Post by Winters on Apr 29, 2014 0:36:35 GMT -5
Lee Babel
CIA Operative
Sleeper Agent/Forign Intelligence
Personality
Lee keeps to himself, and during the years active both on duty and during the outbreak, has remain to himself. With little social experience, he did what he knew what going to get him through to what he wanted. Which, since the fall of his career in the marine core, has been something of a mystery even to himself. His true intentions are never really clear, and the only time he shares himself with anybody is when those people are going to die either by his hand or foreseeable events. The only time he gets close to people is if he feels they deserve a push in the right direction toward survival.
History
Ton of military background and combat experience. Was discharged for kill ratios, suspicion for treason, and PTSD. He was MIA for several months, and turned by the Iraq government to return back to the United States and persue a career in the CIA. When all of this came into play, he was well known on both sides of the playing field, though aside from the government, a ghost. With multiple identities and meaningless relationships, he got involved with shipment of a viral terrorist weapon. The coverup of Raccoon City, and over fifteen other cities around the world, showed the world had been going dark.
By the time the outbreak took the world, Lee had already been involved so deeply with both sides that he could finally forget which country he stayed true towards, and be his own free man. Using his tools of the trade, he survived through the outbreak as a wanderer, keeping somewhat a balance between communities throughout the United States and eventually back in Iraq. But that came to a close when technology and even fewer limited resources forced him to stay low, and revert back to his own terms once again. Employment rates never came through, but he was always a survivor.
Introduction
"I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody. Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight - brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.", he began. Lee didnt give him a moment to interject before continuing on with his pearls of wisdom, his rant for the day. His vent.
"If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward then, brother, that person is a piece of s***. And I’d like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. You gotta get together and tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day? What’s that say about your reality? People... I have seen the finale of thousands of lives, man. Young, old, each one so sure of their realness. You know that their sensory experience constituted a unique individual with purpose and meaning. So certain that they were more than biological puppet. The truth wills out, and everybody sees. Once the strings are cut, all fall down." At this point, it seemed like Lee had been some sort of preacher, bringing religon into the mix. But it wasnt that, not in the least. His opinion wasnt any bigger than anyone elses, but the others wanted to hear it. This was the most the man had ever spoke since they knew him.
"You see we all got what I call a life trap, a gene deep certainty that things will be different... that you'll move to another city and meet the people that'll be the friends for the rest of your life... that you'll fall in love and be fulfilled... f**king fulfillment... and closure whatever the f**k those two f**kin' empty jars to hold this s*** storm. Nothing's ever fulfilled, not until the very end. and closure. Nothing is ever over." Lee continues, without any sign of stopping. But the ones who werent listening were paying close attention by this point, not even wanting to lose eye contact, or their own thoughts.
"This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility. all right there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. 14 straight hours of staring at DB's, these are the things ya think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read 'em. You know what you see? They welcomed it... not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go. Yeah They saw, in that last nanosecond, they saw... what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it."
Just from listening to the man speak, it seemed everybody in the room knew exactly who he was, and what he was all about. Nobody knew his history, but they knew his soul. If they even thought there was a soul left inside of him. Lee wasnt some cold killer, he was just a man, doing what everyone should be doing. The problem was, the apocalypse was over. Things might not be going back to the way they were before, but maybe they didnt have to. Maybe it was better they all started over. Lee knew what he was talking about, and the small group of survivors believed that Lee and his partner would get them out of this situation, one way or another.
CIA Operative
Sleeper Agent/Forign Intelligence
Personality
Lee keeps to himself, and during the years active both on duty and during the outbreak, has remain to himself. With little social experience, he did what he knew what going to get him through to what he wanted. Which, since the fall of his career in the marine core, has been something of a mystery even to himself. His true intentions are never really clear, and the only time he shares himself with anybody is when those people are going to die either by his hand or foreseeable events. The only time he gets close to people is if he feels they deserve a push in the right direction toward survival.
History
Ton of military background and combat experience. Was discharged for kill ratios, suspicion for treason, and PTSD. He was MIA for several months, and turned by the Iraq government to return back to the United States and persue a career in the CIA. When all of this came into play, he was well known on both sides of the playing field, though aside from the government, a ghost. With multiple identities and meaningless relationships, he got involved with shipment of a viral terrorist weapon. The coverup of Raccoon City, and over fifteen other cities around the world, showed the world had been going dark.
By the time the outbreak took the world, Lee had already been involved so deeply with both sides that he could finally forget which country he stayed true towards, and be his own free man. Using his tools of the trade, he survived through the outbreak as a wanderer, keeping somewhat a balance between communities throughout the United States and eventually back in Iraq. But that came to a close when technology and even fewer limited resources forced him to stay low, and revert back to his own terms once again. Employment rates never came through, but he was always a survivor.
Introduction
"I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody. Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight - brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.", he began. Lee didnt give him a moment to interject before continuing on with his pearls of wisdom, his rant for the day. His vent.
"If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward then, brother, that person is a piece of s***. And I’d like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. You gotta get together and tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day? What’s that say about your reality? People... I have seen the finale of thousands of lives, man. Young, old, each one so sure of their realness. You know that their sensory experience constituted a unique individual with purpose and meaning. So certain that they were more than biological puppet. The truth wills out, and everybody sees. Once the strings are cut, all fall down." At this point, it seemed like Lee had been some sort of preacher, bringing religon into the mix. But it wasnt that, not in the least. His opinion wasnt any bigger than anyone elses, but the others wanted to hear it. This was the most the man had ever spoke since they knew him.
"You see we all got what I call a life trap, a gene deep certainty that things will be different... that you'll move to another city and meet the people that'll be the friends for the rest of your life... that you'll fall in love and be fulfilled... f**king fulfillment... and closure whatever the f**k those two f**kin' empty jars to hold this s*** storm. Nothing's ever fulfilled, not until the very end. and closure. Nothing is ever over." Lee continues, without any sign of stopping. But the ones who werent listening were paying close attention by this point, not even wanting to lose eye contact, or their own thoughts.
"This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility. all right there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. 14 straight hours of staring at DB's, these are the things ya think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read 'em. You know what you see? They welcomed it... not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go. Yeah They saw, in that last nanosecond, they saw... what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it."
Just from listening to the man speak, it seemed everybody in the room knew exactly who he was, and what he was all about. Nobody knew his history, but they knew his soul. If they even thought there was a soul left inside of him. Lee wasnt some cold killer, he was just a man, doing what everyone should be doing. The problem was, the apocalypse was over. Things might not be going back to the way they were before, but maybe they didnt have to. Maybe it was better they all started over. Lee knew what he was talking about, and the small group of survivors believed that Lee and his partner would get them out of this situation, one way or another.