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2015 Nanowrimo challenge, Day 8
Sunday, November 8th, 2015 10:29 pmNot gonna lie, today’s @snarktheater question makes me feel like I’m going back to my old RP days :P
Day 8: Pick a female character from your story and have her introduce herself to us.
My name’s Izzy Lightwood and I’m a Shadowhunter.
I like fashion, especially prosthetic lines–I should show you my legs some day, I have killer models, top of the art. I even make my own on occasions–they’re harder than computers and I have to ask for help with the Runes sometimes, but they’re pretty cool and good for combat, if I say so myself.
(’Course I do.)
I’ve got three brothers, one younger and two older. Alec even has a parabatai so that makes four. Deesh is currently stationned in Jerusalem so we don’t see a lot of him, but Alec, Max and Jace are always home. We get along fine.
Well, Max is a bit of a brat sometimes but he’s nine. He’ll grow out of it. Jace and Alec are my hunting patners–we’ve been doing our own raids since Alec turned fifteen–so we’re pretty much always together. It’s good for field coordination and it beats being alone, even when Jace is being an ass.
Most of our time’s divided between hunting, preparing our hunts and training so we don’t die on the hunt. Officially, we’re also supposed to patrol to keep things in order but that’s more my parents’ job–they’re the ones who do politics with the Downworlders. And by politics of course, I mean ‘figure out ways to keep them happy enough not to get killed’.
Obviously they’re doing things right, or I wouldn’t be there to alk about it. Besides, Downworlders here stick to themselves, they deal with stuff on their own–I would too, if I were them. They’re better off with my parents than they’d be with anyone the Clave could send. My friend Li says things are more violent in Beijing but I’ve never been there. That would be awkward, mind. I mean, my parents used to be part of this terrorist group back in the days, and from what Li tells me they’ve done too much damage there for it to be safe even for their kids. Oh well.
Who hasn’t killed Downworlder or ten in this job, uh? I mean sure, it’s not the funniest part of the job–it’s not like Demons have families or jobs or lives of any kind–but it’s part of it. And like. I’m fairly sure my parents’ genocidal days are over anyway so. We’ll just avoid China holidays for a lifetime or two and it’ll quiet down, probably. It’s not like people can cry forever.
Oh, there’s one person I left out in the round up. It’s Hodge, our tutor. We’re not allowed to adress him properly–with his short name, I mean. Apparently that’s part of his sentence for wanting to exterminate Downworlders and not being sorry enough about it. I don’t know how he feels about it. I’d hate it if everyone started calling me I—. Nightmare material right there.
Sometimes it keeps me up at night. I mean, it’s the worst thing that can happen to one of ours, after getting Stripped. That’s what the Clave does when you don’t do things the way they want you to. There’s some leeway, of course–babba and anne got away with an attempted massacre so I should know–but it’s not like the Clave is always that lenient. Anne was top of her classes in the academy, and in the elite guards too–otherwise they’d have killed her. Maybe even Stripped her.
They’re harder on girls–and there aren’t many of us so it’s easy for them to keep track. I’m not too worried. I’m the bet whip fighter they’ve seen in a while, and I’m crazy good with electronics–I even figured out how to make landlines work in the Institute! It’s not worth much to the Clave, I know, but in the Outies’ network I’m practically gold. All I have to do is make sure I marry a man and stay in line, and I’m covered.
Shouldn’t be too hard, right?
