character information

Name Ptolemais Cline Age Thirty Born 6 May
Sexuality Bisexual Occupation Tradie Keywords Survivalist, uneasy, practical, focused, obsessive Kinklist

About.

At twelve Ptolemais barely survived a violent two-man home invasion while spending the night at a friend’s. Her friend’s parents were killed and a media frenzy swallowed their surviving daughter, leaving Ptolemais to fall through the cracks forgotten, even assumed dead upon the discovery of the crime due to her injuries but revived later in hospital. The perpetrators were caught and sentenced; Ptolemais’ friend got a lucrative book deal five years later and a Netflix docudrama tie-in. They are no longer in touch.

Ptolemais moves out of the house at 18, up the length of the country, to the capital. Finds a trade and applies for an apprenticeship in construction. The work is easy and mindless, and it turns out she likes feeling strong and in control, and she is mostly in control. Therapy feels like routine rather than something that is helping; she can’t exist calmly in any room if she doesn’t know where the exits are but there’s no time or space to be traumatised when bills need to be paid, a life needs to be lived.

And somebody needs to sink a lot of time into lurking in the worst corners of the dark web, watching and waiting, picking through shock content image boards and seedy forums, reporting anything even half-way suspicious. Moonlighting as a cyber-vigilante is great and terrible for morale and either way it’s getting to be not enough. She’s close to taking matters into her own hands. How hard could it be to doxx murderous assholes online and show up at their house in the middle of the night with nobody none the wiser? Time to figure that out.

First impressions.

Visual. 1.7m (5’7”), dark hair dyed black, dark eyes, dark circles underneath them. Pale and sturdy. Keeps a journal as advised to by therapist so yeah, she’s got a pen you can borrow. Slightly muscular from the physical work that her job entails (construction) plus the home gym (one of her housemates keeps weights in the garage and she uses them when he’s out). Surprisingly good posture. Old scar tissue on her neck, arms and face.

Aural. New Zealand accent. Lower register, bit monotone. Like Liz Stokes

Style. Comfort/cover over everything else and hides skin with longer sleeves/hoodies/jeans/socks and shoes. Carries a sturdy backpack. Will never dress/accessorise to stand out. Wears an earthy/floral scent most days. Doesn’t hide her scars. Has some tattoos but they’re usually hidden by clothing.

Demeanor. Quiet because she’s listening. Knows all her exits; loves an Irish goodbye. For all of her toughness, her muscle and no nonsense attitude/practicality, if push came to shove she’d do just that — shove you down and run. She isn’t cruel but isn’t kind enough either. Dishonest but well-meaning. Prepared for anything. Doesn’t like being touched by people she doesn’t know (or people she does know, really).

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