Post by Rhea on Dec 1, 2013 9:39:28 GMT
Rhea
Name/Designation: Rachel Ann Berrisford
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Ordinary
Faction: Civilian
Occupation: Heiress / Bartender at Crash
Face Claim: Meghan Ory
Other: Rachel Berrisford was born on January 15, 2002... and she died, eighteen years later, after spending two years in a coma, on October 21, 2020. But it's a funny thing, how the dead just don't seem to stay dead any more. No, this isn't a tale about zombies. It's actually a story about clones. You see, Rachel's rich daddy just couldn't deal with her death, and watching her die for so long... well, it makes a man desperate. Desperation and an ungodly amount of money tend to lead to less than moral things. He shut down his company all right, but unbeknownst to the FBI or the general public, he used his money and his contacts to find the best of the best in the field of cloning, and he employed them with one goal: to save his beloved daughter, the only family he had left. To do this, they decided the brain she had was damaged behind repair, so they'd just grow a new one. But during the two years that they were doing this, Rachel's condition continued to deteriorate. By the time the clone was ready, Rachel's body was about ready to give up. So they made a new plan: transfer Rachel's memories, mind, and personality into the clone body. Cutting edge technology did what it could... but even if the technology were perfect (which it wasn't), Rachel's brain had been atrophying for two years already. Her memories were damaged and incomplete, and she died during the process, leaving the clone to wake up with confused, scattered memories that didn't quite seem to fit, with huge holes in what she could remember. Rachel's father decided that a new start was in order, so after burying his daughter next to her mother at the family estate, he took the 'new' Rachel to San Francisco, convincing her that her scattered memories and sense of dysphoria with her own mind was the result of the accident she'd been in, and the coma.
The thing is, she never quite felt right with that explanation, and while she's spent the last five years trying to fit into the life that doesn't feel right, she's gotten tired of it. She knows that her father is lying to her about something, and she has a feeling the answer is in the home they inexplicably left behind, that it has something to do with the accident he won't really talk about. She wants to connect with her old life, she wants to figure out who she is, so she hopped a bus out of San Francisco and has made her way north, all the way back to Seattle, to find the answers she needs. While she's looking for answers, she's adopted the alias "Rhea," and has taken a job at a bar to keep her cover.