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Julia Mandelbrot

Detatched, analytical mind that sees the world as numbers and equations

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a character in “The Cage: A Game of Survival”, as played by Abbi Normal

Description

Name: Julia Mandelbrot

Age: Appears to be about in her mid-twenties

Appearance:
With full, dark hair, olive skin, and sharp features, she looks to be of mixed Mediterranean decent. She has an angular Roman nose, serious, dark eyes, and a stern expression. She's not very tall, and lean but not thin, an athletic sort of frame. She has a pair of plain, simple wire-frame glasses on when she wakes up, but doesn't feel like she recognize them as actually hers, any more than the rest of her clothing, which consists of what appear to be all-white pajamas. She peers at things around her with a critical look in her eye, like she's calmly adding them to the sum of the equation.

Personality and Temperament:
Julia is calm, collected, and analytical. Her reaction, instead of fear or anger, or other emotional responses, is one of guarded curiosity. Shouting at the walls isn't going to solve anything, so she saves her energy for things that will. And one thing that will help, one thing that always helps, one thing they can't take away from her is counting.

Julia Mandelbrot counts everything. She counts tiles on floors, and panels on ceilings, and steps across a room, and her heartbeats, and her breaths. Everything is made up of numbers to her. Numbers hold the world together, numbers delineate reality. You can read facts and opinions in any number of ways, but numbers have nothing to do with your opinion. Two plus two is four, and how you feel about it doesn't change the outcome. Even people are made up of numbers to her: two eyes, ears, one nose and mouth, four limbs--arms and legs in a 2:2 ratio--a few hundred thousand hair follicles. Your weight is a number, your height is a number, virtually everything a person has or does is identified by a number. And, in Julia's estimation, if you can see the numbers, you can work out the equation. If you can work out the equation, you can shift the variables.

Julia also has a knack for figuring out and lining up cause and effect, and a good grasp of how things tend to move and function: such as, estimating how far something can be pushed before toppling over, about how much weight can be placed on either end of a lever before it breaks. She's patient and calculating, the sort of person perfectly willing to keep trying, failing, reworking, and trying again, until not only does she get the correct result, but knows why.

This idea of "knowing why" is extremely important to her; she is curious to a fault. All mysteries must be solved, all questions must be answered, all loose ends tied. And everything counted, and in its place. Julia is very stable, meticulous, and intensely rational, but a question that can't be answered gnaws at her like a sore tooth. As long as she can make some feeling of progress, though, determine some sort of pattern or cause and effect, and of course, keep an accurate count of the world, she can manage. Solving puzzles is her purpose.

Julia's habit of speaking is fairly verbose, and she carries herself with the posture of an academic. While she can't remember what her training or specialization might have been, her natural skills and inclinations are towards logic, math, strategy and deductive reasoning. She sees life like a fractal: an interlocking, repeating design described entirely by numbers. She thinks like a chess player.

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((A quick, rough sketch by me ^^))


Idiosyncrasies:
-Constant mental counting
-Clean-freak, to the point of actually kind of liking the Cage because it's the cleanest, least-cluttered room she's ever seen
-Extremely literal-minded, and doesn't always understand idiomatic expressions
-Very bad at social conventions, comes across awkward and cold
-Bad at paying attention to other people's subtlety

So begins...

Julia Mandelbrot's Story

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Day 1.

Lillina Rain and Julia Mandelbrot wake up for the first time in The Cage.

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Something wasn't right... That was the first thing Lillina thought of as her mind began to awaken. Her mind was a blank, memories that were suppose to be there weren't. She didn't know what those memories were, but she knew there was something missing. Her next thought was figure out where she was, survey her surroundings. The instinct to do so was strong, but again she didn't know why. As she opened her eyes she was met with white, blinding white, and nothing but it. It immidiately tensed up her muscles, muscles that she was sure she knew how to use.

Lillina sat up, slowly and carefully, as if to make sure nothing was damaged. She looked down at herself to find that she was wearing white. That's when the panick began to slowly set in. She pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, creating a protective ball. Her eyes darted around, trying to find away out of the panic enducing white. Her search came up with nothing but another woman lying on the floor nearby. Not a door, not a window, just a little hole in the ground and that was it. The room was claustrophobia inducing, just causing the panic to rise even further. At least she learned something about herself. Right now, she was in her biggest nightmare.

Lillina rose to her feet, with a grace that told her she knew her body well. She caught a glimpse of something black out from under her left sleeve, so she pushed it up to her elbow and saw the tattoo. It was beautiful, dark swirling lines and shapes that somehow comforted her. As if someone she trusted and cared about had given it to her. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and her mind settled into an unfamiliar but comfortable stat of guard.

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Lillina heard the tiniest shifts behind her as the other woman seemed to awaken. Her senses seemed to be sharp, she must had trained them in the past. Even though it was quiet in here, she could hear the other woman's breathing, every shift of movement, even her heartbeat. She could make out details along the walls, the tiniest of marks and blemises that most wouldn't have bothered to notice. She had a feeling that if there was any wind in here, she would have been able to feel the shifting of the currents, or know what a person's clothing was made of just by touching it. She had definitely been trained to do something in the past. But what she didn't know. There were no words that came to her mind for the skills she possessed. Or better yet, there were too many. She hadn't figured out all she could do yet, so the list of things that she could have been were too broad.

Lillina's right had travelled underneath her shirt, running two fingers across her skin. She was searching for a needle mark, the two small burns that would indicate tazing, anything to tell her how she had gotten here. So far there was nothing, a few places where there was scar tissue, but nothing recent. What did she do that would mean she had scars? Maybe she was a clumsy child or something? Her thoughts froze completely as her fingers brushed against a newer, more jagged scar. The sensitivity of this one told her that it had happened some time in the last three to five years. It was long as well as jagged, going from her right collarbone to just above her breast. She couldn't tell exactly what had done it from the size and shape, but it was obvious it was something bladed. Somebody didn't like her. Her head hurt, as if her brain was trying to get her to remember something, but nothing appeared in her head. Her memories were still an empty blank.

She knew that if shock caused the memory loss, then it would definitely come back over time. Though perhaps not the event that caused the shock in the first place. But if it was medically induced, then there was less of a chance of it coming back. Something told her that her past wasn't a happy one, so maybe her brain had shut it all out in order to protect her. From what she could remember, the brain did strange things to stop one from losing it. Even if it involved a complete shut down. In any case, she was glad that her brain didn't do that. It was better to live without memories than to be an empty shell.

The sound of the other woman lifting metal caused Lillina to whip around, her hand going to her waist as if searching for a weapon that wasn't there. She reacted purely on instinct, but it seemed like the right thing for her to do. Relief went through her as she saw that it was only a pair of glasses. Something told her that the other woman wasn't much a danger to her, at least not at the moment, but it would be better to play it safe. She locked eyes with the other woman, trying to find her face somewhere in her mind. But there was nothing, either she was somewhere in her memories, or they hadn't met before this. Lillina blinked as the woman spoke. She hadn't said anything before this and her question didn't make much sense to Lillina.

"I cannot answer your question, because I don't have enough information about the situation." She said in a blank, almost robotic tone. "I know about my own part in this, but not yours." Lillina thought it a good answer for the situation. As it spoke the truth plainly and simply. The thought of going into some long explaination about why she could or couldn't answer didn't seem like the right thing to say.