Muse Info
πΉName: Amelia
π΅οΈAge: "Dead things don't age!" [18 y/o]
π»Sexuality: "I like everyone!" [Pan]
πΏOccupation: Therapy Bioweapon
πͺ»Extra: The plant in her head's a defense mechanism. It shoots pollen of different types to keep her safe. Each flower is a different emotion.
A network of roots webbing themselves in my nervous system is the only thing keeping me alive. I'm not even a full human being, undeath aside.
Part vegetation, part of the earth herself. But an affront to every part of the natural order.
I'm not supposed to be here.
Forced to forget. Every re-plant a new mind wipe.
Why can't I remember?
Why can't I remember everything before the needles and implants, skin grafts and suturing?
I want to remember what made me who I was prior to all of this.
I need to find out who Amelia really is.
Do I have to live to serve?
Serve to live?
Is this all I have to look forward to is being a lapdog for someone higher in societal status?
I was human once, why is my undeath the one factor taking my humanity away from me?
ββ Leon Kennedy
π€ β bi ~ male preference
π€ β cannon x cannon & oc friendly
π€ β 49 ~ vampiric portrayal of leon
π€ β mixed cannon & hc