until i got stuck in some area in Poland called Livonia because of some plague turning people mad. I left as soon as possible to see if it was only there to only find out that the surrounding areas where just as bad if not worse at times. So what was i suppose to do? well what any other person would do, start looking for work. At first it was tough but then things evened out as people began to adapt, that's when i had to learn new skills like: hunting, fishing, scavenging, fighting, and even a bit of carpentry. Business was booming and man did people enjoy being lazy sending me and a few like me to do there work, which was great. It got to the point where the people doing the work as freelancers in my area decided to make a clan known as the Freelancers Alliance (I know very original) that's besides the point. we grew to be a big part of all settlements in the area even the bandits enjoyed us. We were a neutral party, but some people didn't like that we helped there foes, but got over it because well we helped them to. I was one of the leads of the clan with the least knowledge, but my leader ship skills helped in the long run on getting me to the top. After a year of us growing and expanding we finally decided to send people out to distant lands and expand outside of our founding country. That's when i got to Livonia yet again since i kinda new the area... well more than anyone else. So i guess it's time to create yet another settlement under the Freelancers Alliance.
I am but a girl. My parents gave me an aboriginal name meaning "girl", but who cares anymore. I came here after the camp in Chernarus. We all did, there was nothing left there, the wells were infected, the dead ones were taking over, we ran out of canned food, there were less and less animals. I don't know why I came here, I don't know why I keep going. I have no one I'm really looking for, no one to get back to. I feel lost, have no purpose. At least no real purpose. For now I'm helping the reverend get set up, but this is coming to an end soon. He seems good, he is not like the people from my past. He is human, doesn't pretend to be "holier than thou". But there's my past. I'm conflicted. All they've ever done for me was make me feel like I'm worth nothing. The name and signs of Him were everywhere, but I didn't feel spirited or wanted by Him, because those transporting the words of Him were painting a dire picture. For all of us, but I was never important. I looked out for my brothers and sisters, did what I did to give them a glimmer of hope and a smile on their faces was my reward. It was worth the punishment. "Common thief" they labelled me. Back in that place all they said was that this was clear, I was always different to the others, born in the "wrong" skin. When I was 18 they kicked me out. But I still had my brothers and sisters back there, I kept looking out for them. It was getting tougher and eventually the police realized who was behind all of the happenings. The judge sent me to a "rehab" camp in Chernarus. With all the other young offenders. Drug addicts, thieves, wannabe gang kids. We were supposed to work on a farm to get back into society doing hard work, keeping us from doing bad things. It was a veritable shit show. I look at Rachel and see the label they gave me. The true label. She enjoys it. I look at Jack and see a man that changes. Promises that are broken for his "needs". I saw Lucas kill himself, I saw what it caused in others. I think we deserved all of this. We still do. We think we're survivors, but we're just bloody resilient cockroaches. I have no hope for us.