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Character: Zoe Castillo
Series: Dreamfall: The Longest Journey
Age: 20
Canon: Living in a world built upon technological advancement, Zoe Castillo shrugs off the Static that's disrupting technology until her longtime reporter friend goes missing, leaving her a mysterious message to continue chasing the story he was after. Now she's digging deeper into conspiracies that have been in the making for centuries and traveling between parallel worlds, her own -- Stark aka a future Earth, and its twin, a world of magic known as Arcadia. And perhaps the only way to save both worlds is to listen to the little girl haunting her from the static within video screens, telling her to find a woman named April Ryan. And save her. Save everyone.
Zoe is more normal than not. She's intelligent and wry, but doesn't exceptionally stand out. An only child, raised by her father, she fits more 'in' the crowd than above it. But now, recently taking a leave from university and her pursuit of a career in bioengineering, she returns home in an attempt to get over the apathetic attitude that's come over her concerning life in general. She doesn't attempt to hide what she's feeling or thinking, being more on the forthright side of things and oftentimes a little caustic when things are stressful. Though feeling lost and frustrated herself, she finds a strong determination within to pursue the mystery her ex-boyfriend leaves behind when he vanishes. She sneaks into government facilities, cleverly lies her way out of tough situations, and if that doesn't work, fights her way to victory. And somewhere amongst all that she discovers she's not just another disillusioned university dropout. She's someone that will go to the ends of the world for her friends. Even if it's sometimes only in her underwear.
Dreamfall starts where it ends, with Zoe in a coma, telling her story and waiting to 'die'.
Sample:
You're listening but I'm not entirely sure what to say about how I got here. I could start with the cliche "where one story ends, another begins" but I'm not sure this is a beginning. Or not the beginning I was expecting. When you're laying in a bed in Casablanca waiting for the inevitable, you don't expect the inevitable to be someone's creepy cornfield with scarecrows nabbed from some grade B horror flick. No, seriously, any moment could be the moment a psycho comes out from behind one with a pitchfork and I'm not up for playing the unfortunate victim of a murderer. Especially for a person coming from the earthly realm to the so-called heavenly realm. The afterlife? Heaven? Whatever you call it, I don't imagine it's supposed to look like this place. No one informed me that dead cornstalks and snow and ice would be part of the picture.
I mean, I'm not what anyone would call a religious person by any means, but come on. I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I haven't committed a horrendous enough act to land me outside those pearly white gates, but I'm ninety percent sure this place isn't it. Are minor acts of breaking and entering enough to piss off a higher power and send me to a purgatory of cornfields and new friends that need a shower? I know, I hate to break it to you, but all of you are far from angels. The lack of wings and shining gowns didn't tip me off. I can't find a way to put this kindly, you stink. Don't worry about it, once I get my bearings, I'll help you guys get cleaned up. It's the least I can do for letting me rest here for the time being.
And I'm thinking I might be wrong about this whole dead thing. Maybe I've ended up at some genetic engineering dumping ground, where experiments gone wrong are sent to. That was harsher than I intended, but it would explain most of it; your missing limbs and misshapen faces, that creature I spotted on top of the water tower and those damn purple gorillas that chased me. I don't think I've climbed to the roof of a building so fast. Good thing they didn't see me and even better that I came across you. Don't look too concerned about it, I've ended up stranger places and I'll take this over the other option. Yeah, the dead one. You guys get it, don't you? Everything looks like peaches and cream when you realize you're going to live another day.
That is if I find some clothes or else I'm going to be a Blue Zoe popsicle. You think someone would have the common courtesy to give a girl a blanket before dumping her comatose body in a barn, but no. So here I am in panties and a tank-top, lost in a wintry wonderland influenced by someone's worst nightmares, freezing. Not that you guys haven't been courteous with the not staring at certain body parts - and I do appreciate it, you've kept eye contact the whole time - but do you know where I could find some clothes?
Okay, trying to be funny and groaning 'brains' to add to the horror movie feel doesn't work when I'm too cold to care. Sorry. I'll better appreciate the humor when I'm warmer. So let's get me dressed and then we can move on. Don't be disappointed, maybe I'll tell you the story of why I thought I was dead. I've gotten pretty good at telling it. Or fine. We can play around some. You find me something warm to wear and I'll be the hapless victim to your zombie.
