Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5583506-20140918114653

There was a lump in her throat when she spoke. "She... she was... kind. And clever... too clever for her own good. It got her into contact with the sort of people you don't want to get in contact with. She ended up owing them money she possibly couldn't pay back. So she sought protection from the law enforcement, but..." She swallowed. "... but they sold her out."

She spat on the ground. "Corrupted fucking pigs! They were bribed and handed her over to them." An anxious expression fell over her face. "They... they tortured her, they made me watch. Watch as they tortured her, before they... before they... I-I'd rather not talk about it", she said and turned away. "I am having nightmares to this very day about that moment. It was horrible because... because it was like watching myself die."

She peered over her own shoulder at him. "You see, we were twins. They say the bond between two twin siblings is stronger than that between a mother and her child, right? Well, we were. She looked so scared when they finally gave her the fatal shot and then turned their gun on me."

She pulled her tank top up over her stomach a bit, showing Francois a scar by the side of her hip. "That's where they shot me. I was marked for death as well, since they didn't really know if they had indeed killed the right one of us. Luckily for me, it was a lousy shooter and the bullet didn't pierce any vital parts. I ran for it and they failed to catch up. I hid in an alleyway and stayed there until morning, but by that time I had already lost so much blood that I was seeing angels. Whiskerz found me. A Khajiit who was sort of an errand boy for the rebel leaders against the society. He took me in, nursed me and let me join their community. Pretty soon I learned how to become a hacker and decided that the best way to tackle the mob wasn't by force, it was by slowly but surely taking away everything they had come to love in our town and watching them tear each other apart."

She sighed and sat down on a stone. "I returned later on to bury her. It was... it was not pleasant. I am glad our parents weren't alive to see it. I took on my new computer alias as E-Claire after her, Evelyn and Claire. But pretty soon even the community couldn't keep me, apparently I was too good of a hacker for them and I had the tendency to piss off the right people, including the mob. Everywhere people started paying good money to see my head on a platter as I took money from both corrupted companies, crime syndicates and... the law enforcement."

She spat on the ground again. "I couldn't blame my friends for shutting me out. They were right, I had become such a good hacker that I had become a threat to them, as the mob even payed to see any associates of mine dead. So I left, but still kept in touch with discreetly. I didn't mind really, I didn't really feel all that comfortable around too many people gathered up in the same spot. They would just slow me down if the mob or the law found out where I had been hiding and I would rather not have their blood on my hands."

She looked at Francois. "So there you have. 'The Melancholy Life of Radical E-Claire'", she said in a mockingly narrating voice. "So don't think for a second that I am hating on coppers for no reason, because I have a reason. If they had done their job right, my sister would have been alive and I wouldn't have to live a personal vendetta, constantly looking over my shoulder for potential hitmen."