Don't underestimate me. I'm more of a man than you'll ever be.
Look here's the thing, I'm not too much of a fan of filling out these weird bio sheets the Agency makes us do. Makes me feel like I'm signing up for a dating service or somethin' creepy like that. But I have to do it, so I guess you get to hear all about me. Now don't go thinkin that reading this means you know me or anything, I'm a lot more than a little blurb on an agent report could ever tell you, I can promise you that. But anyways, let's get down to it so I can be done and go get some pizza. Cause I'm starving.
Anyways, first thing I guess you should know- people seem to think I'm not serious. You can file that under things that AREN'T true about Bili. I"m more serious than half the agents here that're twice my age. I might be a bit younger, but all that means is I gotta work harder cause I've got somethin' to prove. Am I snarky? Of course. Rebellious? Hell yeah. Powerful? You bet your ass I am or else I wouldn't be so far into the agency as I am. But if you're worried about how I'm so tough, that'll come up when I tell you my dreary little past. But 'nuff of that. Personality. I like to fight. I like fighting a lot. That's why I'm in the Agency, I'm gonna fight these bastards that came to our planet til the day I die. Or they do, I'm not picky.
Did I ever see the Utopia? No, but I'm hell bent on making it happen again. Sure I'm headstrong and sometimes brash, but the thing is- someone's gotta be or else everyone would chicken out and no one would buck up an' fight. The girl that rushes in when everyone else is too busy countin enemies to defend themselves? That would be me loves, and I'm never gonna change. That's why they have me, you now, to make sure everyone else grows a pair when we need it.
Things I don't like: Those damn ghouls/ghosts/spirits that are killing everything and everyone. They need to be gone, like yesterday. I also don't like whiny bitches who are given the chance to save the world but would rather complain than be honored that they were chosen. I also don't like seafood. Smells terrible and tastes just as bad. And I don't know what other random shit I don't like. (Why does Dahlia need to know all this? I swear this is some creepy dating service...)
Oh! And the form asks for my favorite color. It's red. But sometimes bright pink. Really it depends on my mood. Seriously, what was the point of this? Some way to make it so our teams work out?
Well. Here's the part that'll make some of you cry. Used to make me cry, but now I'm so full of vengeance tears aren't really a common sight on me. I had awesome parents, not gonna lie. They were basically the coolest parents ever. We lived in one of those communities that was separate from the big safe zone, but still safe. Or so we thought. It was located in what was formerly Mississippi, which is where the nickname Biloxi comes from. Well I guess those ghosts decided they were tired of us breathing the air they don't need. And so they attacked us one night when I was 13. Somehow they managed to miss me, but they killed my parents. A small group of us kids managed to make it, us and a few teenagers. Being the crazy kids we were with nothin to lose, we left our once safe home and trekked towards some unknown spot with a little more safety. Eventually, a scouting group from the agency saw us somewhere in the woods between Mississippi and the safe zone and picked us up. Most of the kids were adopted by families in the safe zone or given jobs in the safe zone and city. Cept me. I demanded that the agency take me and train me to kill those bastards. Unfortunately they didn't take me seriously and I was adopted by a detective who finished raising me and put me into training to be a police officer. I've spent the past couple of years as an officer solving human crimes. The agency tapped me for this next mission and I whole heartedly accepted. I'm ready to exact my revenge.
Currently I'm just getting stronger and doing various missions for the agency to get ready for the mechs. And that's what I'm gonna do, train my ass off until we leave and then get my mech as fast as I can so I can kill those ghosts and do tenfold to them what they did to me.
As far as where I want to be in the future, I don't much care. Frankly I don't know how long I'm gonna live- I'm a good soldier, but good soldiers seem to die earlier. I fully accept the fact that I may die in pursuit of my revenge but I don't care. I'm doing whats right and thats what matters to me. I'm not a coward, and I won't ever become one. If I don't die, I guess I look forward to a ghoul free world and finding some sort of fulfillment within that. Can't hope for too much though, not in these times.
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