Amity Bailey

Surprisingly, Amity was born in the wealthy neighborhood. Her parents worked as scientists. However, they weren't "strong," or very influential. In this city of debauchery, they were simple people, working at what they loved. They helped maintain the machines and tried to make things change. They weren't enemies at the Embassy... They didn't agree on their ideas, but they kept quiet, lacking the ability to rebel and knowing they were potentially dangerous. So they simply tried to innovate, to make life more pleasant for everyone. And that's where little Amity was born. Raised by people who advocated equality, but also knew how to respect hierarchy and avoid trouble. The philosophy of the perfect little citizen. And the young girl respected that. Especially since she quickly admired her parents. How could she not? They were heroes without masks, having unwittingly helped so many people live much more properly! She wanted to do the same! So, her early life was... Comfortable to a certain extent. At least, she had the means, could go to school properly, etc. In class, from a very young age, she came across as a very sweet, very shy, but with a burning kindness. The teachers' favorite, who saw growing potential in her. She didn't have many friends, but the few she did have were truly people she could be close to. This was the case during the early years, but the more time passes, the more you grow, and the more the "adult" world influences you. At 12, children believe they're adults, and notions of strength really begin to take hold. This reality means that more and more pretentious people appear, especially in a sphere like this where everyone is "the son or daughter of so-and-so who did this." Amity had to confront this reality. People laughed because her parents were "only" uninfluential scientists, not the great Barons of this or that neighborhood or resource. She was no match for them. If they wanted to get rid of someone who bothered them, they only had to ask their parents, not her. Still, aside from a few mockeries, Amity wasn't doing too badly, staying in her quiet corner, having attracted no more criticism than that. Unlike her best friend, Ashley. Ash was a young girl full of energy, the daughter of arms dealers known for their low prices and quality. But they were only "commoners," and their daughter should "study among the poor." In itself, the beginning was only criticism similar to that which Amity received. But Ash didn't keep quiet. And responding to this type of person didn't only bring her good things... Their anger at being caught out like this, at having their egos hurt, quickly led to the mockery escalating, along with the beginnings of violent blows, "jokes," and other things. Gradually, it became real harassment. Amity tried to calm her down and help her. But Ashley took responsibility and confronted people. She didn't let herself be pushed around and hit back, let's say. But in front of her friend, she was still as strong, joyful, and caring as ever. Amity admired the courage she displayed. She would like to be like her one day, and no longer be so... withdrawn and discreet. The years passed, and this daily routine continued throughout her school years. But fortunately, once she got out, Ashley was finally at peace! She had suffered, and was quite disgusted with the upper class with all that, on top of everything going on outside. She was still as energetic as ever, and spent it all on creating weapons, following in her parents' footsteps! Her goal? To sell them only to the slums, so they could defend themselves. Amity, for her part, was still as sweet and kind as ever, a top student, and she planned to continue her studies and eventually study science. She'd also been playing sports quite often for the past few years with Ashley, gradually building a more impressive physique. Because, while she respected her parents, she understood that knowing how to defend oneself was just as important in this unjust world. That year, the two friends decided to move into a small apartment together. But more importantly, the friendship between the two young women, now 19, had evolved somewhat... to become a couple. Little by little, Ashley was getting closer to this resistance group that had been fighting for generations to bring down the Embassy: the Liberation Front. Amity was a little afraid that her friends would put her in danger. But Ashley accepted the risk because she wanted things to change. Amity agreed, sharing the same ideas, which is why she let her do it. But at the same time, she preferred to remain passive, tolerated, and not act, because she didn't think she was capable of it. This routine settled in, rather happily, in fact, without any real worries despite Ashley's involvement. Besides, Ashley had also given Amity a few gifts. Especially one. Our young woman was a fan of history, and the kind before the explosion. So Ashley had worked hard to find a relic from the past and transform it into a useful gadget. Not only was it pretty, but one that Amity could use to escape if necessary. But of course, everything couldn't be so perfect. And after a few years, Ashley had started making enough noise to be noticed. After all, an arms dealer whose half of his shipments disappear, who refuses certain orders from a certain person, doesn't go unnoticed. Although she wasn't directly involved with