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Arya Montgomery

I hate to break this to you, but it's not gonna be an open casket.

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a character in “Without Hope”, originally authored by Caged Bird, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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People used to like the prospect of the end of the world because it would be a spectacle, something to relieve the fearful monotony of their lives. Funerals and weddings were commonplace, and nothing could have been so interesting to them as the coming of the end of the world ... unless it had been a first-class circus.







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Full Name

Arya Anne Montgomery

Nicknames

Ary or simply Montgomery. Men tend to try to give her pet names, but are quickly and violently disabused of the notion that they can by Arya herself.

Sexuality

Heterosexual-To her, all that means is God created Arya with a ruler instead of using a protractor or a compass. She could care less what people are interested in romantically, "To each their own."

Allegiance

Resistance-Arya has been a member of the Resistance for quite some time now, long before her brother had been "inducted". She feels compelled to the cause particularly because of the treatment her beloved brother recieved in the Legion, before that she simply thought Legion was just as nasty a disease as the Cordyceps. They took away your control over yourself, and kept you brain dead.

Age

Twenty Seven

Birthday

September 11th

Height

5' 7"

Weight

120 lbs

Secrets

Arya knows exactly what happened to her brother in Legion; his torture, his being confined in a cell for months, all of it. She did some digging and recon, contacted known Legion members who were moles for the Resistance, and found out the whole dirty truth. She doesn't let on to Vincent that she knows, hoping he will want to tell her in his own time, so for now she plays ignorant for the sake of her brother's mental stability.





Don't blame yourself. The apocalypse wasn't your fault. Actually, it was just as much your fault as it was anyone else's. Come to think of it, if you're an American, it was probably about 80-90 percent more your fault than the average human. But don't let that get you down. It wasn't exclusively your fault. Unless you're the president. Then it might be your fault. But you'll have plenty of interns to tell you that it wasn't, so you'll be fine.



Personality


Most people upon first meeting the twins assume Vincent is the dog, and Arya is the muzzle, those people are idiots. In truth, though he doesn't always say much, Vincent is rather intelligent and tends to think things through fully while Arya, though also intelligent, has a short fuse and is quick to act, not always planning ahead, and enjoying the "Shoot first and ask questions later" policy. She shares her brother's brash and sarcastic nature, but it is magnified in Ary due to the plethora of misogynist the apocalypse apparently creates. Many people recognise her to be pure and undecorated in her personality. She is very bluntly open and honest, and not one to tip-tope around feelings.

To the casual passerby, Arya has the air of a cobra tensed to strike. She has compassion and understanding, but that only takes her so far. She is surely a product of the world around her. Though her solitary nature and fierce independence makes her prone to dissolving relationships, when she gets close to someone, she treats them as though they are the most precious thing on the planet. A prime example of this is in her brother, who in her opinion is, in fact, the most precious thing on the planet. She will always side with him in front of others even if she personally disagree's, private time is for sharing your true feelings, family has to be united.


Likes||Dislikes


Arya places a high priority on honesty as a trait, and cannot stand people teeming with lies and inconsistancies. She absolutely adores children, associating youth with idealism, bringing back memories to her of a time free of pain, diappointment, and death. She is in love with art, watercolors especially. She used to paint, herself, before the outbreak, but obviously hasn't since...To wrap this up, she dislikes possessiveness, capriciousness, dresses, "horn-dog's", and is distrusting of authority that weilds untold amounts of power; while she enjoys nature untouched by the end of the world, the scent of the ocean, dedication, loyalty, fifties slow songs, burning match-sticks, and her cross-bow.



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Fears||Weaknesses


Arya has an aversion to animals of anykind, though particularlly pigeons, mice, rats, and other city dwelling creatures. This is due to their ability to spread Cordyceps through bites or scratches. It is a sensitive area for her, and more than once she has shot a stray dog or cat roaming the roads out of terror. She is also relatively afraid of Gas canisters as during one confrontation with Legion, one was used and she passed out on the 'battle field'. Luckily she had been standing next to a comrade of hers who was prepared for that sort of thing, and brought his gas mask, and drug her to safety. Her deepest, and most consuming fear is an obvious one, losing her brother. When he chose to join Legion, and left her behind she was devistated, but most because she was worried he might get killed and she'd never know. He is all she has left, and she never intends on letting him out of her sight again.


Weapons


Arya always has her double automatic crossbow slung across her back, but she usually likes to carry a pair of LeMat's(a cap and ball revolver used by the confederate cavalry during the Civil War that has nine 41 caliber round in the cylinder and a 14 gauge shotgun underneath.)in two thigh holsters just in case of emegencies.

