Ilia

Ili was born in unlikely circumstances. Her father, one of the Chinese spies at Mama Dolce’s, had just enough food to feed little Ili before the bombs. Her mother didn’t even survive to see her little girl. The bombs didn’t make a life already filled with prejudice better.
Ili and her father didn’t stick around Mama Dolce’s. Unbeknownst to them, the Enclave would eradicate those left not a day after they left.
Life in the post-war wilderness wasn’t easy. The creatures were unfamiliar. Radiation made even the tiniest bit of exposure deadly. Burned and melted bodies fill Ili’s dreams even now.
Her father gave her the best instructions he could. He taught her to shoot, to fish, to survive. Then… He left her. There isn’t a day that goes by that Ili doesn’t think of the tape he left her.
Ili learned the hard way for her next few years. Scars and burns became the norm. Still, she endured. Things changed, they got better. She became a woman. Creatures got tamer. The fallout faded.
The Plauge nearly claimed her. She got lucky. Lucky that the thing that attacked her got tangled in a tree. That the bullets only grazed, and never landed.
She, like the residents who came before her, found Basin in her time of need. Bleeding and beaten, with nothing to lose.
Ili found at Basin what her father hadn’t – acceptance. Purpose. Life. Ili took to life there well. She could handle herself well. Scavenging was always easy, the pickings were always sweet.
Ili, out of remembrance for her father, still uses a few words from her native language. Mostly swears. She speaks English just fine, with a slight accent.
Basin
Ili found Basin as most people do – by accident. It was the blood loss that nearly got her. She had fainted in the muck underneath Basin when Otis found her. Under the care of Ol’ Birch, the town’s doctor, Ili made a speedy recovery. Multiple people even visited her while she was sick. She chose to stay – to protect her new home, and to be a part of a real community. She frequently goes on short trips to scrounge up supplies for Basin. Within the town, she goes by Ilia, a name that sounds more American.
Apprenticeship
“Ilia? The broad works wit’ Arc in his forge to make our armor. Makes damn good work there. Good to see the fuckin’ commie bitch workin’ for us. Bitch shoulda’ been workin’ in a damn broth—“
- Basin Settler, seconds before Otis punched him in the back of the head.
Category:Deceased
Category:Archived characters