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A clearer example of this user's toxic behavior. Seriously, do not interact with this person if at all possible.
In case anyone was sleptical about DJM Rexim stalking and harassing people. This is only a FRACTION of what they have done to me. They admitted to harassing two other people, but there have been dozens more, and it's been going on for years. Then they accused me of stalking, for...knowing that they abuse people. OH, AND THIS TIME, it started because somebody called them out for making a tweet using the n-slur, hard R and all, even though they're white. They accused this person of being me on an alt account even though I have ZERO PROBLEMS calling them out on main, and have done so many times. This person is a POC, and they threatened her for daring to speak up against them. As shown below.
I later found out that this was a friend of mine. Rexim asked for proof that we are seperate people, and when presented with it, they accused me of making it up and then ignored it.
And here they are avoiding critisism. DJM Rexim is an awful, abusive person, and I am TIRED of them getting away with this shit and having their abusive bullshit swept under the rug, just because they have been in fandom for a long time. Stop supporting this person, report them, and don't defend them. This is why Rexim has been getting away with it for over a decade.
Whilst it was tempting to threaten Grace with legal jargon, Madi knew that if word got out that she had spoken to a lawyer about her former business partner harassing her, then it wouldn’t be good for her once it hit the Trending section of X, formerly known as Twitter. The past year had taught Madi that there was such thing as bad press, and she was fucking tired of seeing photos of her in drama channel thumbnails on YouTube. “No one would believe that I’m getting harassed though, she probably already has sneaky little tricks up her sleeves to look better off anyway.” Just like the first time. “And she’ll see you talking to her as, like, permission to ruin my life even more.”
She perused the menu, frowning at the amount of carbs on offer, peeking up at Grayson at his next suggestion. “God, what are we? In high school?” Madisyn placed the menu back down again. “I’m not the weird stalker here, I don’t know where she lives, but she's probably got a telescope set up pointing right at my bedroom.” Perhaps she was being a tad dramatic, but Grace was very unpredictable, and Madsiyn was simply considering every possibility. “Could I get like, Beyoncé level security for the farm? The llamas don’t deserve this harassment.”
In a place like La Galleria he had a regular table and his favorites on the menu. Grayson didn't even have to look anymore and most of the staff had come to know him and his particular tastes. Which weren't complicated. The only issue was the occasional newbie asking if he wanted to see the wine list or if he wanted to order a drink. While Madisyn had stepped away for a phone call he'd ordered sparkling mineral water for the table and the fresh bread. One of his favorite things was the olive oil and vinegar with roasted garlic to dip it in.
"No worries," he said glancing up when she'd returned to the table. There was a big case going to trial next week and he was going through some updated documents on his phone, but then set aside when his company had returned. "Well, first... what's she doing? Did you find anything out about why she's here?" Part of him wanted say 'besides the obvious' but the attorney in him wanted direct comments. "At the moment we might be able to scare her with the word harassment."
A cease and desist was also a thought but he needed something concrete to have his office draft up that letter and serve her with it. Not that he didn't have another idea, one more simple... "Want me to talk to her? Unofficially, but mention that I'm your lawyer? That tends to caution people." Though he was aware that a woman like Grace Conners likely had a big team of lawyers behind her. "We could also egg and TP her house..."
Whilst it was tempting to threaten Grace with legal jargon, Madi knew that if word got out that she had spoken to a lawyer about her former business partner harassing her, then it wouldn’t be good for her once it hit the Trending section of X, formerly known as Twitter. The past year had taught Madi that there was such thing as bad press, and she was fucking tired of seeing photos of her in drama channel thumbnails on YouTube. “No one would believe that I’m getting harassed though, she probably already has sneaky little tricks up her sleeves to look better off anyway.” Just like the first time. “And she’ll see you talking to her as, like, permission to ruin my life even more.”
She perused the menu, frowning at the amount of carbs on offer, peeking up at Grayson at his next suggestion. “God, what are we? In high school?” Madisyn placed the menu back down again. “I’m not the weird stalker here, I don’t know where she lives, but she's probably got a telescope set up pointing right at my bedroom.” Perhaps she was being a tad dramatic, but Grace was very unpredictable, and Madsiyn was simply considering every possibility. “Could I get like, Beyoncé level security for the farm? The llamas don’t deserve this harassment.”
In a place like La Galleria he had a regular table and his favorites on the menu. Grayson didn't even have to look anymore and most of the staff had come to know him and his particular tastes. Which weren't complicated. The only issue was the occasional newbie asking if he wanted to see the wine list or if he wanted to order a drink. While Madisyn had stepped away for a phone call he'd ordered sparkling mineral water for the table and the fresh bread. One of his favorite things was the olive oil and vinegar with roasted garlic to dip it in.
"No worries," he said glancing up when she'd returned to the table. There was a big case going to trial next week and he was going through some updated documents on his phone, but then set aside when his company had returned. "Well, first... what's she doing? Did you find anything out about why she's here?" Part of him wanted say 'besides the obvious' but the attorney in him wanted direct comments. "At the moment we might be able to scare her with the word harassment."
A cease and desist was also a thought but he needed something concrete to have his office draft up that letter and serve her with it. Not that he didn't have another idea, one more simple... "Want me to talk to her? Unofficially, but mention that I'm your lawyer? That tends to caution people." Though he was aware that a woman like Grace Conners likely had a big team of lawyers behind her. "We could also egg and TP her house..."
≈ meadowview farm. with @hairpintvrns ( terry )
This had been four days in a row now. Madisyn watched the stranger from her place on the porch of the farmhouse, hot coffee warming her hands in the uncomfortable morning chill. Illinois was not as kind in the fall as it had been in the summer, that was for sure. She made a mental note to order herself a thicker bathrobe, the thin satin kimono-style one currently draped over her frame not doing much to retain body heat.
Still, she’d sacrifice a bit of warmth if it meant she could finally capture proof that she was being stalked.
She had no idea what the person was up to, stalking the grounds of the farm, on the edges near the trees, staring up at the miserable gray sky as if there was something so interesting up there. Maybe for security cameras, Madi thought, taking a sip of her drink. Maybe they were looking for a way to get to the poor, defenseless llamas.
Or the poor, defenseless influencer who lived alone in an isolated farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. God, they were probably aware of Madi staring them down, and were going to wait until she turned around to go inside and get ready for the day to strike.
It’d be like Kim Kardashian in Paris all over again.
With that scary thought lodged in her mind, Madi ventured to the edge of the steps of the porch, leaning out so they would hear her as she yelled across the ground, causing a few birds to scatter from the trees at the sudden interruption of the silence.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing on my farm?!”
