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Violet Amelia Volt © 2016 by SwordFox (Blarg!)
Inkwell did the lineart and shading. I finished the job myself in Sai and Paint.net the hard way via mouse (I lack a tablet, so I use a mouse for now). I may do more such things in the future for coloring practice and to help me learn how to use Sai more effectively.
***
This timeline's version of Violet had the misfortune of living through the apocalypse and not having the good fortune to die from the radiation exposure. She was "introduced" via a Terminal log written by her in Chapter 2.
This also serves as the first non-feral Ghoul of the story and also the least "rotted".
"Necrotic Post-PokéMon. That's the scientific medical name for a Ghoul. You'll know them when you see them, as they resemble ambulatory corpses in various stages of decay. Their appearance is akin to something out of a pre-war horror movie, and this is where their common name originated." ~ Wasteland Survival Guide, by Violet Amelia Volt
Violet had led a fair life before the war. She had married, had two children, and worked at a convenience store just outside of Mt. Moon for a short while. In spite of the resource wars and estrangement from her parents, she was doing well for herself. But it would all come crashing down like a house of cards fairly quickly.
On October 25th 2049, Violet was returning home with her children and husband from a busy evening of Trick-Or-Treating. When the air raid sirens went off, she became confused. Why have an air attack drill at night? The voice that came over the city's public address system turned her confusion into panic when it announced the incoming bombs and the evacuation order.
In the ensuing chaos, Violet ferried her children into the nearby Metro train station and took them to Refuge 23 deeper in the Metro tunnels. She had applied to be part of Sylph-Tec's Societal Preservation Program, but only her Children were accepted and were assigned to Refuge 23. She had just managed to reach the Refuge's door when the first bombs hit, sending the tunnels into darkness with their EMP blast.
The Refuge's security relieved Violet of her children, who were understandably very distraught about being separated from their mother. She had no choice, the guards were holding a gun to her head and ordering her to leave or be shot. So she and forty other parents watched as the large Refuge door rolled closed and sealed, heartbroken and scared for their lives. And the entire time, they could hear the bombs detonating somewhere above their heads, making the ceiling rain dust upon their heads. They huddled together and cried, believing that the tunnel would collapse and crush them all.
But death never came. While the bombs fell for only a scant hour, they were few and far between. The bombs kept almost everyone wide awake that night, though it was not the only reason they couldn't sleep. When dawn finally came and the tunnel didn't collapse, Violet decided to risk a peek at the world above. What she saw was a burning city, a vision of hell.
The survivors examined their options moments later. They had no medical supplies or provisions, so they couldn't stay in the subway system let alone start a colony in there. The Refuge door couldn't be breached even if they wanted to; those doors were built to withstand a single direct hit from a Judgement class nuclear bomb. Their only recourse was to go to the surface and loot whatever surviving resources and medical supplies they could find.
Unfortunately, the world above was more than they could handle. Secondary explosions from vehicles, fuel depots, and gas pipes killed half of their number within the first day through ill-advised rescue attempts of other survivors. A pair of burning buildings collapsed and claimed another five the day after that. The radioactive fallout in the thunderstorms reduced their numbers by another five across the next three days. The ten remaining survivors made a unanimous vote to leave the city and try to find safe harbor elsewhere.
On the morning of the seventh day since the war ended, the remaining survivors struck off eastward. Violet had led them, knowing about the foodstuffs that could be gained from the convenience store she had once worked in. She was sick with radiation poisoning and her husband was sicker still. Yet she had to press on on the hope that they could find food and medicine. But the trip ran afoul of starving feral Pokémon. Four members of the group were killed in the attempt to chase off the attacking violently hungry wildlife. There was now only six of them left.
A few hours later the traumatized six survivors arrived at the Rapidash Pit Stop, Violet's former place of employment. To their own dismay, the doors had already been forced and the place ransacked. Another person or group of people had already been here and gone. There wasn't enough food to feed one of their group let alone all six. All that they could find was a crate of spare parts that was supposed to have gone to Refuge 2, but never arrived. It had been a long and traumatic day for everyone though, and they needed to rest. Many of them wondered what kind of hell they had been delivered into by the war.
