"She sees them walking in a straight line - that's not really her style... but they're invincible, and she's just in the background."
"I'm only a crack in this castle of glass, hardly anything left for you to see."
"But everybody calls me Chris except Oma. And she died back in 2005."
Christiane Annelie Moriarty
{Birth Date:}
"What a wonderful coincidence."
31 December 2001
{Age:}
"It really depends. Does it count if it's not over yet?"
18 or 19, depending on how you look at it.
{Sexuality:}
"Self-exploration and all that shit. Whatever."
Panromantic asexual
"My heart is on fire/I swallowed down the flames/Like they were coated in honey"
Right now, Chris is wearing a maroon hoodie, cargo pants, and boots. Her hair is thick and tangled, having gone without a proper brush for days, and she has dark circles under her eyes.
"Weep for yourself, my man, you'll never be what is in your heart."
"Nazi incoming. Pew pew."
Chris is from Dresden, Germany, and has lived there all her life.
{Statistics:}
Sanity: 175
Hunger: 200
Health: 150
{Inventory:}
1 backpack / 2 bacon and eggs / 1 batilisk wing / 5 berries / 2 boards / 3 bunny puffs / 2 charcoal / 6 fish / 1 fur roll / 9 honey / 3 lantern / 12 meat / 6 petals / 1 pickaxe / 4 roasted berries / 13 rocks / 1 shovel / 1 torch / 2 traps / 1 winter hat
"I really fucked it up this time, didn't I, my dear?"
Despite that, Chris possesses an innate ability to understand people and situations quickly, which puts her at a distinct advantage over others because she finds it easy to understand things quickly and adapt to the situation at hand. Though she's not interested in much, she can learn anything if she really wants to set her mind to it. She has the habit of jumping from task to task, as she gets bored easily, and tends to leave tasks unfinished. Still, if you manage to get her to sit still long enough to help you out, you may be surprised at the results she produces. She enjoys the idea of escapism, that she has the ability to walk away from any situation if she so wishes, and it can be frustrating to have her suddenly turn off and walk away from whatever she is doing. Why? Simply because a. she can and b. she doesn't want to do it anymore. It's as simple as that. Deep down she knows she's going nowhere, and that she's a waste of space, but she's not going to admit it to anyone and asking will only earn you a broken nose.
"But who needs love when there's Southern Comfort?"
{Family:}
"They don't like me. I'm a bad influence on them. Fuck 'em, I say. Who needs family."
- Father (Pater) / Ben Eberhard Moriarty / 46
- Mother (Mutter) / Elisa Sabrina Moriarty, née Langer / 42
- Brother (Bruder) / Gerald Lukas Moriarty / 25
- Aunt (Tante) / Jo Cornelia Schultz, née Moriarty / 40
- Grandfather (Opa) / Hanne Arend Moriarty / 74
- Grandmother (Oma) / Marlis Freja Moriarty, née Förstner / deceased
{Friends & Lovers:}
"Ew."
Chris has a few friends around town, the kind she likes to hang out and smoke/drink/talk trash with, but she wouldn't call them her friends. There is one guy, Mikhail, the tallest and handsomest of the group, and they like to kiss and are closer than most, but again she wouldn't call him her boyfriend. She's slept with a few boys around town, no big deal. They're all just people passing through her life, whom she will discard when she has no more use for them.
{Known Languages:}
"What, so I can curse you out in like three languages. Yay."
German, English, Dutch, and Romani.
She was sent to an American high school for a few years, to live and study on her own. Having tasted freedom, Chris wasn't about to let to that easily. She worked hard, but in the end her misconduct had her sent back to Dresden. Angry at being denied this freedom, she spent even more time away from home - she would sneak down to a corner of the public library at school hours and watch cars racing by; she spent meal times on the roof of her house with a plate of rapidly cooling food; she ran down to the alleys at night to hang out with a bunch of people just like her, lonely and angry at the world.
Then one day she looked out the window and it was different. The view wasn't her backyard anymore. Curious, she pushed the window open and stepped through...
"Gave you all I had, and you tossed it in the trash."
"What role, I ain't one of your puppets."
Survivor #4
{Goal}
"It would be nice if it weren't for all the fuckin' trees."
Well, she's happy if she lives. Frankly, Chris has no idea where the fuck this is but if she can get out that'd be great. It doesn't make much of a difference either way.
{Profession}
"It was good work but the boss was a bitch."
Chris worked briefly at a bakery cum cafe, which, while homely, was not her style.
{Other}
"Who's got time to create everything I say and do, what a waste of time."
OOC disclaimer: The way this character is portrayed does not reflect the values of her creator. I apologize for anything offensive I may say/do.
{FC: Sydney Sierota || HEX: #B4083C}