≈ meadowview farm. with @hairpintvrns ( terry )
This had been four days in a row now. Madisyn watched the stranger from her place on the porch of the farmhouse, hot coffee warming her hands in the uncomfortable morning chill. Illinois was not as kind in the fall as it had been in the summer, that was for sure. She made a mental note to order herself a thicker bathrobe, the thin satin kimono-style one currently draped over her frame not doing much to retain body heat.
Still, she’d sacrifice a bit of warmth if it meant she could finally capture proof that she was being stalked.
She had no idea what the person was up to, stalking the grounds of the farm, on the edges near the trees, staring up at the miserable gray sky as if there was something so interesting up there. Maybe for security cameras, Madi thought, taking a sip of her drink. Maybe they were looking for a way to get to the poor, defenseless llamas.
Or the poor, defenseless influencer who lived alone in an isolated farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. God, they were probably aware of Madi staring them down, and were going to wait until she turned around to go inside and get ready for the day to strike.
It’d be like Kim Kardashian in Paris all over again.
With that scary thought lodged in her mind, Madi ventured to the edge of the steps of the porch, leaning out so they would hear her as she yelled across the ground, causing a few birds to scatter from the trees at the sudden interruption of the silence.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing on my farm?!”
≈ meadowview farm. with @hairpintvrns ( terry )
This had been four days in a row now. Madisyn watched the stranger from her place on the porch of the farmhouse, hot coffee warming her hands in the uncomfortable morning chill. Illinois was not as kind in the fall as it had been in the summer, that was for sure. She made a mental note to order herself a thicker bathrobe, the thin satin kimono-style one currently draped over her frame not doing much to retain body heat.
Still, she’d sacrifice a bit of warmth if it meant she could finally capture proof that she was being stalked.
She had no idea what the person was up to, stalking the grounds of the farm, on the edges near the trees, staring up at the miserable gray sky as if there was something so interesting up there. Maybe for security cameras, Madi thought, taking a sip of her drink. Maybe they were looking for a way to get to the poor, defenseless llamas.
Or the poor, defenseless influencer who lived alone in an isolated farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. God, they were probably aware of Madi staring them down, and were going to wait until she turned around to go inside and get ready for the day to strike.
It’d be like Kim Kardashian in Paris all over again.
With that scary thought lodged in her mind, Madi ventured to the edge of the steps of the porch, leaning out so they would hear her as she yelled across the ground, causing a few birds to scatter from the trees at the sudden interruption of the silence.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing on my farm?!”
≈ meadowview farm. with @hairpintvrns ( terry )
This had been four days in a row now. Madisyn watched the stranger from her place on the porch of the farmhouse, hot coffee warming her hands in the uncomfortable morning chill. Illinois was not as kind in the fall as it had been in the summer, that was for sure. She made a mental note to order herself a thicker bathrobe, the thin satin kimono-style one currently draped over her frame not doing much to retain body heat.
Still, she’d sacrifice a bit of warmth if it meant she could finally capture proof that she was being stalked.
She had no idea what the person was up to, stalking the grounds of the farm, on the edges near the trees, staring up at the miserable gray sky as if there was something so interesting up there. Maybe for security cameras, Madi thought, taking a sip of her drink. Maybe they were looking for a way to get to the poor, defenseless llamas.
Or the poor, defenseless influencer who lived alone in an isolated farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. God, they were probably aware of Madi staring them down, and were going to wait until she turned around to go inside and get ready for the day to strike.
It’d be like Kim Kardashian in Paris all over again.
With that scary thought lodged in her mind, Madi ventured to the edge of the steps of the porch, leaning out so they would hear her as she yelled across the ground, causing a few birds to scatter from the trees at the sudden interruption of the silence.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing on my farm?!”
Did this stranger really have the audacity to get mad at Madisyn right now? She huffed, crossing her arms tightly over her for both warmth and a way to contain her anger on the chance that they were someone dangerous. They didn’t seem it, but looks could be deceiving after all. A lot of people thought that Madi was more stupid due to her love for a more bubbly fashion sense and career choice, but it took a lot of smarts to get to where she was.
It was just the blinders in her love life that caused everything to come crashing down. The thought was more sobering than anything else, and she stood up straighter, to be more powerful and intimidating than she looked or felt in that moment. Madi had been feeling harassed enough, spying on them in the mornings, and now they had been caught out, she was going to make sure this interaction was enough to keep them off her property.
“I don’t give a fuck about who’s warblers those belong to,” She snapped, “Maybe I should give Lawrence a heads up, hm?” Whoever he was. She pictured some little old man who was maybe a widower, adopting a bunch of birds out of loneliness. Like the woman who fed pigeons in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. Ugh, she was already stressed worrying about the llamas and those were pretty stationary creatures. Now she had to worry about birds who constantly flew off at the slightest noise in the background too? When the fuck did she become Snow fucking White of Blue Harbor?
“Where to start again? Iunno, the public woods beyond that fence?” She gestured to the parade of trees beyond the rolling green of the farm. “You are aware of how creepy this is, right? Stalking around early in the morning with binoculars?”
The fall migration was afoot. All the more reason why their relocation to the Midwest could not have come at a better time. Thousands of bird species have called this region as constituting their respective migratory paths, particularly in the spring and fall seasons, but some species could be seen more than others.
Now, yellow-winged warblers were not quite rarities in the Midwest. They had found either species in the Great Lakes, close to the coastal wetlands, nestled, almost burrowed, at the heart of an alder tree. Finding them in the state and outside of the peak of the breeding season was not a particularly rare occurrence–but it was so displaced from their own memory that they’d felt the need to observe it, over and over, lest their eyes were seeing the wrong thing.
Even more curiously, Terry found, the birds had settled at a farmland not far from where they lived. Lifting the binoculars to their eyes, and casting their gaze above the trees, they noted how the female’s plumage appeared to be a bolder yellow, with the olive green of its rump and nape not quite extending to its crown, as was typical of the species, its bill darker and more pronounced. Had they misidentified it, then? Unlikely. Or, they thought excitedly, it even be a Lawrence’s warbler, a hybrid species between the golden- and blue-winged warblers, and—
—and then the birds flew.
“Fuck!” A rare expletive shot through their mouth, and they lost their grip over their binoculars. They had been so quiet, they thought, and it did not take long to figure out the source of the noise that had spooked them most—for a dark-haired woman had stepped out of the porch, her bellowing cutting through the stillness of the forest clearing.
