Kyrie Mae Lee's Questionnaire

Kyrie lives in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Chicago, Illinois. It's a location far enough from where she escaped, as well as an area deserted enough, for her to be comfortably secure for the time being. Due to her current circumstances, it’s quite the shithole— filled with trash and debris, lacking any furniture or proper utilities, barely even a livable living space. Still, it’s a roof over Kyrie’s head, and its state of abandonment lends itself to being pretty private all things considered. The few things she does decorate her home with are either her few personal belongings or things to occupy herself with— makeshift punching bags, random trinkets of trash, etc.

Kyrie is currently an outsider on account of her having been captured and registered as being dead for a year. As such, she’s not exactly able to apply to her local Starbucks. Thankfully, because of her extreme tolerance for pain or anguish, she’s able to reliably subsist on the bare minimum to survive. In place of groceries, she forages food from scavenging trash cans or hunting rats, and collects water from the rain or random puddles. Whenever she does feel the need for money (such as for gas, other expenses, or to simply buy something for entertainment), she does it the old fashioned way— through theft, robbery, and similar acts.

Dying or killing someone for her goals isn’t a consideration for Kyrie at this point in her life. If it means getting back at the fucked up monsters that exploited her and a bunch of others as lab rats, she’ll do whatever it takes. There’s nothing else that really matters to her anymore, after all. It’s not like she isn’t accustomed to risking her life for something stupid, or throwing everything away for petty revenge and spite. Dying’s not a concern, she’s got little to live for anyway— having little to have lived for in the first place. Maybe there’s something out there, something more meaningful to do with her life now that she’s free. Something else to keep fighting for. But for now? All she cares about is bringing her enemies down with her.

Without any sense of direction or attachment to her life, Kyrie had decided it was worth signing up for whatever to make a quick buck. Catching word of some under the table work opportunity for some sort of research project, she figured it was more preferable than her alternatives. Of course, she wasn’t exactly aware that she’d be pulled into some fucked up human genetic experimentation shit that would keep her for over a year and augment her into some sort of living weapon— but sometimes shit happens. She at least got some fucked up powers to get back at them with.

Elsie Mills: One of Kyrie’s buddies while she was on the streets. Closest thing she’s had to a best friend. Fellow daredevil addicted to adrenaline, taught Kyrie a few things about survival. Kyrie’s pretty sure she was a kleptomaniac or something. Also signed up for the same lab experimentation, but couldn’t escape with Kyrie. Probably still trapped in there somewhere.

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Her Parents: Kyrie doesn't really remember their names, nor does she give enough of a shit to figure it out. Father was a deadbeat who died or left sometime when she was a kid. Mom was an absent asshole who kicked her out when she was a teenager. Could be dead for all she knows now.

Kyrie had a pretty shitty environment growing up. She was dealt a deadbeat father who fucked off and died when she was a kid and insane mother who was abusive whenever she wasn’t absent. Her school life was just as bad for her— maybe even more shitty and suffocating than her home life, with vile authority figures and toxic peers she just couldn’t fit in with. Consequently, she got into a lot of trouble early on, skipping classes and hanging with crowds she probably shouldn’t have mixed with. However, when she was kicked out to live on the streets as a teenager, on top of being expelled from her school, she didn’t really have anywhere else to turn to. As such, she continued to live the lifestyle of someone without much to live for— getting into trouble and throwing away her life on random petty bullshit just to feel like she felt something.

Kyrie has never been in love. She probably lies somewhere on the axes of demisexual and demi/biromantic spectrum (meaning a lack of romantic or physical attraction for anyone she’s not already strongly connected to), but she doesn’t really care enough to figure that sort of stuff out. The only thing that actually makes her feel like she’s alive in this world is the thrill and adrenaline she feels when pulling off crazy shit in the heat of the moment. Maybe if she had someone she was actually close to, things might be different for her. But for now, it’s all about the thrill of being a daredevil.