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ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ

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[⁕] → ғɪʀsʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ⋫

Suzanne "Susie"

[⁕] → ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ⋫

Delacroix

[⁕] → ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ⋫

Lavoie

[⁕] → ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ⋫

Female

[⁕] → ᴀɢᴇ ⋫

18

[⁕] → sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ⋫

Bisexual

[⁕] → sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ⋫

Human(?)

[⁕] → ʀᴀᴄᴇ ⋫

Caucasian

[⁕] → ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ⋫

Canadian

[⁕] → ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ⋫

December 11 198X

[⁕] → ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ⋫ Entity's Favor —

Voodoo Magic

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ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

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[↺] → ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ⋫

Dyed Pink-Magenta

[↺] → ʜᴀɪʀ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ ⋫

Shoulded Length

[↺] → ʜᴀɪʀ sᴛʏʟᴇ ⋫

Long Wavy

[↺] → ɪʀɪs ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ⋫

Blue

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ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs

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[ღ] → ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⋫

5'4 Ft

[ღ] → ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⋫

109lbs

[ღ] → ᴀʙɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs ⋫

Slouched posture

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

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⁖Genetic Disorders⁖

[☼] → None

⁖Physical Disabilities⁖

[☼] → In need of wearing Braces

[☼] → Has a bit of lisp

⁖Mental Illnesses⁖

[☼] → Schizophrenia

[☼] → Insomnia

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ᴡᴀʀᴅʀᴏʙᴇ

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ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs

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[❂] → ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⋫

Jordan Lavoie — Status: Unknown

[❂] → ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⋫

Kristine Delacroix — Status: Unknown

[❂] → sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ⋫

None

[❂] → ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ⋫

Meg Thomas

[❂] → ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs (?) ⋫

Frank Morrison

Julie Kostenko

Joey Cadogan

[❂] → ᴀᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ⋫

Danny Johnson

[❂] → ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ⋫

None

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ɢᴇᴀʀ

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⌯Melee Weapons⌯

[⌘] → A worn and rusted boxcutter modified for stabbing.

⌯Experience with Current Gear⌯

→Trials spawned by the entity to test a survivor's will to live and a killer's bloodlust.

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ

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☌Backstory☌

→Susie was just a kid trying to find her place. Shy, awkward, and often overlooked, she lived in the margins of Ormond’s cold, forgotten town. Life felt like a waiting game—waiting to grow up, waiting for something to happen, waiting for someone to notice her.

Then there was Julie.

Julie was everything Susie wasn’t—bold, sharp, unafraid. They met in middle school and stuck together through everything after. Julie saw something in Susie no one else did. She pulled her out of her shell, gave her a voice, made her feel like she mattered.

So when Julie introduced her to Frank, Susie followed without question.

Frank had a presence that drew people in, dangerous and confident, like he didn’t care what the world thought of him. He talked about breaking free, about taking back control, about not letting the world step on you. He had a way of making even the smallest person feel powerful. Joey ed soon after. Together, they became a crew—something bigger than themselves. Something that made sense in a world that didn’t.

They called themselves The Legion.

It started with petty crime—tagging walls, sneaking into stores, petty theft. Susie didn’t love the risks, but she loved how it made her feel. Part of something. Seen. And as long as Julie was there, Susie believed it would be okay.

But Frank was never satisfied with “just enough.” The games turned darker. The stunts more dangerous. Then one night, it went too far.

A break-in. A man. A knife. And then there was blood. So much blood. Susie froze. She wanted to scream, to run, but her legs were locked. She watched as something inside them all cracked open—and she knew nothing would ever be the same. That night didn’t bring freedom. It brought silence. Guilt. Distance.

They wanted to run, but there was no escaping what they’d done. They were forced to carry the body back up to their hideout in a Lodge in Mount Ormond, and bury it.

Then came the fog. It swallowed them whole, dragging them into a world that thrived on the violence they’d unleashed. The Entity’s realm welcomed them like a reflection of their own broken souls. And in that realm, Susie found a new mask—one she never had to take off.

Her life now was all about the thrill.. Or was it just the voices in her head telling her she could do better? That she could be faster? Frank's, Julie's, Joey's, pushing her faster. And she follows. It didn't matter, as the Entity's voice trumps them, telling her that the blood she spills is what will bring her the freedom she yearns.

Sometimes, when the trials pause and the fog grows still, she re Julie’s laughter. The warmth of a friend’s hand pulling her forward. A time before all of this.. A simpler time. It's long gone now. The voices of the people she calls friends haunt her, even if they are not there.

And then.. A sudden mishap occurs within the fog.

The trial had started like any other.

The Fog clung to her like a second skin as Susie darted through the trees, blade in hand, heart pounding to the rhythm of the hunt and a mixtape provided by the Entity. Her teammates—ungodly her family—were close behind somewhere. Frank’s voice echoed through the thick mist. Joey’s laughter trailed behind it. But something felt… wrong.

The air shimmered near the edge of the map, behind a crumbling stone wall she had never seen before. She chased a survivor through it, expecting a dead end. But instead, the world broke. There was no transition. No sound. Just light. Blinding, unnatural, and cold.

When her vision returned, the Fog was gone. The noise, the shrieks, the trial—all vanished. She stood in a vast, open plain. Grass swaying amidst a breeze that felt unlike the heavy air within the Fog. Jagged mountains floated in the distance like broken teeth.

She turned. The trial’s edge was gone. The Entity’s grasp—absent. Susie stumbled forward, her blade limp in her hand. The mask still clung to her face, but she felt exposed, like something had peeled her open from the inside out. For the first time in what felt like centuries, she felt... alone. The voices of her friends still echo in her head, as though they were linked perhaps?

It did not matter now, did it? She was free...

...or was she?

☌Occupation☌

[✣] → Killer

☌Combat Experience☌

→ Hunter

☌Personality☌

→ Shy, timid, and yet creative and bloodthirsty. A bit of an overthinker.

☌Likes ☌

[✣] → Drawing

[✣] → Arts and Crafts

[✣] → Calligraphy

☌Dislikes ☌

[✣] → Being around a larger group for too long

[✣] → Flashlights and Flashbangs

[✣] → Yelling.

☌Prejudices☌

[✣] → "Fuck you Dwight."

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