With a huff, they marched forward, poised in half-defense. As far as they recalled, they had followed the birder’s etiquette. Though the farm was privately owned, portions were available to the public, and they’d made sure to stray away from the residential areas. Had they violated the protocol and stepped on a boundary they should not cross? The questions were lost to the wind and their own petty anger, however.
“It’s not your farm I’m interested in. I was looking at birds,” they huffed, lifting their binoculars as if it constituted some form of defense, “And those were Lawrence’s warblers you’ve potentially scared away.” Their expression went sour, looking back at the tree in which they were perched, “God, I wouldn’t know where to start again…”
Did this stranger really have the audacity to get mad at Madisyn right now? She huffed, crossing her arms tightly over her for both warmth and a way to contain her anger on the chance that they were someone dangerous. They didn’t seem it, but looks could be deceiving after all. A lot of people thought that Madi was more stupid due to her love for a more bubbly fashion sense and career choice, but it took a lot of smarts to get to where she was.
It was just the blinders in her love life that caused everything to come crashing down. The thought was more sobering than anything else, and she stood up straighter, to be more powerful and intimidating than she looked or felt in that moment. Madi had been feeling harassed enough, spying on them in the mornings, and now they had been caught out, she was going to make sure this interaction was enough to keep them off her property.
“I don’t give a fuck about who’s warblers those belong to,” She snapped, “Maybe I should give Lawrence a heads up, hm?” Whoever he was. She pictured some little old man who was maybe a widower, adopting a bunch of birds out of loneliness. Like the woman who fed pigeons in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. Ugh, she was already stressed worrying about the llamas and those were pretty stationary creatures. Now she had to worry about birds who constantly flew off at the slightest noise in the background too? When the fuck did she become Snow fucking White of Blue Harbor?
“Where to start again? Iunno, the public woods beyond that fence?” She gestured to the parade of trees beyond the rolling green of the farm. “You are aware of how creepy this is, right? Stalking around early in the morning with binoculars?”
The fall migration was afoot. All the more reason why their relocation to the Midwest could not have come at a better time. Thousands of bird species have called this region as constituting their respective migratory paths, particularly in the spring and fall seasons, but some species could be seen more than others.
Now, yellow-winged warblers were not quite rarities in the Midwest. They had found either species in the Great Lakes, close to the coastal wetlands, nestled, almost burrowed, at the heart of an alder tree. Finding them in the state and outside of the peak of the breeding season was not a particularly rare occurrence–but it was so displaced from their own memory that they’d felt the need to observe it, over and over, lest their eyes were seeing the wrong thing.
Even more curiously, Terry found, the birds had settled at a farmland not far from where they lived. Lifting the binoculars to their eyes, and casting their gaze above the trees, they noted how the female’s plumage appeared to be a bolder yellow, with the olive green of its rump and nape not quite extending to its crown, as was typical of the species, its bill darker and more pronounced. Had they misidentified it, then? Unlikely. Or, they thought excitedly, it even be a Lawrence’s warbler, a hybrid species between the golden- and blue-winged warblers, and—
—and then the birds flew.
“Fuck!” A rare expletive shot through their mouth, and they lost their grip over their binoculars. They had been so quiet, they thought, and it did not take long to figure out the source of the noise that had spooked them most—for a dark-haired woman had stepped out of the porch, her bellowing cutting through the stillness of the forest clearing.
With a huff, they marched forward, poised in half-defense. As far as they recalled, they had followed the birder’s etiquette. Though the farm was privately owned, portions were available to the public, and they’d made sure to stray away from the residential areas. Had they violated the protocol and stepped on a boundary they should not cross? The questions were lost to the wind and their own petty anger, however.
“It’s not your farm I’m interested in. I was looking at birds,” they huffed, lifting their binoculars as if it constituted some form of defense, “And those were Lawrence’s warblers you’ve potentially scared away.” Their expression went sour, looking back at the tree in which they were perched, “God, I wouldn’t know where to start again…”
People like Aurora Bartender (hey, if Madisyn didn't know her name now, she never was going to) were simply real life internet trolls. If this were online discourse, all Madi would have to do was block and report, and then click out of her comments. Anything but engage.
But this wasn't online, this was real life. And it might have been the smartest thing to do, but ignoring A.B (previously standing for Aurora Bartender but right now Annoying Bitch seemed to be more apt) and heading straight into the diner seemed like defeat.
"Oh I'm sorry, am I supposed to be some kind of creep who has your schedule taped to my wall? Was I supposed to have followed you around and take note of what time you clocked in?" She questioned. "Literally, I asked for a favor. I wasn't exactly asking for like...a lock of your fucking hair to sell on eBay." Which was, incidentally enough, a message Madisyn had once received on Instagram. "I have a business. It means I can be flexible with my time."
She flinched when A.B stepped over, flinging a shoulder around her, trying her best to shake her off. "Ew! This is harassment." She declared, rolling her eyes at her assumption. "No, I wasn't calling them I...what am I even doing? I don't need to explain anything to you."
The look on Madisyn's face when she saw her was almost too good and Jeanie barely repressed a laugh. “Hey man, technically you wasted your own time,” she pointed out. “You're the one that messaged me... and in my free time, by the way. Y'know most people prefer to leave work at home when they clock out right? Hm. I guess that's hard to do when your job is... what's your job again?”
It was impossible in her presence—or at least Jeanie had decided it was—to decide whether to be more outraged at the woman's audacity or in awe of it. Entitled customers and difficult people were the norm in customer service, usually she wouldn't even bat an eyelid about it, but Madisyn was just so bold about it. Jeanie had to admire that just a little bit. At the very least it was entertaining. “A very important call, huh?” Really, she knew she was doing too much but she was on a roll now. Jeanie flung one around Madisyn's shoulders with the air of somebody about to impart incredible wisdom. “I hope you're not harassing the good people of The Labyrinth about free cocktails because lemme tell you... they'll be way worse than me.”
tagging @themadisynhuang
People like Aurora Bartender (hey, if Madisyn didn't know her name now, she never was going to) were simply real life internet trolls. If this were online discourse, all Madi would have to do was block and report, and then click out of her comments. Anything but engage.
But this wasn't online, this was real life. And it might have been the smartest thing to do, but ignoring A.B (previously standing for Aurora Bartender but right now Annoying Bitch seemed to be more apt) and heading straight into the diner seemed like defeat.
"Oh I'm sorry, am I supposed to be some kind of creep who has your schedule taped to my wall? Was I supposed to have followed you around and take note of what time you clocked in?" She questioned. "Literally, I asked for a favor. I wasn't exactly asking for like...a lock of your fucking hair to sell on eBay." Which was, incidentally enough, a message Madisyn had once received on Instagram. "I have a business. It means I can be flexible with my time."
