Kizzy

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A designer knows she has achieved perfection
not when there is nothing left to add...

but when there is nothing left to take away.

Legacy
Kizzy Van Nosh
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Background
Full Name Cassandra 'Kizzy' Van Nosh
Age Twenty Four
Profession Metal Worker
Demeanor Deviant
Nature Architect
House Malefactor
Faction Faustian

I

remember so little. It's almost like a dream. When you feel it, it seems so clear, but the moment you try to grasp it, it's further than it ever was. I remember that I was trying to create something, something very beautiful. I think was sculpting the very face of the world, and all I wanted? Perfection. I worked so hard, and so did others like me. Yet, even after we insisted, and insisted that perfection wasn't reached, the ones aside from us? They said our time was over. They said their time had begun, and we needed to step aside.


W

e were so angry. It was a feeling unlike anything I'd ever felt. But beyond that anger, there was another sense. Camaraderie, a bond between us creators that would never die. We knew, we knew that we had allowed this world to begin in imperfection. When humanity took it's first step in our creation, we knew that they would not be given what we had envisioned. That life for them... would be like a slightly misplaced gear. Sure, it might run well for a day, a month, a year, an eon, but with each turn, that imperfection would grow and grow until all was destroyed. To put it in a single word, we were guilty.


T

he war was inevitable for my kind, but so was our defeat. I have a hard time remembering the details. Being locked up for that long? It changes your mind. The loneliness engulfs you. Your obsession becomes everything. My obsession was the imperfection I allowed to exist, and when I escaped? Everything I had feared came true. The world was in chaos. The very shell of the world I had helped to create was falling apart. Mountains were moved, scars ripped through the land. Nothing was where it should be. And humanity? Humanity was... stuck in this purgatory between the mindless ones we had left and the potential we had hoped for. The only thing I could truly remember at this point, was that I had to repair our mistake. I had to create perfection.

In the City
More to come.