Skills


One of Arya's greatest skills is that she is always searching to learn something more about something or someone, she eagerly follows the scent of information, whether is is narrow or broad in scope and whether it has any redeeming value or not. This makes her excellent on gathering intel. She is proficient in hand-to-hand/close quarters combat, is a decent shot; capable of achieving accuracy with most weapons, and is well-versed in the use of multiple types of firearms.





I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.


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History


Arya was the youngest of the fraternal twins her mother gave birth to by three and a half minutes. She grew up with a fairly standard and typical childhood, the only abnormality was how closely attached she was to her brother, which was to be expected out of people who shared a womb together for nine months. Vincent always looked after her, being the protective older brother, teaching her everything he knew, making her a bit headstrong and indelicate for a girl. When the outbreak occurred, life continued in a haze. She doesn't remember much about losing her parents to the Cordyceps, or putting a bullet between the fungi where their eyes used to lie, but she does recall crying for hours in Vincent's arms...It wasn't long after that that Vincent decided to take up arms and join Legion. He pleaded with Arya to take up residence as a civillian in Legion, to stay safe, but Arya would have no part of it. She refused to be a member of a dictatorship type governing body or under their control.He left her, and she decided to go it on her own, remaining rogue for a short length of time. However, naturally it wasn't easy to cut it on your own when you've had someone watching your back your entire life. Arya struggled with survival until she was saved by a horde of infected by rebellion members. Ever since that day, she became a sister in arms, banding together with the rebels and adopting heir doctrine. During a raid on a Legion base, her brother was discovered injured and helpless. It was assumed he had been wounded in the battle, but Arya could tell that his suffering was prolonged. She stopped her team members from taking him out, and explained he was her brother. They tentaively allowed him to come back with them and gave him proper medical care while Ary dug into finding out what had happened to him.

Now She and Vincent are both members to the rebel cause, fighting to overthrow the Legion, and she could not be happier having him by her side once more. She keeps her knowledge of his past circumstances to herself and though she knows he isn't fully intergrated, she accepts him and his 'mistake' fully and will have a go at anyone who makes him feel unwelcomed.


Theme Song

Kings and Queens|| Thirty Second to Mars

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Into the night Desperate and broken
The sound of a fight
Father has spoken
We were the kings and queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser God
Between heaven and hell
Heaven and hell
Into your eyes
Hopeless and taken
We stole our new lives
Through blood and pain
In defense of our dreams
In defense of our dreams
We were the kings and queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser God
Between heaven and hell
Heaven and hell
The age of man is over
A darkness comes and all
These lessons that we've learned here
Have only just begun
We were the kings and queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser God
Between heaven and hell
We are the kings
We are the queens
We are the kings
We are the queens


FaceClaim || Gemma Arterton

So begins...

Arya Montgomery's Story

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Arya traversed silently across the practically rutted path of her patrol that looped around the Georgia Resistance settlement, following the outer edge in a clockwise route while her brother had separated from her to travel counter clockwise. They oft shared patrol duties as the two of them flowed in seemingly synchronized movements, their twinship showing on the war front. Who, in all honesty, would make a better team? Her hazel eyes zeroed in on an object in motion, just beyond an abandoned crumbling outpost look out, a flicker of yellow in the underbrush.

Hostile.

Arya's hand leapt for the crossbow slung over her back as she surged forward, all feline grace and velvet violence. It was a stalker. A male with tufts of curly auburn hair curling around his ears--what could be seen of his ears anyway. The Fungus had spread across most of his head, marring whatever human features he may have once possessed.

She let an arrow fly, the sharp steel whistling through the air and puncturing the infected in the shoulder with a spongy thud. "God Dammit." She growled through barred teeth, scurrying back against a tree as the stalker never broke his stride. Ary launched yet another arrow, this one landing nicely in his 'face', but by now he was close enough that even though the fatal hit had landed, the electrical currents that flowed from what was left of his brain were still telling his body to surge forward. Arya launched herself out of his path rolling down to the ground and to the left as the infected slammed into the tree. She reached upward and gripped the arrow planted firmly in his forehead and jerked, deriving pleasure from the way his body solidly hit the packed dirt and twitched one last time. Dead. With a sly satisfied smirk , she retrieved the arrows from his fungal flesh and wiped their tips off on his battered jeans. No use in wasting ammo.

Arya continued onward on her planned course until her eyes fell upon another lone figure in the distance, but this one was more recognizable than the last. It was Vincent, her elder brother by three and a half minutes, marching with all the stoic faced valor of a knight of the round table. She idly wondered if he was aware he did that sometimes. It brought about a soft smile to her face, two small commas at the corners of her mouth surfacing, the result of grinning so much when she was younger....that seemed like longer ago that it truly was. A different time. She picked up her pace, bounding up to him gracefully and offering a light, playful punch to the shoulder. "Everything go okay?" She inquired, reloading her arrow pair back into her automatic crossbow.