She flinched when A.B stepped over, flinging a shoulder around her, trying her best to shake her off. "Ew! This is harassment." She declared, rolling her eyes at her assumption. "No, I wasn't calling them I...what am I even doing? I don't need to explain anything to you."
The look on Madisyn's face when she saw her was almost too good and Jeanie barely repressed a laugh. “Hey man, technically you wasted your own time,” she pointed out. “You're the one that messaged me... and in my free time, by the way. Y'know most people prefer to leave work at home when they clock out right? Hm. I guess that's hard to do when your job is... what's your job again?”
It was impossible in her presence—or at least Jeanie had decided it was—to decide whether to be more outraged at the woman's audacity or in awe of it. Entitled customers and difficult people were the norm in customer service, usually she wouldn't even bat an eyelid about it, but Madisyn was just so bold about it. Jeanie had to admire that just a little bit. At the very least it was entertaining. “A very important call, huh?” Really, she knew she was doing too much but she was on a roll now. Jeanie flung one around Madisyn's shoulders with the air of somebody about to impart incredible wisdom. “I hope you're not harassing the good people of The Labyrinth about free cocktails because lemme tell you... they'll be way worse than me.”
tagging @themadisynhuang
Hi y’all!! I would like to make a bit of an important post here about someone named Zlorb. They have been harassing and stalking one of my friends, Wurm, for a couple of months now have has seriously drained their energy. I and 2 others (including Wurm) have decided to make a doc that contains when it started and what’s going on currently. Please give this some attention and DON’T harass Zlorb, they only want attention. Please do not go look though any of their tweets on their main since in contains NSFW content. Please do not give them views since that’s what they want to. Block and report their account and their alts listed on the doc as much as you want. We want to try and get this person to stop already.
In the doc I have typed everything out while Wurm gave me screenshots and evidence of everything that has happened so far. We are trying to update as frequently as we can.
That’s all, thanks!!
Me and those who like to eat when...
Updated: September 5, 2024
Reworked Character #6: Nadia Cassel
POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, neglect, stalking, and SA.
Real name: Nadège Véronique Comtois
Alias: Blurting Mosquito Fiend
Occupation: Private of the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. and a tactical scientist for the Amadeus Syndicate (formerly)
Retirement plans: Become a professional forensic scientist, acquire a private jet, and establish an art studio and an ethical science lab
Special skills: Marksmanship, piloting, forensic science, knowledge of biological agents and toxins, and creating detailed, observational drawings of enemy positions and terrain
Imperfect clone abilities: At her own will, she can rapidly regenerate missing limbs and organs, minimising blood loss and restoring her body to its original form without the need for medical aid. Her blood possesses extraordinary healing properties, capable of instantly curing non-lethal ailments, skin punctures, and all manner of burns. When Nadia opens her mouth wide and flexibly shifts her upper and lower front teeth, she reveals four syringe-like fangs, which are neatly concealed within the hard palate. These fangs enable her to consume the blood of other living beings and replenish her own lost vital fluid.
Her body is resistant to all lethal toxins and pathogens. Moreover, she possesses incredible agility and can move at hyperspeeds. Notably, her pancreas, shielded by a thick layer of blubber, has the unique ability to produce a bile-infused silk. She utilises this silk to puke up robust, ensnaring nets that capture her victims and slowly burn them with its corrosive properties. Nadia’s hands feature reseda chartreuse eyes with feline pupils, granting her night vision, and her fingernails are entirely fleshy, concealing retractable claws made of an adamantine greenish-yellow material.
Hobbies: Painting landscapes, going on shopping sprees (she often buys gifts for her comrades and friends), reading books on anatomy, messing around with flight simulation software, and eating large quantities of food after each mission
Likes: Trevor (her only best friend who she has slight romantic feelings for), sweet and spicy foods, giving everyone nicknames, maintaining her figure, and the one time she accidentally ate a butterfly
Dislikes: Starvation, genetically modified organisms (GMOs), getting unnecessarily dirty, people telling her to “shut up”, and individuals that she views as scary and incapable of having fun (such as Tequila and Eri)
Favourite food: Coq au vin, phaal curry, and candy
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Female
Age: 12 (in 2022), 18 (in 2028), 20 (in 2030), 22 (in 2032), 24 (in 2034), 31 (in 2041), 33 (in 2043), 34 (in 2044), and 37 (in 2047)
Blood type: B+
Weight: 120 lbs. (54 kg)
Design: She’s a 5’ 4” (162.56 cm) French ectomorph with a gracefully thin body, small breasts, curvaceous hips, sloping shoulders, and a serpentine tongue covered in microscopic spikes. She has limestone skin and possesses feline-like pupils that transform into vertical slits only when she opens her mouth wide enough to reveal her concealed fangs. Her eyes are heterochromatic with her right eye being a warm amber, while her left eye is grey-green with brown flecks. Nadia has a few moles: one on the right side of her chin; one near the corner of her left eye; two above her left breast; one on the back of her right hand; and one slightly below her right knee.
She has raspberry hair with voluminous curls that reach her waist, but she often ties them into pigtails with stretchy reseda green hair bands. She has a silvery-pink birthmark on her left shoulder, almost shaped like a crescent moon with three protruding spikes. A large circular patch on her upper back is stripped of skin, exposing crimson muscles and purplish veins, and her greenish-yellow spine is partially protruding.
Her military gear consists of a metal dog tag necklace with her name, an avocado green tank top, and mid-calf socks with black and white zebra stripes. She wears Argentine blue neoprene gloves, reseda green leather belt, and a champagne-hued vest with the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. insignia on the back. She wears navy blue army cargo pants tucked into twilight lavender combat boots with spiked soles. She also wears a dirty white lab coat, black knee pads, a case for her stun gun, and a gun holster for a handgun. Her vest has two hidden strapped compartments to hold up to two firearms when needed, but they’re often accompanied by a bonesaw and a 7.62mm AR-10 Autorifle.
The pockets of Nadia’s vest carry around a pocket knife, a sticky note pad, a red pin, a black cellphone with a metallic green case, a blue pin, and a bag of macadamia nuts. In the pockets of her lab coat, she carries an orange-and-white cat plushie with blue eyes and an emerald green tie named Melekhai (used for stress relief), along with a small box of frosted sugar cookies. She wears a forest green waist pack containing a bottle of laxatives and two blood packs for snacking. Attached to the left side of her belt is a square-shaped pouch with a clear plastic window, showcasing balls of bubblegum and lollipops in different colours inside. The pouch features an amaranth pink outline, feline ears with bluish-white fur, a pistachio-hued strap with a black button clasp, and a metallic silver zipper.
