Annaliese "Leice" Kilroy DONE!

[Annaliese LEICE Kilroy]

ANNALIESE “LECIE” KILROY

I don’t ask for much.
Truth be told, I’d settle for
A life less frightening.

NAME: Annaliese “Leice” Kilroy
AGE: just turned twenty
GENDER: femme fatale
RACE: human
OCCUPATION: She has no occupation. She’s a refugee. If anything, she’s a thief, a pickpocket, and a menance.
REGION: World of War
ERA: Modern Day
POWER: Besides annoying the crap out of the public and avoiding the armies, none
EQUIPMENT: She carries a small hand-held gun on her at all times, something she picked off a dead soldier. What? It’s not like he needed it anymore
LIKES:

• Food. This is something she doesn’t get a lot of, so when she gets it, she enjoys every last crumb.
  
• Sleeping. She suffers from insomnia, mostly because of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and also because when you’re a refugee, you always have to be on the lookout.
  
• Finding a new jacket. She usually wears a jacket thin within three to four months. When you use it as a jacket, a blanket, a place to hide, a napkin, a tablecloth, a seat cushion, etc., it gets worn pretty fast.
  
• Shadows. They’re easy to hide in
  
• Kind people. Despite her distrusting nature, anyone that offers her safe haven is automatically on her favorites list.

DISLIKES:

• The sound of gunshots. Although she’s become used to it, she still hates it, and flinches at even the slightest hint of the sound of a gun.
  
• Rain. As if she isn’t cold and miserable enough
  
• This goddamned war. It took her whole family in less than the ten years it’s been raging.
  
• Greasy men. She’s not a fucking prostitute, goddamnit!!
  
• Filtering water. It honestly gets annoying fast.

FEARS:

• Gunshots. It has taken over her whole life.
  
• Living a normal life. Honestly. She fears normalcy, because it’s all too calm then, and it’s always calm just before the storm.
  
• Death. She’s seen it all around her, and it’s not pretty. People scream, cry, piss themselves. It’s ugly, and it’s terrifying.
  
• Both militaries. The north killed her father, brother and sister, the South raped and killed her mother.
  
• Being raped. It’s not uncommon in a war-torn country like hers, and no one’s keeping track of all the war crimes.

SECRET: Her whole family was politically active and against the North, where they lived, before the war started. She fought as a militia member with her siblings against the North.
PERSONALITY:
Broken English
Leice could care less about who you are. Fellow refugee or top general in either army, it doesn't matter. You touch her, you can expect her to fight back with all she has. She hates being touched. Leice is a pessimist looking for a way to just live without the sound of gunshots constantly surrounding her. She doesn't talk much, but she doesn't necessarily have to. Her fists do enough talking for two of her. When she does talk, it can turn into a long string of nasty words from multiple languages. She likes to avoid crowds and people in general. As the only surviving daughter of a publicly executed "terrorist" against the North, not many people like her. Even her fellow refugees would turn her in at the drop of a hat if it meant just a scrape more of food. Then again, she'd probably do the same thing. Leice, like many other refugees, lives by herself, for herself, and thinks only for herself. It's the only way to survive in a dog-eat-dog world. Truth be told, she doesn't travel with others because others can betray you and harm you, and Leice chooses to avoid as much as she can all that can harm her. She has no problem stealing a jacket, knife, gun, food or water of a dead man. He's dead, and she's still living. Why should she leave food to rot or water to grow mold? Why should a jacket fray, or a knife or gun rust just because it belongs to a man that's dead?

