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[attr="class","rcapphov"] [attr="class","rcapphov2"] [PTabbedContent] [PTab= [attr="class","rcapptab"]CANON ][attr="class","rcappleft2"] [attr="class","rcappleft3"] [attr="class","rcappleft4"] [attr="class","rcapplefttitle"]POINT OF DEPARTURE [attr="class","rcappleft5"] Aggie Pollock was taken from her home in Sanctum City in the year 2016. She was twenty-three years old, working as a rebellion hitwoman and a freelance designer. [attr="class","rcappleft2"] [attr="class","rcappleft3"] [attr="class","rcappleft4"] [attr="class","rcapplefttitle"]CHARACTER ABILITIES [attr="class","rcappleft51"] FASHION DESIGNAggie was twelve years old, no more than a child, when her innocence was taken from her in the heavy fists of her deranged uncle. Throughout her years of abuse, she subjected herself to a distinct period of 'dressing-down', in which she would downplay her appearance in order to make herself less appealing, a harder target. It was when the abuse abruptly stopped, though, that Aggie began to bloom, and like a flower in the springtime, she erupted with life and color and rebirth. It became a passion of hers to embrace and discover things that were beautiful to the eye; because in spite of her own awareness for her preternatural beauty she had never flaunted it, had never made any move to express herself in such a flamboyant way as her own clothing. Fashion and fashion design became her lifeline, the threads she held onto when there was nothing left to hold. Nowadays, thanks to her immense artistic ability, she works as a freelance designer, making clothing and consulting larger clothing companies despite her young age. [/PTab={background-color:transparent;width:478px;height:612px;padding:0px!important;margin:-23px -3px -3px -3px;}] [PTab= [attr="class","rcapptab2"]BIO ][attr="class","rcappleft6"] [attr="class","rcappleft61"] Aggie Pollock's story begins not with her own but with the story of her father.[break][break] Lucas 'Luke' Pollock was born in a backwater, dirt-road little town that consisted of a singular housing development and a white-picket church. Bentwood Baptist was the staple spot in the town, where men and women would come from their farms and their ranches and their doublewide trailers in their best Sunday clothes to hear the words of his very own father, Kevin Pollock. Luke was born and bred in the church, and it became evident at a young age that Luke would become a preacher, a fire-and-brimstone crier with a rage in his stomach so white-hot and pure it could melt steel. Which is why, when at the age of eighteen, Luke was married to a young Anneliese Keller. [break][break] BUT THEY DIDN'T MARRY FOR LOVE.Anneliese discovered she was pregnant a few weeks after her own eighteenth birthday. When she confronted Luke, he broke down, panicked; a fiery rage in his eye so fearsome he could have been described as the devil Himself. They had sinned, the both of them. They'd slept together out of wedlock, and to abort a baby was unspeakable; the murder of an innocent life due to their own naïvety. Luke and Anneliese married in the chapel of Bentwood Baptist, and eight months later, Kather Pollock was born — a healthy baby boy with a full head of yellow-blond hair. [break][break] BUT THAT WASN'T THE END OF IT.[break][break]Eventually, Luke and Anneliese settled down with their newborn son and over the next few years, Luke took the position as head pastor of Bentwood Baptist. His older brother, Austin, spearheaded the movement to bring the community closer and several months later he had expanded the church, adding a few thousand dollars worth of renovations. Men and women flocked from miles around to see Bentwood Baptist, to hear the renowned Luke Pollock scream great balls of fire and the dusty old organ played by none other than Anneliese Pollock herself.[break][break] AND IT WASN'T ENOUGH.It was a cold night in late November when Anneliese once more announced that she was pregnant, and once more Luke grew inexplicably angry. He hadn't asked for any children to begin with, and yet -- God had given him two. He prayed fervently and quietly before coming to the conclusion that he'd come to two years prior, when Kather had been born; God's plan was good and righteous. [break][break] Nine months passed, and Anneliese and Luke welcomed their second son, Wren Pollock. Kather, who had only recently turned three, was drawn to his little brother like a moth to flame, and for a long while, life was good. Bentwood Baptist was prosperous and the people of Bentwood were fearful of God and His mighty hand. Luke preached and shouted until his voice was hoarse; Anneliese played her organ until her fingers bled and sung gospel in her throaty, soulful voice. Life was moving on. Austin Pollock had three kids of his own. [break][break] BUT THE LORD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS.It had been three years since Wren was born, and nearly six since Kather. Anneliese was distraught to find that she had been late to her time of the month once more, and paying a visit to the corner drugstore, she purchased a pack of pregnancy tests and used them all. [break][break] THEY ALL TESTED POSITIVE.After tucking Wren and Kather into their beds, Anneliese crept downstairs and quietly broke the news to Luke. When the boys woke up the next morning, Anneliese was sitting at the table, nursing a black eye and a swollen jaw. "I fell," she told them. "I'll be all right."