Over her tank top, she dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries around her walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. She wears two dark brown bandoliers that cross over her body in an X-shape, each holding grenades. Nadia carries around a navy blue load-bearing backpack that contains camping equipment, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, greenish-black gas masks for crewmates without them, a medical kit, liquid and pill bottles of cures and deadly chemicals, a sketchbook, and a set of drawing pencils with two erasers and a sharpener.
She also wields a specialised rifle that fires needles containing transformative liquids, capable of altering humans into simian or mantis creatures. Additionally, she carries purplish rolling bombs that contain mummifying breath and throwable canisters filled with a zombie-inducing orangish phlegm that explodes upon impact. She wears safety goggles, star-shaped lavender spinel earrings that dangle from her ears, and a non-dangling peridot belly ring piercing.
Personality: She boasts swift wit and inventive verbal humour, often outsmarting her foes with clever sabotage tactics. Despite being a childish, happy-go-lucky, and sassy goofball, she has a surprisingly intelligent and cynical side, but she loves to indulge her silly and jubilant nature. Due to her fondness for her exceptional intellect, she sometimes perceives other people as “intellectually inferior” to herself. She conceals her bitterness and wariness of strangers behind a facade of playful teasing, mischievous pranks, sarcastic remarks, and a charming smile. She has a fondness for assigning nicknames to those around her, including friends and foes alike. For instance, she has nicknamed Marco as "Markie", Tarma as "Tarms", Eri as "Rie", Fio as "Fifi", Trevor as "Trevie", Ralf as "Ralfeezy", Clark as "Clarkster", Hyakutaro as "Hyaro", Tequila as "Tequi", Gimlet as "Gimbo", Red Eye as "Dey-Dey", Walter as “Walty”, Tyra as “Rara”, Madoka as “Doka”, General Morden as "Mordy", Allen O'Neil as "Allio", and Ptolemaios as "Ptolema".
She demonstrates her loyalty to her friends by nurturing their relationships and showing platonic affection, often showering them with hugs and kisses. She's a friendly, humorous, and talkative busybody with a passion for creative expression and thrill-seeking adventures, which give her a taste of what it truly means to live. Despite efforts to maintain her supermodel figure, she has developed mild bulimia nervosa; while trying to resist the urge, she sometimes purges after eating. Additionally, she struggles with obsessive-compulsive disorder, manifesting as a fear of contamination, anxiety about misplacing valuable items, and a need for order and balance. She also experiences distressing thoughts, including fears of losing control, harming loved ones, and intrusive thoughts about sexual subjects.
She takes a disturbing pleasure in obliterating her enemies, often letting out a maniacal laugh as she does so. Outside of military work, she often dodges unwanted tasks by concocting elaborate schemes (frequently with Trevor's help) to avoid them. However, her plans often backfire, resulting in trouble for neglecting her duties. Moreover, she has a tendency to slack off during missions, especially when she becomes bored and her attention wanders to more exciting things. When she gets into trouble, especially when it involves people she has convinced to join her antics, she often tries to deflect responsibility by feigning innocence and shifting the blame onto others.
She possesses a fairly compassionate, laid-back disposition, which she only reveals to those closest to her. She's deadly serious when needed and isn't afraid to intimidate people or berate individuals for doing something irrational or dangerous. She has a strong disdain for individuals who exhibit predatory behaviour, such as perverts and stalkers, and is unafraid to call them out and mock their actions mercilessly.
She's quite gluttonous and becomes quickly hangry when she's extremely hungry and there's nothing to eat at the moment. She's an eavesdropper with a curious habit of inspecting, poking, probing, and even biting anything that piques her interest. She struggles with touch starvation, feeling somewhat emotionally disconnected from others, and harbours a deep-seated resentment towards being ignored by those around her. She harbours intense resentment towards her mother due to her neglectful behaviour and excessive focus on satisfying scientific curiosity, which comes at the expense of considering others' needs and forming meaningful connections with them.
Backstory: Nadège Véronique Comtois was born on August 6, 2010 in Quimper, France. She was created in a test tube through advanced Martian cloning technology and the DNA of Ghyslaine Laëtitia Comtois, her clone mother and founder of the Amadeus Syndicate, in an underground laboratory. Initially, Ghyslaine's interest in Nadia was rooted in scientific curiosity. She conducted psychological and sociological experiments to explore the similarities and differences between them. During this period, Nadia longed to experience the outside world and connect with her clone mother. Unfortunately, Ghyslaine's focus on research led her to neglect Nadia's emotional needs. She treated her more like a guinea pig than a human being, providing minimal motherly comfort and attention.
At the age of 9, Ghyslaine decided it was time for Nadia to explore the outside world, which filled her clone daughter with excitement. Together, Nadia experienced her first-ever outing to a shopping district and explored several notable attractions in Quimper, including the Breton County Museum, the Fine Arts Museum, and the Faience Museum. This experience sparked Nadia's curiosity in modelling and the creative arts.
However, her mother had other plans. Ghyslaine envisioned Nadia following in her footsteps as a renowned scientist and eventual heir to the Amadeus Syndicate. To nurture this ambition, Ghyslaine frequently presented Nadia with books on biology and chemistry, encouraging her to delve into the sciences. She encouraged Nadia to cover the unusual features on her palms and upper back by wearing neoprene gloves and modest clothing in order to avoid drawing unnecessary attention or judgement from others.
By the age of 11, Nadia had become proficient in biology and chemistry, thanks to her mother's guidance. She began attending school after being previously homeschooled by Ghyslaine and other Amadeus Syndicate scientists. Although her school years were uneventful, Nadia occasionally faced bullying due to her intense interests in science, modelling, and the creative arts, as well as her unusual habit of wearing neoprene gloves to conceal her hand-eyes.
However, the bullying ceased after rumours circulated that she had intimidated a school bully by revealing her hidden snake fangs–a claim that was surprisingly true. Nadia's clone mother was indifferent to her academic pursuits but drew a firm line at harming others and divulging confidential information about the Amadeus Syndicate.
During her high school years, Nadia frequently skipped classes to go shopping, feeling that she already possessed a strong grasp of the material being taught in her courses. To avoid arousing suspicion about her exceptional intelligence, she intentionally performed poorly on a few tests. After completing high school, she promptly enrolled in a two-year college art program, specialising in landscape drawing for animation studios, before pursuing forensic science at the university level.