Worth Dying For
Although Leice always says it's the ones that put others first that will die first, she hardly listens to this herself. If she has food or water, or an extra jacket and she sees a child or an elder lacking, she will automatically hand over all she has to ensure their comfort. When it comes to the young and the old, she will sacrifice her comfort, hands down. Despite her bad-ass attitude, Leice didn't grow up in the ghettos, and she didn't grow up lacking needs. Because she was raised with all of her needs met, Leice always feels guilty when she sees others with less than what little she herself has, which is why she so willingly hands over her own necessities to make sure the needs of others are met. She is also willing to die for the children and elders of the ghettos. With her experience from the guerrilla militias, she can fight well enough to hold off renegade soldiers. Leice is unafraid to kill any military member if they think they can get away with war crimes. In some ghettos, Leice is known by the children as 'Big Sister' because of how she cares for them and ensures their safety. When confronted by others though, she loudly denies it, or avoids the subject. Although she doesn't look like it, she is an excellent cook and has a skill of finding herbs, vegetables, fruits, and other sources of food in places where outsiders would think there is no food. And she can make a mean roasted rat with rosemary. Even though she says she only cares for herself, she's the one serving up dinner to all the ghetto.

To Them These Streets Belong
What people don't see is the very vulnerable side of Leice. Her whole family was taken away from her in less than the ten years this war has been raging. It's hard to realize that she's still not legally an adult; she's barely even twenty. This is part of the reason she cares so much for the young and old. Her father was accused of being a terrorist and was publicly executed. Her mother was raped and killed right in front of her eyes, and her older sibling were killed together when her sister tried to send a message of surrender to the Northern Army. She's lost faith in everything, including what her parents fought for, including herself. All she wants is for all of this shit to end, and she blames herself for the death of her family. Every year, she makes an annual trip back to the graves in her hometown, now abandoned. Here, she made honorary graves for her whole family, as her father was thrown into a mass grave with other "terrorists", she had to leave her mother as she was dying, and her siblings had been left to rot on a battlefield. She cries over her losses whenever she is reminded of them, no matter who's around her.

HISTORY:
Annaliese was the third child of Sebastian and Margaret Kilroy. Her siblings, Aaron and Amanda, were fraternal twins two years older than her. Her father was a political activist in a party that was against the ruling of government and military actions of their homeland, in the North. Her mother also led an activists group against the study of medicines that were promising to 'bring back the dead'. Even though her father was not the most liked person in the North, her family still lived a good life. That was, until the war started. Both her mother and father had decided to lay low. But they had taught Annaliese to always speak the truth, even when her voice shook, even when everyone was telling her to shut up. When Annaliese asked her dad why he was staying quiet just because of threats, her father gained courage to speak out again against the North. Bad move. Not even six months into the war, top ranking generals from the North barged into their house and dragged out her father on multiple counts of terrorism. For three months, he was tortured for information on a terror-cell he supposedly was in charge of. After this period, he returned home. He didn't speak, and didn't look at his family. One month later, he was publicly executed for terrorism against the North and conspiracy. Annaliese's mother tried to keep the house, but even friends had turned against them, and they were eventually raided and were forced to leave their burning house with very few possessions. Annaliese was only ten at the time.

The family traveled south, picking up whatever jobs they could to earn very little money to keep the above starvation. They were finally able to raise enough money to rent out an apartment and settled down enough to send Annaliese, Aaron and Amanda back to school. For three years, they lived fairly normal lives. Until a band of renegade soldiers from the South raided their town, pillaging it. One solider broke into their apartment. While Aaron, Amanda and Annaliese hid, they had to watch the soldier rape and kill their mother. He left her dying. Their mother's last wish was for them to run, and they did, leaving her dying too.

The sibling traveled back North to join a militia that was rising against the Northern armies. The siblings were eager to fight against those that had torn apart their family, but when they crossed the border, Aaron was taken by the army, as part of the draft. Only Amanda and Annaliese were left, and they ran to join the militia. For three years, they fought against the Northern armies, winning many of their battle and beating down the morale of the enemy troops. Until one decisive battle, when Annaliese was seventeen. The militia group had been ambushed and they were fighting as hard as they could to escape, but with no luck. With no good ending in site, they all decided to surrender, and possibly be able to come up with a compromise so they could live to fight another day. Amanda volunteered to carry the white flag of surrender to the enemies, and Annaliese, afraid to let Amanda out of her site, decided to follow her. As Amanda as Annaliese carried the flag, they saw their brother on the front lines, ready to shoot them. When he saw them, he dropped his gun and ran towards them. His commander, furious, order fire. Annaliese was the only one that heard the click of the guns, and so therefore the only one that was able to press herself against the ground when the bullets came flying. When everything cleared, Annaliese sat up to see her brother and sister filled with bullet holes, lying dead on the ground together. She screamed, cried, and when a soldier came to take her, she fought against him with everything she had, which at the time, wasn't much. Annaliese was kept as a POW for two months, until the same soldier that had taken her off the battlefield also released her in the middle of the night. Annaliese never learned his name, but she has yet to decide if she forgives him for killing her brother and sister. She has been travelling with different bands of refugees for the last three years.

