» DOVE

DOVE
^{Here have our wild war-eagles flown.
And flapped wide wings in fiery fight.
But the quiet dove, that sits alone.
In confinement - she hath no delight.}



INÉS ANAIS ANDRÉ / ANAIS ANDREAUX | DOVE | TWENTY-NINE
OUTLANDER | COMMUNE

white feathers dipped in tar

THE PAWN
^{IN THIS ZOO OF BROKEN FACES}

It seems Dove has grown accustomed to a life of overbearing weather and unfavorable sights. However, in this day and age, a life such as that is commonplace. Two years into the new millennia, the second child of Mr. and Mrs. Andre arrived. It is still a mystery as to how her parents met, but she has her speculations. As a small child, she enjoyed the comfort and support of her older sister. Her mother remained at home with her daughters while her father maintained his career as a lawyer. Her father’s salary left room for the family to have a comfortable existence – the Andre family maintained a quiet and normal life, for a little while.

At seven, the United States caught sight of the catastrophe. This catastrophe was as relevant to the girl as a peanut butter sandwich paired with salami – zero. The young raven haired girl remained quiet – the seven year old girl had nothing to worry about at that time in her life. The daily news was not part of her daily television régime (at seven, what child watches the news?), and her parents declined the need to expose their second daughter to the ways and means of the world. However, it was the beginning that was simple – it seemed the attack that fell on the United States was somewhat of a warning sign to those living in the United Kingdom. Preparation was key, though most shrugged off the gesture. Then it happened - 2010, Paris was under attack. And what do you find you do if your very home is crumbing to the ground and shattering its very existence? You run.

On the outskirts of a city long-gone by now, the distressed Andre family (among hundreds of others) travelled. Destinations are the last aspect you think about in a time of shock. The Andre family travelled out of Paris by the skin of their teeth. Other families, those that refused to abandon their lives we not as lucky. Little did the young girl know, her comforting and sheltered existence had been replaced by something much more dangerous. Should the family try to salvage their old life? The thought and action of travelling back towards their home did not last long. The Andre family was bombarded by a fury of citizens, who were, in all sense of the world, running for their very lives. People were injured. People were dead. People were infected. The Andre family decided to stay put. They had already left their former existence behind – salvaging their old life would no longer be an option. An abandoned home on the outskirts of town became a temporary life of solitude

Any hopes of a normal life had been abandoned – so had trust, civility, and happiness. Death surrounded the family like air. It appeared outside the city, inside the city, on the street and on the porch steps near the front door. Mr. & Mrs. Andre had seen firsthand what the infection was capable of. The virus posed a monumental threat and survival was not everyone’s number one goal. Once food became scare, those will enough tenacity to brave the hell in which they lived, did so. Food was found by a means of stealing, pillaging and pure ruthlessness. If you had to break a window, you had to break a window. Nothing was off limits – people were hurt, some even killed. Homes and cars were torn apart from the inside out. Those who crafted plans to find food were weary. No matter how much a stomach growled, or how much fatigue laced the throat and mouth, waiting was the only option. Waiting until the infected were nowhere to be found clear was the only sure-fire way that food would be had without danger. Food was important to sustain life. Nevertheless, life was just as delicate when nourishment possibly meant death.

Among the Andre family, were many others. Friends, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers and children. All who were once strangers now banded together for survival. The movement of the group proved to be more dangerous than expected. Before the electricity was officially ‘turned off’, the group moved – the Andre family included. An opportune chance had some along: another group of survivors miraculously used the abandoned radio stations to call to other survivors. The message from the radio stated that the station was well-stocked and safe. Navigating the sewers proved to be difficult as all hell. Paranoia set in fiercely – were you only going around in circles? Was the group even moving? When your ears only picked up the sound of dripping water and your nose only held the scent of something foul, paranoia was bound to set in. At last, the radio station was reached and all survived. Yet, the horrors weren’t over for some. The Andre daughters did nothing as death consumed both of their beloved parents. The infected had found some of the survivors and the infected left the Andre daughter’s orphans all for the murder of their parents.
Years passed. However, these years of childhood were anything but normal. People came in and out of her life as always. But the ones that went out of her life – were never to be seen again much like her parents. At fourteen, her life took another large turn. Perhaps it was by chance that the wanderers found the radio station. Nevertheless, those wanderers took and gave equally. They spoke of a city, called New Berlin. This city seemed to be unheard of – it was an actual city – with other people. The wanderers spoke of their journey, telling the sisters that they were merely in Paris to find supplies and other goods that could be salvaged. At first, the offer to escort survivors back to New Berlin was dismissed by Dove. Dove and her sister stayed up through the night taking with the wanderers. Their lives were so different than theirs – it was a sight to come together amongst such a tragedy. The next morning proved to be filled with sadness. Dove chose to follow the wanderers back to New Berlin. Though she knew the separation between her and her sister would be devastating on both, it was the only choice she found reasonable.