During her forensic studies at university, Nadia unexpectedly became an e-celeb supermodel who goes by the name of Nadia Cassel, doing so for the sheer enjoyment of it. Although her rise to fame was modest at best, she didn't mind, as she revelled in the opportunity to be herself and try something new. She formed a close bond with a fan from Launceston, Tasmania, Australia, Ophelia Clementine Rourke (whom she affectionately calls Ophie), who would later become a fighter plane pilot in the Regular Army. However, as her fame as an e-celeb supermodel grew, she started to attract unwanted attention from predatory individuals, which caused her significant distress.
The stress of her forensic studies and the pressures of being a supermodel took a toll on Nadia's mental health, leading to the development of OCD and bulimia nervosa. Her struggles with maintaining a strict diet, keeping her model-worthy figure, and need for control became overwhelming. Eventually, Nadia made the decision to quit modelling, as her mental health issues began to impact her studies. In a disturbing incident, she recalls defending herself against a stalker who attempted to assault and cannibalise her in her own home. The attack led to her involuntarily consuming the stalker's blood, unleashing a sadistic streak she never knew she had.
Once her forensic studies were completed, Nadia decided to pursue her pilot's licence, convinced by Ophie to join the tactical efforts of the Regular Army. After obtaining her licence and receiving military training, Ghyslaine permitted Nadia to join the Amadeus Syndicate as a tactical scientist. She proved to be highly successful, making a name for herself as she pushed the boundaries of scientific understanding in biology and chemistry. Nadia supplied the Regular Army with stable bioweapons, gas masks, and advocated for training recruits on the dangers of biological hazards.
During a joint tactical mission with the Amadeus Syndicate and Regular Army against a bioterrorist attack, Nadia met Trevor and quickly formed a friendship with him. Eventually, she soon discovered her clone mother's sinister plan for world domination and godhood, leading her to leave the Syndicate. Nadia also learned that she was indirectly responsible for the sexual assault of an injured Marco, an event that severely damaged the relationship between the Regular Army and Amadeus Syndicate. Horrified by Ghyslaine's actions, she defected to the Regular Army, dedicating herself to defending Earth against global threats. She vaguely recalls attempting to poison Ghyslaine by lacing her bitter coffee with powdered cyanide, but the plan backfired when another scientist accidentally drank from the cup instead.
She eventually joined the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. after befriending Fio and earning a sliver of respect from Eri. This was due to her impressive performance as a prospective agent, where she swiftly identified the chemical composition of a new illicit drug that had been baffling the Intelligence Agency. She achieved this by obtaining crucial documents and conducting rigorous, ethical experiments. Following the Survival Island Occupation, she provided crucial assistance to the hostages and kidnapped cadets who had been transformed into grotesque simian and mantis creatures, administering cures that successfully restored them to their human form.
Updated: October 14, 2024
Reworked Character #6: Nadia Cassel
POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, neglect, abuse, kidnapping, stalking, cannibalism, and SA.
Real name: Nadège Véronique Comtois
Alias: Perky Foodie
Occupation: Private of the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S., fighter pilot for the Regular Army, and a tactical scientist for the Amadeus Syndicate (formerly)
Retirement plans: Become a professional forensic scientist, acquire a private jet, and establish an art studio and an ethical science lab
Special skills: Marksmanship, piloting, forensic science, knowledge of biological agents and toxins, and creating detailed, observational drawings of enemy positions and terrain
Imperfect clone abilities: At her own will, she can rapidly regenerate missing limbs and organs, minimising blood loss and restoring her body to its original form without the need for medical aid. Her blood possesses extraordinary healing properties, capable of instantly curing non-lethal ailments, skin punctures, and all manner of burns. When Nadia opens her mouth wide and flexibly shifts her upper and lower front teeth, she reveals four syringe-like fangs, which are neatly concealed within the hard palate. These fangs enable her to consume the blood of other living beings and replenish her own lost vital fluid.
Her body is resistant to all lethal toxins and pathogens. Moreover, she possesses incredible agility and can move at hyperspeeds. Notably, her pancreas, shielded by a thick layer of blubber, has the unique ability to produce a bile-infused silk. She utilises this silk to puke up robust, ensnaring nets that capture her victims and slowly burn them with its corrosive properties. Nadia’s hands feature reseda chartreuse eyes with feline pupils, granting her night vision, and her fingernails are entirely fleshy, concealing retractable claws made of an adamantine greenish-yellow material.
Hobbies: Painting landscapes, going on shopping sprees (she often buys gifts for her comrades and friends), reading books on anatomy, messing around with flight simulation software, and eating large quantities of food after each mission
Likes: Trevor, food, the Walking Machines, maintaining her figure, and the one time she accidentally ate a butterfly
Dislikes: Starvation, genetically modified organisms (GMOs), getting unnecessarily dirty, people doubting her fashion advice and telling her to keep her mouth shut, and individuals that she views as scary and incapable of having fun (such as Tequila and Eri)
Favourite food: Coq au vin, phaal curry, and anything sweet and sugary
Favourite drink: Cotton candy soda
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Female
Age: 12 (in 2022), 18 (in 2028), 20 (in 2030), 22 (in 2032), 24 (in 2034), 31 (in 2041), 33 (in 2043), 34 (in 2044), and 37 (in 2047)
Blood type: B+
Weight: 120 lbs. (54 kg)
Design: She’s a 5’ 4” (162.56 cm) French ectomorph with a gracefully thin body, small breasts, curvaceous hips, sloping shoulders, and a serpentine tongue covered in microscopic spikes. She has limestone skin and possesses feline-like pupils that transform into vertical slits only when she opens her mouth wide enough to reveal her concealed fangs. Her eyes are heterochromatic with her right eye being a warm amber, while her left eye is grey-green with brown flecks. Nadia has a few moles: one on the right side of her chin; one near the corner of her left eye; two above her left breast; one on the back of her right hand; and one slightly below her right knee.
She has raspberry red hair with voluminous curls that reach her waist, but she often ties it into two pigtails with stretchy reseda green hair bands. She has a silvery-pink birthmark on her left shoulder, almost shaped like a crescent moon with three protruding spikes. A large circular patch on her upper back is stripped of skin, exposing crimson muscles and purplish veins, and her greenish-yellow spine is partially protruding.
Her military gear consists of a metal dog tag necklace with her name, an avocado green tank top, and mid-calf socks with black and white zebra stripes. She wears Argentine blue neoprene gloves, reseda green leather belt with a snap-on silver buckle, and a champagne-hued vest with the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. insignia on the back. She wears navy blue army cargo pants tucked into twilight lavender combat boots with spiked soles. She also wears a dirty white lab coat, black knee pads, a case for her stun gun, and a gun holster for a handgun.
