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So You Cheated Death



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Zenaida says...



So You Cheated Death


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So you cheated death, apparently.

It's time to make a name for yourself now. A big city. The promise of eternal life. A guaranteed way to undo every mistake you've ever made. There has to be a catch, right? Of course there is. This is why we read contracts before we sign them.

You wake up. Everyone's memory of you is gone.

Getting mixed up with potions and power won't keep you alive forever. After all of this happening, it might end up doing the complete opposite.



Cast:
1. Zenaida [character tbd]
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Aida
(she/they/he)





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-Corp. Cleo Carson

"Ahhh!!" Carson yelled. She reached up and grabbed her forehead, expecting to feel a bullet hole. But... there was nothing. Her forehead was still intact. She tried hard to remember what happened, how she got here, but found she couldn't. She couldn't even remember her name. Looking down at her outfit, she saw she was in a tattered sheriff's uniform with numerous bullet holes peppering it. Reading the nameplate on the uniform, she found that her name was Cleo Carson.

Spoiler! :

Name: Cleo Carson

Age: 28

Personality: Calm, cool, collected. Shy around strangers.

Appearance: Tall | One eye green, other eye purple | Black hair | Has a pair of tan wings with darker speckles.

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her

Weapon(s)/Tool(s): Glock 19(9 mm hollow-point), 3A ballistic vest, Baton, Flashlight, Radio, First-Aid kit

Other: Her wings can slide into slits on her back, folding neatly against her spine. It's how she hides them. Corporal for the [REDACTED] County Sheriff's Office.

Originally From: Maximum Ride (Non-Canon, fanfic universe)

Currently AWOL
Corporal Cleo Carson

Bucklin County Sheriff's Office

Cleo Carson and Bucklin County are purely fictional








This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
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