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'And that's the last of them....'

Vincent threw the tarp back over his last trap to extinguish what was left of the smoldering coals that used to be a human. Patting himself down a bit to be sure there weren't any latent spores or anything still floating around, he loosened the straps atop his head and pulled off his gas mask, taking a relieved breath at the sudden rush of cooler air outside the stagnant mask. The thing was a life-saver, but more often than not, he wanted to claw and tear at his face when it was on.

Pulling out his map once again, he knelt to the ground and unfolded it, showing the layout of the settlement, the little piece of paper he obtained this morning falling out onto the ground beside it. The paper caught his eye for a moment before he reached out and shoved it back into his pocket, ignoring it for the moment. Erasing the last small marking that indicated a tripped trap, Vince began folding the paper back up, satisfied with his small amount of work for the day. Just as he managed to stow the map away for the final time, he heard the familiar stride of his sister bounding up as he stood and turned toward her slightly.

"Everything go okay?"

The slip of paper came back to Vince's mind at the inquiry and he looked over at his sister and scratched his head, still thinking a bit. "Easily enough," he answered with a shrug. "A little too easy if you ask me..."

Taking a step toward his reset trap, he gestured with one of his hands. "This was the last of them, only three of the traps were tripped today...Hey," a train of thought began rapidly scrawling through his mind and he beckoned for Arya to come with him, "follow me."

He immediately sunk into thought again and began walking off, knowing sooner or later, Arya would follow. Stopping by a run-down looking garage a bit further in the settlement, Vince undid the chain on the door and threw it up, revealing an older-looking truck filled with random assortments of supplies in the back. "I fixed this up a few weeks ago with a few books from the library and a bit of elbow grease. I figured we might need a set of wheels if we needed to get out of here. Could probably get us close to Augusta if we needed to." Reaching back into his pocket, he retrieved the map once more, making sure he had the slip of paper as well. Unfolding it and flattening it against the hood of the truck, he waved his sister over to look at it.

"Something's been bugging me lately, there's something off about the movements of the infected." Opening the small scrap of paper, he revealed it to be a random allotment of numbers and tallies. Using his finger, he began pointing out specific points on the map. "Weeks ago, we had over twenty traps tripped a day, and from all sides. Two weeks ago, we had almost fifteen a day, but only on the south side, west side, and northern side. None occurred on the east side. Now, only three were tripped, and all on the north side." He stopped to indicate the three that were tripped today, and cross reference them with his tally sheet. "And as I'm sitting on the rooftops watching these fungal retards, they're all coming from the west or some westerly direction. That means they're mostly heading this way," Tracing a line across the map, he indicated the edge of the city and handily whipped out another map to lay on top, this one of the eastern US.

"What I can't figure out, is why." Vince stopped to scrub a hand through his hair as he thought once more. Maybe they're heading to more populated areas or bigger cities possibly...what happened to you?" Stopping mid sentence, he examined his sister. Dirt streaked a side of her clothes, as if she had been on the ground or had recklessly been running into things. To anyone else, these details may have been easily overlooked, but to Vince, Arya's brother nonetheless, who was used to looking through a scope and studying every little detail from hundreds of yards away, the signs burst at him like blaring horns. Reaching out, he brushed at her arm, wiping the dirt off as much as he could. "I don't want to know, do I?"

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ImageAry frowned as she overlooked her brother's findings, his crumpled paper of data and numbers, it all looked like chicken scratch to her. It was true they had been seeing fewer and fewer of the infected on any other side than the west, but she had taken it to be a good sign. Perhaps the infected to people ratio was balancing out, perhaps they were winning this war they waged. Just maybe the other directions were clear because they had been cleared, but of course it was her brother, the 'thinker' of their outfit that surmised something else. "Maybe...Maybe they are being driven? Remember South Carolina?"

The twins had traveled as far north as South Carolina once, just the pair of them, investigating a cause Ryan deemed worthy of exploration. Psh. turned out to be nothing worth while, but they had been hit late one night by a band of Cordyceps, and it was no mere happenstance either. Legion had business up north too it seemed, what sort she couldn't be sure, but the small government outgroup thought it an opportune time to test out their new attack plan. A freezer truck#no longer operational# loaded with caught infected; a timed trigger on the latch of the door released the fungal parasites on the Montgomery's 'camp'. Took them all night to fend them off, to take them down. They had barely made it out alive. Since then, they hadn't been hit in that way again, but Hell, bringing that idea to a much larger scale seemed like a brilliant plan. Of course....Arya wasn't much of a 'thinker' herself. Probably a stupid thought she inwardly reprimanded.