[break][break] IT'S A GIRL.And then, for the final time, Anneliese and Luke drove to the hospital. Six days later, they drove home, and this time, they tucked a little girl with fierce brown eyes and tiny blonde curls into her carrier. Little Agnes was the treasure of Bentwood Baptist, and for the first time since Anneliese and Luke had been married, it seemed as if Luke had taken a liking to one of his children. Agnes grew up fast, and it was easy to see that she had her father's passion and the same fire coursing through her blood. [break][break] "SHE'LL MAKE A GREAT PREACHER," LUKE SAID.Growing up with two brothers in a strict Christian home was hard enough on Agnes' wild spirit, but it wasn't until she was twelve years old that her innocence was ripped away from her at the hands of her own family. [break][break] "AGGIE, WILL YOU COME WITH ME FOR A MOMENT?"Those were the words of her uncle Austin just before he took her into a supply closet and told her to take off her best Sunday dress. Aggie doesn't remember much of that first time, just like she doesn't remember much of the hundreds of times it happened afterwards. [break][break] SIX YEARS.For six years, until Aggie was eighteen years old, her uncle Austin arranged these weekend meetings in the Bentwood Baptist storage closet. Aggie will never forget those coat-hanger abortions, or the sizzle of her skin if someone tried to touch her, or the tightness with which she cinched her belt each and every day, as if she were trying to suffocate herself. The moment she turned eighteen, she fled Bentwood, following in her brother Kather's footsteps. He traveled to Houston, Texas, and settled down with his wife and a newborn baby of his own. Aggie stayed with him until she set up shop at A&M university, but her new life was short-lived. [break][break] BECAUSE NOTHING GOOD EVER LASTS FOR LONG.In the six months that Aggie had been away from Bentwood, Alabama, she had spoken to her mother twice and her father once. After the first abortion, he'd written her off as a whore and had shut his doors to her. She couldn't walk past him without a glare, without feeling that tingle of rage searing the back of her neck. Her mother had been somewhat sympathetic, having known the feeling of an unwanted child, but she'd wanted Aggie to keep it. To suffer the consequences of 'sleeping around'. But how could Aggie ever expose her uncle? How could she ever tear her own family apart?[break][break] AND THEN THE DEMONS CAME.She had lived with her brother for less than a year when Hell came to earth. A rift cracked the world in half and out of the rift spilled demons of every shape, size, and species, and they wrought total and utter destruction upon anyone and everyone who lived. Aggie survived with no small amount of effort, along with her brother Kather and her brother Wren. Bentwood was torn to pieces and Luke and Anneliese Pollock died in their own home, torn limb from limb as they held each other tight, uttering their final prayers. By no small miracle, Aggie managed to find a sanctuary city, one that had been forged from what had once been Asheville, North Carolina, and despite being separated from her brothers for the first time, she managed to scrape by on rations and inside work for a rebellion group within the city walls. [break][break] BUT THE CITY WASN'T ENOUGH.She lived in this city for another five years, restless and bored and utterly alone. It was in her final year in the city when she finally got herself thrown in jail for public intoxication; and from there, life began to go up.[break][break] SHE MET HIM BY ACCIDENT.Aggie had been in jail for one day when she'd heard the footsteps of the man who would later become her closest friend. His boots were heavy and light all at the same time, the whisper of his coat against his jeans filling the empty hallway that housed her cell. He'd appeared at her cell door like a deranged guardian angel, all curly-haired and brown-eyed with his sunglasses shoved back like some kind of headband. He'd hooked his fingers into the cell door and asked her if she was the leader of the rebellion, and then he'd told her that he was there to break her out.[break][break] BUT SHE WASN'T A LEADER.His first mistake had been mistaking Aggie for the inmate directly adjacent to her, who also had blonde hair and brown eyes. But she had nothing better to do, and a distinct longing to get out of jail, so she shrugged and played the part; the commanding officer of the rebellion, the superior to her savior. She had even gotten him to buy her a soda on the way out of the jail, and they'd gotten halfway around the block before she bothered to tell him that she wasn't quite the leader he thought she was. [break][break] AND REST IS HISTORY.Later, she learned that this man's name was Nikki, he was a hitman for the rebellion, and he had a bit of a temper. She latched onto him almost immediately, drawn to his irritable personality and the grit of his voice and the way with which he carried himself. She dug at him until he caved, and soon they began to work as partners, and shortly afterwards they moved in with one another (to save money, they told themselves. Not because we're friends or anything.) Nikki taught her to fire a gun and how to open up to other people like she'd never been able to. When she was ripped away to Tomodachi island, she was distraught. She'd lost Nikki, one of the only sources of happiness she'd ever known. It's only a matter of time, she tells herself, until she finds him again. She just hasn't looked hard enough. 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