“I’d die for freedom.” She told her sister.

As respectful as any, Elise offered her support and love; her pleading had been bountiful, but not enough. Upon her departure, Elise handed her two pieces of their past – a photograph of their family and her mother’s engagement ring. “For luck.” Elise had said.

This was the beginning of her new life. Ines Anais Andre seemed nowhere to be found. She began her new life as a wanderer, making her way back to New Berlin as Anais Andreau. As she adapted to her new life, the quiet girl kept to herself. She remained extremely helpful and positive – though she found it difficult to bond with others. It is not exactly that she did not want to form a bond – her heart had already been ripped from her chest three times before. Her body could not tolerate any more emotional pain. Her social skills were developed, but she stayed away from forming friendships and emotional connections with males (as many wanderers came and went).

It’s 2031. And where do we find the Dove? She found herself amongst a group of Outlanders. She refused to stay within the boundaries of a town – she knew she’d never be able to go back to a ‘city-life’. The city limits is where she resides. Life is nothing if a challenge is not present – and what is life without freedom? A life within a city, to Dove, means no freedom at all. Many depend upon Dove for her nurturing ways and strategic ways of living, and she finds she is in need of the same comforts.

THE BRAWN
^{GLOBE SPINNING ON A RUSTY HINGE}

Her mother’s engagement ring given to Dove when she last saw her sister had sense remained on her left ring finger and seems to be embedded on her skin. For now, Dove has come to terms with the fact that the ring cannot be removed. Her soft voice also has a fine French accent due to her French upbringing and childhood.

THE BRAINS
^{TAKE ME TO THE HALL OF FILTHY FACES}

It is not as though Dove is a person who feels that she needs to be a mute. She does talk and hold a conversation with revived ease. But, her nature is simply quiet. She is soft-spoken, on most occasions, and keeps to herself. She knows how to move from place to place and with non-intrusive sounds. She finds her quiet nature to be quite tranquil and has found it has worked to her advantage. Many confide in her girl, knowing that she'd much rather listen and offer her words of advice.

Self-restraint is a task Dove has simply mastered. Quiet by nature, her reserved personality came make her seem arrogant at times. She simply keeps to her own self, but she does acknowledge people when they are in her presence; even if that said situation makes her feel uncomfortable. She is very formal in the way she speaks and her appearance in public is all but composed despite the unfortunate events. Often alone, without the company of family or friends, it is not uncommon for Dove to venture to a place in which she has never been - by herself. She is more comfortable with herself than with anyone else and she knows that no one can ever know her like she knows herself.

With her quiet and reserved nature, Dove harbors an intense passion for all that surrounds her. She loves the few she has left herself become close with and would do anything for them. Her way of life and the relationships she makes with people effect her heart more than the average person. Her heart is full of unrequested love and spirit. The intense emotional and psychical connections she harbors with various people do have the upsides. She can use her skill to manipulate an unfavorable situation or person. Though she has good intentions, her passion drives her in both good and bad ways. She gives her heart away all too quickly and yet all too slow at the same time. She despises confiding on friends or venturing out to find a lover – she knows a safe haven she may find will be gone. Dove feels passion within all of her blood, her heart and her mind.

THE AUTHOR
^{THANKS FOR THE SURVIVAL RAGS}

MEGAN FOX | SHANNON | NINETEEN | PACIFIC | PM

I'm not ignoring you, but I gotta let Tara check her out because, y'know, it's her character's sister and all! ;D

No worries!

Well I was in the middle of saying she was perfect yesterday when my internet decided to mysteriously die. So anyway, she's perfect!

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