Violet took the chance to hack into the Terminal in the back room of her former employer, writing a log to keep herself distracted. It helped focus her thoughts away from the horror going on around her and her own severe radiation sickness.
The next morning, Violet packed up what very little the party could get and set out with them for Refuge 25. The trip looked like it would take a couple of hours on foot. But one by one, the mountain's pitfalls and radiation sickness picked them off. Violet's husband was the first to die, the radiation coming down off Mt. Moon had killed him in his sleep. The other four were crushed by a rock slide. And Violet, already weak from severe radiation sickness, collapsed into unconsciousness next to the body of her dead husband for what she thought would be the last time...
But it was not, as she had expected, the end of her life. When she awoke, Violet was no longer feeling as violently ill as she had before. She was still weak and sick, but surprisingly her frailness was starting to fade. Though she spent the remainder of the day grieving for her husband and didn't notice, her body had begun to adapt to the radiation. She had entered the first stage of Ghoulification.
It would be several days before Violet's progressing Ghoulification would make itself noticeable to her. The sickness had faded and was replaced with a fuzzy warmth that she felt most heavily near Mt. Moon and its glowing bomb craters. Her fur was starting to fall out in places and her skin was peeling. Yet she felt no pain from it. She started to panic when an itchy area of skin on her left foot the size of her palm came completely off upon being scratched.
Irrationality took hold, leaving Violet's mind a gibbering mess of shock, grief, and fear. She became extremely aware of the flow of time as her mind catalogued every chunk of skin or clump of fur that came off of her body. She was even adding footnotes for which day and week of the month that pieces of her flesh would fall off. On one day, she lost her sense of smell. To make things worse, the dust levels were rising and her nose was getting itchy. She sneezed. When she went to blow and wipe her nose, her entire nose came off her face, cartilage and all, and fell from her handkerchief and onto the ground between her feet. This was the straw that snapped in her mind. She fell into a bout of irrational giggles, marking the onset of temporary insanity.
It was a few days before Violet's mind had regained its lucidity. Her Ghoulification had changed her internal physiology. She no longer needed to eat on a daily basis and could go for weeks without food, though she still needed water every few days and sleep remained a daily requirement. She had developed a cataract in her left eye, though for some reason it wasn't impairing her vision whatsoever. These and every other thing she noticed about herself was hastily scribbled down in a journal she took from one of the dead members of her group.
It was with this journal that she got an idea. On top of writing down a record of her life, why not write a survival guide full of what she learns about the Wasteland as she travels? While her newly acquired journal would allow her an outlet for her grief and help her keep her sanity, the other book would be useful to other survivors she comes across. A veritable trove of wisdom gained from first-hand experience.
Over the next two centuries, Violet's "Wasteland Survival Guide" expanded by leaps and bounds with the accrued knowledge she gained in her unnaturally extended life. While she ended up keeping multiple journals of her personal life, the survival guide remained condensed into one large book. Her only real obstacle to publishing it was the discrimination she received from many settlements, the residents of which referring to her in derogatory terms such as "Zombie", "Walking Corpse" and others. Still, she eventually did manage find a working printing press to make copies of her survival guide.
Violet also took over the warehouse next door and turned it into a flea market she has named "Kitchen Sinky". Given where she managed to place her market, she has managed to grab quite a few store owners as tenants and puts up with the discrimination and slurs from the town she is operating out of. As much as they hate to admit it, her flea market is rather profitable and the caps the town makes from the sales taxes is noting they can say no to.
But even though she has a new home and a flea market, Violet can't stay rooted for very long. Its a big wasteland and her survival guide is still evolving with new information and experiences she collects in her travels. She just makes sure to return to her home on a regular basis to maintain her status as a resident and business owner (and to do file the taxes and rent costs that go with it).
And yet... In all her two hundred and thirty years of life, there are still some things she doesn't know. Somewhere in the Wasteland, her ten-times great niece has left Refuge 25 and their paths just might cross in the near future.
inkwell-ponyViolet Amelia Volt © 2016 by SwordFox (Blarg!)
