Chell [REDACTED]
Player Name: Chiburger
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Character Number: 1
Character: Chell [REDACTED]
Fandom: Portal/Portal 2
Personality: Not much is known about Chell prior to being an active test subject at Aperture Science. The only notable trait on her records shows Chell to be stubborn to such abnormal levels that she should not have been tested in the first place. With this kind of tenacity, she also has a willingness, if it can be called that, to do whatever it takes to reach a solution, especially for survival.
There is a no-nonsense attitude about her. In some roundabout way, GLaDOS ingrained in Chell the idea that the only things that are important are those that serve a purpose-ironic. Sure, she might be curious of things she’s never seen before, but so long as it is harmless or without purpose, she won’t think much of it. She is very much self-reliant and is very unlikely to trust others, due to her experiences with GLaDOS and Wheatley as well as being unable to recall interactions with other humans. She won’t go out of her way to avoid others, but she’ll likely assume the glass half-empty. Chell is by no means above average intelligence-she just thinks little differently than others.
Her mannerisms are rather deadpan, with surprise not more than a raise of the brows. Always observant, and never acting or speaking out unless absolutely necessary. One might even assume that Chell is mute, a product of brain damage from an unknown time of cyro-suspension, but she’s simply used to not speaking. She is soft-spoken, her responses short and perhaps a little dry/sarcastic.
In spite of everything, or maybe due to it, Chell has a high tolerance of a number of things: physical pain, verbal and emotional abuse, isolation-to name a few.
History: Tada
Timeline: Taken just after Wheatley denonates the booby-trapped Stalemate Resolution Button; the last thing she sees is a glimpse of the moon.
Abilities: Unnaturally high tolerance for pain, extremely stubborn, physically fit
Link to an image of the character: Here
Sample writing:
A flicker of light danced across her eyelids, prompting her to wake as if it had been programmed into her. The dark clouds from her vision cleared, and she found herself lying on her back. It took her a moment to register that the bright fluorescent light swinging above her was part of the lift that was meant to take her up to the surface, now dangling precariously by several cords above her.
Apparently there was a bottom to what seemed like an endless pit.
There was a quick movement to her right, and glancing over, Chell watched as a bird-no idea how it even got down there-flew away, carrying what seemed to be a potato….battery.
Oh. Well. That wasn’t good.
Stifling a groan, Chell gingerly got to her feet, finding she had landed in a pool of…some kind of liquid. Misshapen metal rods and framework were scattered around her, covered in a thick layer of rust. There was a small fire to one side of the chamber, and around the corner of a concrete pillar seemed to be a doorway. Her footsteps echoed off the towering concrete walls as she used the occasional fire or miraculously working floodlight as a kind of guide to find an open area.
However, a simple glance upwards told her getting out of-well, wherever this was-wasn’t going to be easy. Concrete and steel pillars stretched for what seemed like miles over her head; naturally, they would all converge to a single point, but Chell wasn’t even able to see that. Unlikely that there were cameras about; she gave a long sigh and momentarily rolled her eyes.
There were brief moments were she wondered about giving up or at least taking a breather, but there was never really an opportunity. And now was not the time; if the lights were still working then perh---
“Keep Out.”
Chell paused, glancing ahead.
“Do Not Enter. Keep Out.”
She looked forward. “Condemned Testing Area.”
Sample journal entry:
[The screen is filled with a familiar snow-like static for a brief moment before a woman’s face is shown, swaying from side to side as she inspects the strange handheld device. Blood is dripping from cuts on her face, her shoulders specked with cuts and minor burns. She is visibly trembling, attempting to, perhaps stay on her feet.
The jerky movements pause for a moment as Chell examines her surroundings once again before looking to the communicator.
A hoarse whisper escapes from her lips.]
What is this place?