The pockets of Nadia’s vest carry around a pocket knife, a sticky note pad, a red pin, a black cellphone with a metallic green case, a blue pin, and a bag of macadamia nuts. In the pockets of her lab coat, she carries an orange-and-white cat plushie with blue eyes and an emerald green tie named Melekhai (used for stress relief), along with a caramel-filled chocolate candy bar in silver wrapping and a small pine-wood box of strawberry frosted sugar cookies. She wears a forest green waist pack containing a bottle of laxatives and two blood packs for snacking. Attached to the left side of her belt is a square-shaped pouch with a clear plastic window, showcasing balls of bubblegum and lollipops in different colours inside. The pouch features an amaranth pink outline, feline ears with bluish-white fur, a pistachio-hued strap with a black button clasp, and a metallic silver zipper.
Over her tank top, she dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries around her walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. She wears two dark brown bandoliers that cross over her body in an X-shape, each holding grenades. Nadia carries around a navy blue load-bearing backpack that contains camping equipment, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, a 7.62mm AR-10 Autorifle, a medical kit, and liquid and pill bottles of cures and deadly chemicals. She carries greenish-black gas masks, similar to those worn by the Ptolemaic Army special forces, to her teammates who needed them. She also carries around a painting kit, her mint green sketchbook with bubblegum pink polka dots, and a set of drawing pencils with two erasers and a sharpener.
She also wields a specialised rifle that fires needles containing transformative liquids, capable of altering humans into simian or mantis creatures. Additionally, she carries purplish rolling bombs that contain mummifying breath and throwable canisters filled with a zombie-inducing orangish phlegm that explodes upon impact. She wears safety goggles, star-shaped lavender spinel earrings that dangle from her ears, and a non-dangling peridot belly ring piercing.
Character summary: She boasts swift wit and inventive verbal humour, often outsmarting her foes with clever sabotage tactics. Despite being a childish, happy-go-lucky, and sassy goofball, she has a surprisingly intelligent and cynical side, but she loves to indulge her silly and jubilant nature. Due to her fondness for her exceptional intellect, she sometimes perceives other people as “intellectually inferior” to herself. She conceals her bitterness and wariness of strangers behind a facade of playful teasing, mischievous pranks, sarcastic remarks, and a charming smile. She cherishes her friendship with Trevor, who is her first true best friend. She appreciates his laid-back nature and ability to understand her effortlessly. Over time, she has developed subtle romantic feelings for him, largely due to his hacking expertise and the enjoyable quality time they share. However, she has become adept at concealing these emotions.
She demonstrates her loyalty to her friends by nurturing their relationships and showing platonic affection, often showering them with hugs and kisses. She's a fearless advocate for herself and others, refusing to tolerate bullying or any form of mistreatment, and will boldly speak out against it. She has a fondness for assigning nicknames to those around her, including friends and foes alike. For instance, she has nicknamed Marco as "Markie", Tarma as "Tarms", Eri as "Rie", Fio as "Fifi", Trevor as "Trevie", Ralf as "Ralfeezy", Clark as "Clarkster", Hyakutaro as "Hyaro", Tequila as "Tequi", Gimlet as "Gimbo", Red Eye as "Dey-Dey", Walter as “Walty”, Tyra as “Rara”, Allen Jr. as “Allency”, Madoka as “Doka”, General Morden as "Mordy", Allen O'Neil as "Allio", and Ptolemaios as "Ptolema".
She's a friendly, humorous, and talkative busybody with a passion for creative expression and thrill-seeking adventures, which give her a taste of what it truly means to live. Despite efforts to maintain her supermodel figure, she has developed mild bulimia nervosa; while trying to resist the urge, she sometimes purges after eating. Additionally, she struggles with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), manifesting as a fear of contamination, anxiety about misplacing valuable items, and a need for order and balance. She also experiences distressing thoughts, including fears of losing control, harming loved ones, and intrusive thoughts about sexual subjects. Whenever she hears about child abuse or unethical experiments, she becomes visibly shaken, her mind goes numb, and she withdraws socially for a few hours, succumbing to a melancholic state.
She takes a disturbing pleasure in obliterating her enemies, often letting out a maniacal laugh as she does so. Her humour is a unique blend of lighthearted and dark, peppered with French phrases, occasional broken English (a reminder that it's not her first language), and sprinkled with Korean expressions that Trevor has taught her. Outside of military work, she often dodges unwanted tasks by concocting elaborate schemes (frequently with Trevor's help) to avoid them. However, her plans often backfire, resulting in trouble for neglecting her duties. Moreover, she has a tendency to slack off during missions, especially when she becomes bored and her attention wanders to more exciting things. When she gets into trouble, especially when it involves people she has convinced to join her antics, she often tries to deflect responsibility by feigning innocence and shifting the blame onto others.
She possesses a fairly compassionate, laid-back disposition, which she only reveals to those closest to her. She's overconfident about her looks and seems unfazed by how people react to her inhuman features, yet she draws the line at absurd and unattainable beauty standards. She's deadly serious when needed and isn't afraid to intimidate people or berate individuals for doing something irrational or dangerous. She has a strong disdain for individuals who exhibit predatory behaviour, such as perverts and stalkers, and is unafraid to call them out and mock their actions mercilessly. She despises unnecessary secrecy and eugenics, opposing the lack of transparency and the racist underpinnings of genetic manipulation aimed at "improving" human populations.
She's quite gluttonous and becomes quickly hangry when she's extremely hungry and there's nothing to eat at the moment. She's an eavesdropper with a curious habit of inspecting, poking, probing, and even biting anything that piques her interest. She grapples with touch starvation, feeling emotionally isolated from others, and deeply dislikes being overlooked or ignored by those around her. She harbours intense resentment towards her mother due to her neglectful behaviour and excessive focus on satisfying scientific curiosity, which comes at the expense of considering others' needs and forming meaningful connections with them. She’s appalled by her mother's callous disregard for the pain she inflicts on others as well as the secrecy surrounding their family's lineage and her status as an imperfect clone.
Backstory: Nadège Véronique Comtois was born on August 6, 2010 in Quimper, France. She was created in a test tube through advanced Martian cloning technology and the DNA of Ghyslaine Laëtitia Comtois, her clone mother and founder of the Amadeus Syndicate, in an underground laboratory. Initially, Ghyslaine's interest in Nadège was rooted in scientific curiosity. She conducted psychological and sociological experiments to explore the similarities and differences between them. Ghyslaine would overfeed Nadège, only to discover that her daughter had an abnormal metabolism, making it challenging for her to gain weight. Unintentionally, Ghyslaine fueled Nadège's affection for junk food. At age 7, Ghyslaine subjected Nadège to a disturbing and unethical experiment, forcibly inducing puberty and sterilising her daughter as part of a eugenics test. During this period, Nadège longed to experience the outside world and connect with her clone mother. Unfortunately, Ghyslaine's focus on research led her to neglect Nadège’s emotional needs. She treated her more like a guinea pig than a human being, providing minimal motherly comfort and attention.