Inkwell did the lineart and shading. I finished the job myself in Sai and Paint.net the hard way via mouse (I lack a tablet, so I use a mouse for now). I may do more such things in the future for coloring practice and to help me learn how to use Sai more effectively.
***
This timeline's version of Violet had the misfortune of living through the apocalypse and not having the good fortune to die from the radiation exposure. She was "introduced" via a Terminal log written by her in Chapter 2.
This also serves as the first non-feral Ghoul of the story and also the least "rotted".
"Necrotic Post-PokéMon. That's the scientific medical name for a Ghoul. You'll know them when you see them, as they resemble ambulatory corpses in various stages of decay. Their appearance is akin to something out of a pre-war horror movie, and this is where their common name originated." ~ Wasteland Survival Guide, by Violet Amelia Volt
Violet had led a fair life before the war. She had married, had two children, and worked at a convenience store just outside of Mt. Moon for a short while. In spite of the resource wars and estrangement from her parents, she was doing well for herself. But it would all come crashing down like a house of cards fairly quickly.
On October 25th 2049, Violet was returning home with her children and husband from a busy evening of Trick-Or-Treating. When the air raid sirens went off, she became confused. Why have an air attack drill at night? The voice that came over the city's public address system turned her confusion into panic when it announced the incoming bombs and the evacuation order.
In the ensuing chaos, Violet ferried her children into the nearby Metro train station and took them to Refuge 23 deeper in the Metro tunnels. She had applied to be part of Sylph-Tec's Societal Preservation Program, but only her Children were accepted and were assigned to Refuge 23. She had just managed to reach the Refuge's door when the first bombs hit, sending the tunnels into darkness with their EMP blast.
The Refuge's security relieved Violet of her children, who were understandably very distraught about being separated from their mother. She had no choice, the guards were holding a gun to her head and ordering her to leave or be shot. So she and forty other parents watched as the large Refuge door rolled closed and sealed, heartbroken and scared for their lives. And the entire time, they could hear the bombs detonating somewhere above their heads, making the ceiling rain dust upon their heads. They huddled together and cried, believing that the tunnel would collapse and crush them all.
But death never came. While the bombs fell for only a scant hour, they were few and far between. The bombs kept almost everyone wide awake that night, though it was not the only reason they couldn't sleep. When dawn finally came and the tunnel didn't collapse, Violet decided to risk a peek at the world above. What she saw was a burning city, a vision of hell.
The survivors examined their options moments later. They had no medical supplies or provisions, so they couldn't stay in the subway system let alone start a colony in there. The Refuge door couldn't be breached even if they wanted to; those doors were built to withstand a single direct hit from a Judgement class nuclear bomb. Their only recourse was to go to the surface and loot whatever surviving resources and medical supplies they could find.
Unfortunately, the world above was more than they could handle. Secondary explosions from vehicles, fuel depots, and gas pipes killed half of their number within the first day through ill-advised rescue attempts of other survivors. A pair of burning buildings collapsed and claimed another five the day after that. The radioactive fallout in the thunderstorms reduced their numbers by another five across the next three days. The ten remaining survivors made a unanimous vote to leave the city and try to find safe harbor elsewhere.
On the morning of the seventh day since the war ended, the remaining survivors struck off eastward. Violet had led them, knowing about the foodstuffs that could be gained from the convenience store she had once worked in. She was sick with radiation poisoning and her husband was sicker still. Yet she had to press on on the hope that they could find food and medicine. But the trip ran afoul of starving feral Pokémon. Four members of the group were killed in the attempt to chase off the attacking violently hungry wildlife. There was now only six of them left.
A few hours later the traumatized six survivors arrived at the Rapidash Pit Stop, Violet's former place of employment. To their own dismay, the doors had already been forced and the place ransacked. Another person or group of people had already been here and gone. There wasn't enough food to feed one of their group let alone all six. All that they could find was a crate of spare parts that was supposed to have gone to Refuge 2, but never arrived. It had been a long and traumatic day for everyone though, and they needed to rest. Many of them wondered what kind of hell they had been delivered into by the war.
