Camille

Also known as the End.

She is the Lone Knight of Fated Death.

At midnights she escapes to prove a point.

http://farragofiction.com/TwoGayJokes/an\_unsent\_letter

http://farragofiction.com/ASecondTranscript/

http://farragofiction.com/GhoulishThing/

http://farragofiction.com/AdventureSimWest/?nostalgia=intermission3-end.txt

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Even before Camille joined Zampanio, her gift was unending strength at the cost of being barred from connections. Her head is sliced clean off should she attach herself to others. Zampanio's gift to her was allowing this curse to mutate. And the curse is extremely easy to fool.

"Camille is drawn to those fated for Death, and kills them before their fate can reach them. In this way, the Echidna Universe, as the arbiter of fate, can direct her to destroy threats.  Camille is the only one from her Universe meant to be here, as she is extremely useful as an immune system. Camilles fierce desire to preserver despite odds, to keep optimism in the face of despair, lead her to break the rules and tear a hole between the worlds, a hole that Parker gleefully exploited to toss his favorite blorbos into."

## Summaries

IC: There was a fic with Vik and Camille in which they exchanged notes on some of the Training Team members. Vik taunts her into a drinking contest, then reveals the story of how their Yongki came to be. An alternative version of this had Ria finding them already plastered.

IC: There’s actually two fics talking about Camille and K’s working relationship. It works out for them.

IC: Killstreak was supposed to include the Training Team, but they tend to have less interesting first kills. Mainly because only Camille and Witherby had ever murdered someone before the corporation, and in probably the ways you expected them to. Witherby’s was not his fault, but he believed that it was.

IC: Speaking of. Extremely early on, there was a fic that detailed the relationship between Witherby and Camille, i.e: Witherby’s growing reluctance at shooting her for being a monster.

## In the Adventure Sim

*You are midway through explaining how obviously fake and bad this report is when the doors to the court are dramatically thrown open. An intimidatingly tall woman strides in, fist clenched, fury in her every muscle.*

*"One hundred and seventy six years of work," she gruffs. Her voice sounds hoarse. "**My** work. Hours of painstakingly... tracing... migration patterns. Careful... taxonomy... and c-clearly cut out... instructions. Only for you to throw it back in my face."*

*At first you think she's struggling to breathe, but then her hand goes to her throat as she coughs out something; oh, nope, that's blood. You are pretty sure that is blood. It does not stop her, though. She's gagging as she speaks. "I sh... shouldn't even have b...**bhh**... bothered. I cannot... protect you-- if you won't even protect your-- your-- **yhhhhhh---!!**"*

*When she takes another step forward, her hands go limp, losing the grip they had on her throat. Then, you see it: a clean, horizontal cut right where her neck starts, and, on cue, her eyes roll back as her head falls in their same direction, the rest of her body slumping forward and hitting the ground with a final thud.*

*[...]*

*The woman stares at you.*

*She stands up. Wow, she's a LOT taller than you thought. You've almost never seen someone with legs go up that high.*

*The woman stares at you.*

*She tilts her head towards the door. There is no question in her eyes, only command.*

*> uhhh could you speak up we can't hear you*

*Her lips thin, her stare intensifies. She picks you up by the scruff even though you probably weigh five times more than a human what with your tail and all and just. Carries you outside into the sunshine. [...]*

*She looms down at you. You notice her eyes are two swirling spirals. As she continues to stare ominously at you you notice the spiral pattern in her shirt is...ALSO swirling? Ever so slightly.*

*She's still staring. All Father, this is so awkward....*

*Finally, she pulls some papers out of her jacket and throws them at your feet.*

### Soul Animal

Parker has said her soul has the shape of an Irish Wolfound. Something friendly and big that does not understand why you find it intimidating. It thinks it is a lapdog, it just wants to be friends. Unless you are for killing. Then you are dead. Very, very, quickly dead.