At the age of 9, Ghyslaine decided it was time for Nadège to explore the outside world, which filled her clone daughter with excitement. Together, Nadège experienced her first-ever outing to a shopping district and explored several notable attractions in Quimper, including the Breton County Museum, the Fine Arts Museum, and the Faience Museum. She received Melekhai as a reward for being well-behaved, and she still holds onto the plushie very dearly since it was the first heartfelt gift her clone mother gave her. Her experience with the outside world sparked Nadège’s curiosity in modelling and the creative arts.
However, her mother had other plans. Ghyslaine envisioned Nadège following in her footsteps as a renowned scientist and eventual heir to the Amadeus Syndicate. To nurture this ambition, Ghyslaine frequently presented Nadège with books on biology and chemistry, encouraging her to delve into the sciences. She encouraged Nadège to cover the unusual features on her palms and upper back by wearing neoprene gloves and modest clothing in order to avoid drawing unnecessary attention or judgement from others.
By the age of 11, Nadège had become proficient in biology and chemistry, thanks to her mother's guidance. She began attending school after being previously homeschooled by Ghyslaine and other Amadeus Syndicate scientists. Although her school years were uneventful, Nadia occasionally faced bullying due to her intense interests in science, modelling, and the creative arts, as well as her unusual habit of wearing neoprene gloves to conceal her hand-eyes.
However, the bullying ceased after rumours circulated that she had intimidated and bitten a school bully by revealing her hidden snake fangs—a claim that was surprisingly true. Nadège’s clone mother was indifferent to her academic pursuits but drew a firm line at harming others and divulging confidential information about the Amadeus Syndicate. When Ghyslaine learned about this incident, she smacked her in the face, then confined her to a padded room with two blood bags and a fresh corpse for three hours. As dinnertime approached, Nadège's hunger grew, leading her to make the desperate decision to consume the contents of the blood bags and feed on the fresh corpse.
During her high school years, Nadège frequently skipped classes to go shopping, feeling that she already possessed a strong grasp of the material being taught in her courses. To avoid arousing suspicion about her exceptional intelligence, she intentionally performed poorly on a few tests. During this time, she experienced significant weight gain, which unfortunately led to bullying and negative comments about her appearance. However, she handled the situation with confidence and resilience, effectively standing up for herself and dismissing the hurtful remarks. After completing high school, she promptly enrolled in a two-year college art program, specialising in landscape drawing for animation studios, before pursuing forensic science at the university level.
During her forensic studies at university, Nadège unexpectedly became an e-celeb supermodel who goes by the name of Nadia Cassel, doing so for the sheer enjoyment of it. Although her rise to fame was modest at best, she didn't mind, as she revelled in the opportunity to be herself and try something new. She formed a close bond with an orange-haired fan from Launceston, Tasmania, Australia, Ophelia Clementine Rourke (whom she affectionately calls Ophie), who would later become a fighter plane pilot for the Regular Army.
However, as her fame as an e-celeb supermodel grew, she started to attract unwanted attention from predatory individuals, which caused her significant distress. Her situation intensified when she inadvertently revealed her hand-eyes during a livestream, leading to an escalation of online harassment. After a deranged fan attempted to kidnap and sexually assault her, she empowered herself by obtaining a gun licence and rigorously training to use a firearm, becoming a skilled markswoman.
The stress of her forensic studies and the pressures of being a supermodel took a toll on Nadia's mental health, leading to the development of OCD and bulimia nervosa. Her struggles with maintaining a strict diet, keeping her model-worthy figure, and need for control became overwhelming. Eventually, Nadège made the decision to quit modelling, as her mental health issues began to impact her studies. However, she kept the name of her e-celeb persona because she liked it. In a disturbing incident, she recalls defending herself against a stalker who attempted to assault and cannibalise her in her own home. The attack led to her involuntarily consuming the stalker's blood, unleashing a sadistic streak she never knew she had.
After completing her forensic studies, Nadia prioritised fitness to maintain her physical well-being. Having achieved her ideal body weight, she shifted her focus to obtaining her pilot's licence, inspired by Ophie to join the Regular Army's tactical operations. After obtaining her licence and receiving military training, Ghyslaine permitted Nadia to join the Amadeus Syndicate as a tactical scientist. She proved to be highly successful, making a name for herself as she pushed the boundaries of scientific understanding in biology and chemistry. Nadia supplied the Regular Army with stable bioweapons, gas masks, and advocated for training recruits on the dangers of biological hazards. During a joint tactical mission with the Amadeus Syndicate and Regular Army against a bioterrorist attack, Nadia met Trevor and quickly formed a friendship with him.
While searching Ghyslaine's office for documents for a chemical experiment, she stumbled upon classified test results revealing her true nature: an imperfect clone. The discovery shook her to her core. Further investigation led her to her clone mother's journal, exposing a dark family legacy of illicit collaborations with government agencies, inhumane wildlife experimentation, and development of devastating bioweapons and malicious computer viruses. Most alarming, however, was Ghyslaine's megalomaniacal plan for global domination and self-deification. Horrified, she contemplated abandoning the Syndicate, yet for mysterious reasons, she chose to stay.
During her work on a disease cure in South Africa, Nadia uncovered disturbing information: Ghyslaine sexually assaulted Marco, who was injured at the time. This traumatic event had far-reaching consequences, severely straining relations between the Regular Army and the Amadeus Syndicate. Horrified by Ghyslaine's actions, she defected to the Regular Army, dedicating herself to defending Earth against global threats. She vaguely recalls attempting to poison Ghyslaine by lacing her bitter coffee with powdered cyanide, but the plan backfired when another scientist accidentally drank from the cup instead.
She eventually joined the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. after befriending Fio and earning a sliver of respect from Eri. This was due to her impressive performance as a prospective agent, where she swiftly identified the chemical composition of a new illicit drug that had been baffling the Intelligence Agency. She achieved this by obtaining crucial documents and conducting rigorous, ethical experiments. Following the Survival Island Occupation, she provided crucial assistance to the hostages and kidnapped cadets who had been transformed into grotesque simian and mantis creatures, administering cures that successfully restored them to their human form.