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Series: Dreamfall: The Longest Journey
Age: 20
Canon: Living in a world built upon technological advancement, Zoe Castillo shrugs off the Static that's disrupting technology until her longtime reporter friend goes missing, leaving her a mysterious message to continue chasing the story he was after. Now she's digging deeper into conspiracies that have been in the making for centuries and traveling between parallel worlds, her own -- Stark aka a future Earth, and its twin, a world of magic known as Arcadia. And perhaps the only way to save both worlds is to listen to the little girl haunting her from the static within video screens, telling her to find a woman named April Ryan. And save her. Save everyone.
Zoe is more normal than not. She's intelligent and wry, but doesn't exceptionally stand out. An only child, raised by her father, she fits more 'in' the crowd than above it. But now, recently taking a leave from university and her pursuit of a career in bioengineering, she returns home in an attempt to get over the apathetic attitude that's come over her concerning life in general. She doesn't attempt to hide what she's feeling or thinking, being more on the forthright side of things and oftentimes a little caustic when things are stressful. Though feeling lost and frustrated herself, she finds a strong determination within to pursue the mystery her ex-boyfriend leaves behind when he vanishes. She sneaks into government facilities, cleverly lies her way out of tough situations, and if that doesn't work, fights her way to victory. And somewhere amongst all that she discovers she's not just another disillusioned university dropout. She's someone that will go to the ends of the world for her friends. Even if it's sometimes only in her underwear.
Dreamfall starts where it ends, with Zoe in a coma, telling her story and waiting to 'die'.
Sample:
You're listening but I'm not entirely sure what to say about how I got here. I could start with the cliche "where one story ends, another begins" but I'm not sure this is a beginning. Or not the beginning I was expecting. When you're laying in a bed in Casablanca waiting for the inevitable, you don't expect the inevitable to be someone's creepy cornfield with scarecrows nabbed from some grade B horror flick. No, seriously, any moment could be the moment a psycho comes out from behind one with a pitchfork and I'm not up for playing the unfortunate victim of a murderer. Especially for a person coming from the earthly realm to the so-called heavenly realm. The afterlife? Heaven? Whatever you call it, I don't imagine it's supposed to look like this place. No one informed me that dead cornstalks and snow and ice would be part of the picture.
I mean, I'm not what anyone would call a religious person by any means, but come on. I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I haven't committed a horrendous enough act to land me outside those pearly white gates, but I'm ninety percent sure this place isn't it. Are minor acts of breaking and entering enough to piss off a higher power and send me to a purgatory of cornfields and new friends that need a shower? I know, I hate to break it to you, but all of you are far from angels. The lack of wings and shining gowns didn't tip me off. I can't find a way to put this kindly, you stink. Don't worry about it, once I get my bearings, I'll help you guys get cleaned up. It's the least I can do for letting me rest here for the time being.
And I'm thinking I might be wrong about this whole dead thing. Maybe I've ended up at some genetic engineering dumping ground, where experiments gone wrong are sent to. That was harsher than I intended, but it would explain most of it; your missing limbs and misshapen faces, that creature I spotted on top of the water tower and those damn purple gorillas that chased me. I don't think I've climbed to the roof of a building so fast. Good thing they didn't see me and even better that I came across you. Don't look too concerned about it, I've ended up stranger places and I'll take this over the other option. Yeah, the dead one. You guys get it, don't you? Everything looks like peaches and cream when you realize you're going to live another day.
That is if I find some clothes or else I'm going to be a Blue Zoe popsicle. You think someone would have the common courtesy to give a girl a blanket before dumping her comatose body in a barn, but no. So here I am in panties and a tank-top, lost in a wintry wonderland influenced by someone's worst nightmares, freezing. Not that you guys haven't been courteous with the not staring at certain body parts - and I do appreciate it, you've kept eye contact the whole time - but do you know where I could find some clothes?
Okay, trying to be funny and groaning 'brains' to add to the horror movie feel doesn't work when I'm too cold to care. Sorry. I'll better appreciate the humor when I'm warmer. So let's get me dressed and then we can move on. Don't be disappointed, maybe I'll tell you the story of why I thought I was dead. I've gotten pretty good at telling it. Or fine. We can play around some. You find me something warm to wear and I'll be the hapless victim to your zombie.
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