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

Meghen was ready to hurt someone, specifically, her art teacher. How the hell had she collected three pounds worth of paper work in the time she was gone - IN ART?! Art didn’t require paperwork, and Meghen was trying to hold off on all of her homework she’d missed while she had been gone. Dammit, she hadn’t thought about the work that would pile up once she got back. Then again, she hadn’t thought she would be coming back. But here she was, and for a moment, Meghen wished she hadn’t fought Kieran. If he’d just killed her, she wouldn’t have all this to deal with. She shook her head. Meghen didn’t like to think those kinds of thoughts very much, and so when she caught herself thinking them, she usually drove them out as quickly as they came. But still, three pounds of paper work in ART?? What the hell had she missed?

Meghen swung by her dorm during lunch. Seeing all the make-up work she had to do made her sick. She honestly thought that she may have a fear of paper, but quickly dismissed it. She wouldn’t be an artist if she feared paper. Maybe a fear of an overload of paperwork? Yeah, that made a lot more sense… not. She slid the key into the lock, threw open the door, and tossed in her school bag, slamming the door before it even landed. Lords, she hated school. Why couldn’t it just be over? Oh, right. Then she’d have to leave the Academy, and frankly, she wasn’t quite ready for that. And she wasn’t really that hungry either. Either she was really getting sick from the paperwork, or the cafeteria food was that nauseating. Probably both, she decided.

Looking for fresh air, Meghen skipped the cafeteria and headed outside, slumping against the building for a moment to clear her head. She needed to stop thinking about school for the moment. She began wandering, humming songs she’d learned in her childhood, like silly skipping rhymes or songs from choir, like ‘do-re-mi’. It must’ve been a long walk though, because when she decided to pay attention to her surroundings, she found herself in the woods behind the school. Y’know, where she wasn’t supposed to be?? Meghen grumbled something before sighing and shuffling her feet along. It didn’t even matter that she was wearing her very expensive Dr. Martens. She was in a bad mood right now. Her hands brushed down the petticoat skirt she was wearing over the black crochet tights, before she pulled the sleeves of her oversized sweater over her knuckles, barely exposing her fingers. It was a slightly chilly day, despite the summer, and rain was obviously coming soon. Her fingers cautiously wrapped themselves around her vintage cameo necklace. It was a habit of hers, to play with her necklaces when her hands had nothing else to do. Like right now. Catching herself, Meghen began grumbling again, picking at the loose ends on her sleeves.

While walking, she caught sight of a familiar shock of black hair. She grinned, knowing it was Vlad. Of course he’d be skipping way out here. She shook her head before she quieted her steps as much as she could, sneaking around the tree he was leaning against. Out of nowhere, she popped her head out from behind the tree. “Hello!” she said cheerfully. He had probably heard her beforehand, but it was still fun to do. Meghen walked out from behind the tree, grinning at Vlad. Her head was tilted to the side playfully and her hands were firmly placed on her hips. “What makes you skip this far out of school?” she asked, thought she was pretty sure she knew the answer already.

OTHER: Her father was the leader of a political group against the military actions of the North. Her mother was against the medical technologies that were promising to ‘bring back the dead’. Her brother, Aaron, and sister, Amanda were twins and died together.
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ALIAS: Takki, Mattaki.

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