A 4-Victory Novice Contractor played by Monday in Harmonia Tenebrae
She is 19 years old, lives in a shitty, abandoned warehouse in Chicago, Illinois, and often appears as a tall (6'2") figure with uncannily long limbs and a powerful physique, dressed in street wear and a biker helmet covering her face. Underneath is a woman with viscous, blood-red hair, leathery patchwork skin, and a feral expression, with stained bandages covering her whole body.
Kyrie Mae Lee lives in Harmonia Tenebrae, a setting where the strange and supernatural hides under a veil of normalcy. Her journal, BLOODSOAKED BADASS, has 3 entries. Her Questionnaire has 7 answers.
3 Alertness
0 Animals
4 Athletics
0 Crafts
0 Culture
0 Drive
0 Firearms
0 Influence
2 Investigation
0 Medicine
4 Melee
0 Occult
0 Performance
0 Science
0 Stealth
0 Survival
0 Technology
0 Thievery
2 Bloodwork
2 MENACE
3 PUNK SHIT
2 Skulking
2 Stunt-Riding
Latest 3 of 7 answers
Reference art: 来也未来 on pixiv
A reckless thrill seeker who fills their empty existence with violence, adrenaline, and danger. Kyrie was dealt a shitty hand from the start, growing up with two broke, dysfunctional addicts for parents. One ended up abandoning her and presumably dying early on, and the other was abusive and toxic whenever they weren't absent. Her school life wasn't much better either. It just meant dealing with a different set of toxic peers and vile authority figures.
Consequently, Kyrie turned out to be a delinquent. Getting into trouble and performing crazy, dangerous stunts became her main method of escapism. Pissing people off became her best way to draw any form of attention towards her. This eventually pulled her into hanging around groups of similarly fucked up, down-on-their-luck people, who-- despite the only ones she could really socialize with or relate to-- only ended up enabling her further. Later, she'd be kicked out of school, and then kicked out of her own home, which led to her living on the streets in various abandoned alleyways, buildings, or crack houses.
A reckless thrill seeker who fills their empty existence with violence, adrenaline, and danger. Kyrie was dealt a bad hand from the moment she was born, growing up with two broke, dysfunctional addicts for parents. Her dad ended up fucking off and presumably dying early on, leaving her with a mom who was an abusive asshole whenever she wasn't absent. School life wasn't much of an escape for her either. It only meant dealing with toxic peers and other vile authority figures where she was. Overall, her childhood was pretty shit-- and arguably doomed from the start.
Consequently, Kyrie turned out to be a delinquent. She made getting into trouble and doing crazy, dangerous bullshit as her primary method of escapism, with pissing people off being the only way she could draw attention to her. This quickly pulled her into hanging around groups of similarly fucked up, down-on-their-luck people, who-- despite being the only ones she could really socialize with-- only enabled her further. Eventually, she was kicked out of school and kicked out of her home when she was a teenager, which led her to living on the streets in various abandoned buildings, empty alleyways, or crack houses.
Life would become a constant cycle of these thrills, getting into trouble, and sleeping under broken roofs for Kyrie. For a few years, it was... an exciting enough routine to stick to. It beat having to deal with her family or peers or anyone else who didn't care for her at the very least. But deep down, whenever left to her own thoughts.... something else was developing. The adrenaline from all the danger and bullshit she got into only wore down with time, leaving her with an underlying, overwhelming sense of dread, nihilism, and destruction in her heart.
At this point, signing away herself to some shady government experiment offered to her and her peers wasn't the worst fate in her mind.
After enduring a blurry mess of torture, experimentation, and mutation, Kyrie would manage to escape-- though inevitably, that would only lead her to agreeing to yet another contract for her life. At least this one involved some more fun and mayhem than before.