"What happened to you? I don't want to know, do I?" he voiced, pulling her from her inner monolog. He dusted the dirt off of her arm, caring for her in his own stoic sort of way. "I'm fine." She replied curtly, not overly fond of being fretted over. "Just got closer to a stalker than usual. No biggie." She loved that he cared, and he was about the only one she could stand caring for her, but she didn't like feeling foolish. Like she had made a mistake. "You'll figure it out I'm sure, just don't forget to tell me when you do." She grinned, wishing for once he'd just be happy, letting his tactical predatory nature relax for a bit.

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"You'll figure it out I'm sure, just don't forget to tell me when you do."

"Sooner rather than later I hope..." Vincent said, a bit more stiffly than he had originally meant to. Clearing his throat, he folded the map back up and tucked the scrap of paper back away. He always found it difficult to put things on hold when he really got a problem spinning around in his head. Even when there really was no way to find an answer right then. It always seemed to nag at the back of his mind like a constant prick that wouldn't go away. And that, he knew, always tended to grate on his sister's nerves...

"Sorry," Vince reached over and ruffled his sister's hair, letting out a decent laugh at her appearance afterward. "We should be happy about it, right? Less crap we have to do after all." Gesturing once more for her to follow, he led the way out of the tiny garage and closed the large shutter once again.

"I'm freakin' starving," He said as they walked away from the garage and back to the resistance's small compound. Vince kept walking and shouldered the door aside, keeping his rifle close as he walked into the building. The few faces they actually passed he tended to ignore. If a few of them called out or gave any indication of a friendly gesture, it wasn't for him. Over his short time with the resistance, he had formed a helpful talent of zoning the people around him out due to the mutual distrust and semi-inflated hostility between them and Vince himself. With the exception of Arya of course.

All in all, it was another dull affair, and one he wasn't particularly comfortable with, entering the small dining hall and getting some food. Bland food, dark buildings, distrustful faces, and an altogether distasteful situation in the Georgia Resistance these days. More than once he had marveled at the lack of discipline and overall laziness of those he saw around him. Arya and himself being the only ones outside at this time of day, doing what needed to be done, being a prime example for the current day. As much as he hated it, The Legion at least had a well-trained force at their disposal. These kids around him didn't stand a chance...

Tugging a book from his coat, Vince opened it up to the marked page as he shoved the first bite of his food into his mouth and resumed reading 'A Tale Of Two Cities' as he chewed.

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The sun rolled over the sky, pouring a brighter exposure over Arya's muted brown crown, a head empty of everything except a faint desire to scream. She looked over to her brother, his eyes dry and blank, face steely. He didn't emote, he just walked forward and breathed. Inhale. Exhale. Like it was the most difficult thing in the world to do. Sometimes she just wished he could be happy, the only time he seemed to not be miserable was when he had some idea spinning around in his head, so she felt all the more guilty for shutting down his wild theories but she hadn't the capability to analylize them nor the will.

The day was suffocatingly humid as always. Their tepid little garage hideaway was so much more tempting than the world that unfurled just outside, but Arya and Vincent Montgomery were nothing if not a dutiful soldiers, and when the time came, they'd be out there, doing their duty. Luckily, now was one of those times they could enjoy the indoors that offered a slight reprieve from the Georgian heat waves. The smell of overcooked food, and stale stores wafted up to Arya's nose, and had her soon putting away her self depreciating thoughts in favor of the primal focus of hunger. The ache inside her remained steadfast everyday, gnawing at her guts, writhing experimentally. Just to remind her it was still there, just to make sure she never grew accustomed and immune to its presence. In this new Apocalyptic world, you were never full; everyone was leaner, meaner, and perpetually hungry.

She nodded politely at the few people who acknowledged her presence as they entered the proclaimed 'dining hall'. People didn't bother trying to catch up to her when she had food so obviously on the brain or her brother was looming in her shadow. He intimidated most, and didn't bother with pleasantries. Of course, a healthy dose of fear inspired respect and was important in these times but he was down right hostile at the worst of times, a man with his mind forever in the trenches. She idly wondered if the apocalypse ever ceased, and the world returned to order, what he'd do with himself. She couldn't see him at the grocery store in the cereal isle, shopping like a normal person. Good thing that wasn't a likely scenario.

They went through a food line and selected their favorites out of the slim pickings they were offered, and meandered around the room until they zeroed in on a choice table, choice meaning no one else was sitting there and it had a lovely view of any and all exits. Arya plopped down in her seat with an audible sigh and pushed her unidentifiable mess around on her makeshift plate, eyes darting up to Vincent's face as he pulled out a tattered novel and leafed through to his page. She flashed him a smile that could have put several suns to shame. "You're not reading that old thing again are you? You think you'd get bored of it."