Violet took the chance to hack into the Terminal in the back room of her former employer, writing a log to keep herself distracted. It helped focus her thoughts away from the horror going on around her and her own severe radiation sickness.
The next morning, Violet packed up what very little the party could get and set out with them for Refuge 25. The trip looked like it would take a couple of hours on foot. But one by one, the mountain's pitfalls and radiation sickness picked them off. Violet's husband was the first to die, the radiation coming down off Mt. Moon had killed him in his sleep. The other four were crushed by a rock slide. And Violet, already weak from severe radiation sickness, collapsed into unconsciousness next to the body of her dead husband for what she thought would be the last time...
But it was not, as she had expected, the end of her life. When she awoke, Violet was no longer feeling as violently ill as she had before. She was still weak and sick, but surprisingly her frailness was starting to fade. Though she spent the remainder of the day grieving for her husband and didn't notice, her body had begun to adapt to the radiation. She had entered the first stage of Ghoulification.
It would be several days before Violet's progressing Ghoulification would make itself noticeable to her. The sickness had faded and was replaced with a fuzzy warmth that she felt most heavily near Mt. Moon and its glowing bomb craters. Her fur was starting to fall out in places and her skin was peeling. Yet she felt no pain from it. She started to panic when an itchy area of skin on her left foot the size of her palm came completely off upon being scratched.
Irrationality took hold, leaving Violet's mind a gibbering mess of shock, grief, and fear. She became extremely aware of the flow of time as her mind catalogued every chunk of skin or clump of fur that came off of her body. She was even adding footnotes for which day and week of the month that pieces of her flesh would fall off. On one day, she lost her sense of smell. To make things worse, the dust levels were rising and her nose was getting itchy. She sneezed. When she went to blow and wipe her nose, her entire nose came off her face, cartilage and all, and fell from her handkerchief and onto the ground between her feet. This was the straw that snapped in her mind. She fell into a bout of irrational giggles, marking the onset of temporary insanity.
It was a few days before Violet's mind had regained its lucidity. Her Ghoulification had changed her internal physiology. She no longer needed to eat on a daily basis and could go for weeks without food, though she still needed water every few days and sleep remained a daily requirement. She had developed a cataract in her left eye, though for some reason it wasn't impairing her vision whatsoever. These and every other thing she noticed about herself was hastily scribbled down in a journal she took from one of the dead members of her group.
It was with this journal that she got an idea. On top of writing down a record of her life, why not write a survival guide full of what she learns about the Wasteland as she travels? While her newly acquired journal would allow her an outlet for her grief and help her keep her sanity, the other book would be useful to other survivors she comes across. A veritable trove of wisdom gained from first-hand experience.
Over the next two centuries, Violet's "Wasteland Survival Guide" expanded by leaps and bounds with the accrued knowledge she gained in her unnaturally extended life. While she ended up keeping multiple journals of her personal life, the survival guide remained condensed into one large book. Her only real obstacle to publishing it was the discrimination she received from many settlements, the residents of which referring to her in derogatory terms such as "Zombie", "Walking Corpse" and others. Still, she eventually did manage find a working printing press to make copies of her survival guide.
Violet also took over the warehouse next door and turned it into a flea market she has named "Kitchen Sinky". Given where she managed to place her market, she has managed to grab quite a few store owners as tenants and puts up with the discrimination and slurs from the town she is operating out of. As much as they hate to admit it, her flea market is rather profitable and the caps the town makes from the sales taxes is noting they can say no to.
But even though she has a new home and a flea market, Violet can't stay rooted for very long. Its a big wasteland and her survival guide is still evolving with new information and experiences she collects in her travels. She just makes sure to return to her home on a regular basis to maintain her status as a resident and business owner (and to do file the taxes and rent costs that go with it).
And yet... In all her two hundred and thirty years of life, there are still some things she doesn't know. Somewhere in the Wasteland, her ten-times great niece has left Refuge 25 and their paths just might cross in the near future.
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