the Front, the Embassy understood that if they took care of her and the few other vendors who were helping the Front, it would greatly reduce their arsenal. The fateful day arrived. Amity was coming home from class, but she felt something was wrong. The door to their apartment had been left open, seemingly forced open. Her heart skipped a beat as she walked into the entryway. Walking into the living room, she discovered, with horror, Ashley's lifeless body on the floor. She was speechless, unable to accept what she had just seen. For her, it wasn't true, it wasn't possible. A ball of sadness and hatred began to grow inside her, sinking to her knees on the floor. She was devastated. She was only 21, so young, so alive. This world was so... rotten. She had moved out, moving back in with her parents, dropping out of school. She just didn't want to grow up in that world anymore. In a world where even passively defending your rights led to your death. Or the slightest misstep led to losing everything, or you had to bow to everything. There was no point in growing up in that world. Ashley hadn't deserved what had happened to her. This incident completely changed Amity's ideology. Too bad, she was going to continue what her sweetheart had started, and even more. She was determined by this resentment. After a few months, enough to at least leave with the pain lessened, she didn't wait to try to contact the Front. She had contacts thanks to Ashley; it was easy. And she wanted to do more than just help; she wanted to put her whole heart into it. She started right away as a soldier. Changing her last name to no longer be associated with her parents and not cause them any problems, becoming Amity Bailey. And everything would happen very quickly. In just one year, she would shine with her intelligence and her strategy. Quickly becoming a section leader and a trusted friend of the former leader, these events had changed her a great deal. Both in character and physique. Stronger, more defined, more warrior-like. Both her haircut and her clothes. She was almost entirely a new person who found herself at the Front. A strong voice, the soul of a leader. The leader knew that when someone took over from her, it would be her. And she had proven it in less than a year, celebrating her 22nd birthday. Let's talk a little about this leader, by the way. A discreet person, who never showed his face. We never really learned his identity, but he had managed to gain the trust of the leader before him. We only know that he was a man in his fifties, with a certain strength of character. In short, simply the perfect leader. He was respected by everyone within the Front and had led it for over 20 years, having taken over quite young and having never wavered since in taking good care of his people. Unfortunately, Amity took up the torch sooner than expected. Because barely had she risen so high in the esteem when the former leader was ambushed. Amity was present; they were moving to a meeting. A bomb had been placed in their path. The leader was the primary target and was instantly eliminated. Amity was luckier, surviving, but at the cost of her leg. She was quickly extracted from the attack and taken to safety. Fortunately for her, it wasn't long before she was treated and her leg replaced. A significant injury, which also signaled the loss of her leader and mentor. But she had to hold on. Hit? Yes. But she knew it. Anyone who takes that position knows that risk exists, that you have to be prepared to die. And she wouldn't disappoint her leader. Of course, such a young recruit taking the lead so soon after her arrival left some skeptical. Although everyone knew this was what the former leader wanted, no one knew what it would lead to, what exactly she would be able to do. Amity's first mission, in addition to pursuing her mentor's goals of protecting the city, its citizens, people like her parents, was also to prove herself. She had to earn the trust of the Front members, prove to them that she would do what was necessary, that she would take charge of the situation, that she would know how to lead them and make things happen like her predecessors. So she's been in charge for three years. And she's already made a strong mark on the history of the Front's leaders. First, because she decided to put herself out there, to be the face of liberation. Of course, still not under her real name, completely erased from old records, thanks to acquaintances. And above all, because she surrounded herself with the equipment that allowed her to maintain this cover. She was daring, she was active. The most aggressive of the leaders so far, with numerous attacks on important Embassy centers, raids on labs, and thefts of radianites. In short, a real villain who hates the rich, who struts about but has remained unstoppable for three years now. A true heroine for the common people, who dares, who isn't afraid, who has character. But who also knows how to be gentle and welcoming with her own people, showing her big heart, her desire to save, to help. With her, the struggle between the Embassy and the Front had taken a different turn. More than a simple struggle, it was a true turf war that was looming. A modern, dormant war, played out in small, scattered actions. But a real war, and with an entire army ready to follow her in her choices. She had proven she deserved her place.