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Name Julie Lawry
Canon The Stand (2020 series w/ some book lore to fill in blanks)
Age early 20s but like, the kind of 20s that's seen a lot in their life
From Las Vegas by way of Pratt, Kansas
CWs Pandemic stuff in a big way (seriously, the descriptions can
get gruesome), drugs, alcohol, sex, language, standard
rural American baggage including politics and religion
Canon The Stand (2020 series w/ some book lore to fill in blanks)
Age early 20s but like, the kind of 20s that's seen a lot in their life
From Las Vegas by way of Pratt, Kansas
CWs Pandemic stuff in a big way (seriously, the descriptions can
get gruesome), drugs, alcohol, sex, language, standard
rural American baggage including politics and religion
About.
In 2020, there was a massive pandemic.
No, not that pandemic. A much, much worse one — worse as in, "killed 99.4% of human life on Earth in a month" worse. The pandemic was a biologically-engineered weapon, a strain of influenza known as "Captain Trips" or the "superflu", accidentally unleashed on the American and global population before being perfected. The most contagious and deadly virus ever, spread by even remote contact with the infected, it killed by causing fluids to build up in the body, until eventually the lungs of the infected were completely crushed. In other words, suffocation drawn out over the course of a week or two. Due to the airborne spread of the virus, there was no escape. Every single person who contracted Captain Trips was immediately doomed to a horrific death... and every single person would contract it.
Save for just a few.
For unknown reasons, a miniscule percentage of people had a natural immunity to Captain Trips. There was no logic to this immunity — it wasn't based on race, sex, age or any other trackable information, and there was no time for further study. Immunity was not found in entire families, only in singular individuals who were left to helplessly observe as everyone they ever knew dropped dead in the streets around them. This minute population of survivors watched the entirety of civilization collapse within a month or two, leaving them scattered across the globe, with little access to basic necessities or even each other; all forms of communication were shut down by the United States government in a bid to hide their crimes.
In the USA, the survivors of Captain Trips began to have dreams, summoning them to join one of two figures: Mother Abagail, a devoutly Christian centenarian left in a nursing home in Boulder, CO, who wished to restore the existing structure as a godly society, or Randall Flagg, a man with magical abilities who promised a new kind of society if the dreamer joined him in "New" Vegas, NV, accepting him as their sole leader. The few thousand people left proceeded to make their way toward one herald or the other.
Julie Lawry was the sole survivor of her tiny Kansas town in the middle of nowhere. Using a big box store as her camp, she spent about a month in complete isolation before she was found by two other survivors — Nick Andros, a deaf-mute who lost an eye to the now-rampant violence between people, and Tom Cullen, a mentally handicapped man. Wearing a prom dress, a dozen necklaces, a faux fur jacket and carrying a shotgun, she immediately proved to be talkative, manipulative, desperate for sex, and somewhat of a bully, driving Nick and Tom to leave her behind, even after she apologized. Infuriated by Nick's refusal to accept her apology and bring her with them, she gave chase and attempted to shoot him in the back; she only missed because Tom pushed him out of the way. The men managed to escape and proceed on their way to Boulder, leaving Julie alone again. She was barely out of her teens, left to defend and care for herself in a world that had become lawless and savage, with women on their own frequently kidnapped and kept as sex slaves by roving predators.
After the prophetic dreams struck the people of America, she made her way to New Vegas on her own, on foot, where she ascended into Randall Flagg's inner circle by romantically and sexually manipulating Flagg's lieutenant, Lloyd Henreid. Despite having little true affection or attraction to him, Julie nevertheless used Lloyd's status to catapult herself into the highest echelon of New Vegas society, acting as a sort of de facto "First Lady" in the absence of Flagg's wife, Nadine Cross.
New Vegas was a debauched, libertine society filled with sex, drugs, and indulgence of every kind. The elites, those who pledged loyalty to Flagg and served his whims, populated the Inferno hotel, a plush skyscraper with an empty swimming pool in the center (used for death matches as entertainment, as well as an attempted execution by drowning) and Flagg in the penthouse. Labor was done by those who voluntarily came to the territory and were assigned jobs, but also by a large number of captured slaves who refused to be part of Flagg's vision. While on the surface, life appeared to be all roses from then on out, Flagg's city had one very strict rule, enforced 24/7 by literal thought policing: no one was to ever question Randall Flagg. No, really — he could and did read everyone's thoughts at will. He was capable of flight, teleportation, possession, sending psychic messages, and strength that seemed impossible. He once rended a man limb from limb with his bare hands before eating the heart ripped out from the man's chest. This was done in full view of the hotel's residents, in a descending glass elevator. He did apologize for making a mess, though.
For a few months, things were great. Julie had access to all the glitz and glamour she'd been lacking in her poor, white trash past. Her diet was mostly cocaine and champagne, she was given free range of the many abandoned designer shops in the city, and she had the second most important person in the new world wrapped around her pinkie finger. Power was finally something she had, by virtue of the men around her, and she was directly serving the man she had become truly enamored with, Flagg; her faith in him was whole-hearted and honest, right to the very end. She was directly involved with luring one of the three spies sent from Boulder into Flagg's clutches to die, she was the hostess of a televised public execution, and she was party to knowledge that Flagg was in the process of acquiring a nuclear warhead to drop on the community of Boulder. There was nothing she wouldn't do for Flagg, viewing him almost as a godwho she was also wildly horny for.
The night of the execution, as the pool began to fill with water, two prisoners from Boulder chained to the bottom, she happily bounced around and interviewed Lloyd for the cameras, cheering as Flagg gave a rousing speech before he was to depart for Boulder and drop the bomb on them. Things went wrong quickly. Lloyd broke free of the spell Flagg put on people by enabling their worst instincts, and began to defy the leader. The crowd began to turn on each other as others started to speak against Flagg too. But perhaps most unfortunately, the mentally ill Trash Can Man, tasked with finding the warhead in the desert, brought the weapon to the hotel, rather than the airfield as he'd been told. As the dying man, so sick with radiation poisoning that his skin was peeling off, repeatedly proclaimed his loyalty to Flagg, an otherworldly ball of light descended through a broken skylight.
The ball began to shoot out bolts of lightning, a divine judgment from God(look, it's Stephen King, it's all a big allegory about Christianity). Many of the bolts were targeted toward the running crowd — Julie was directly smited. And then the God-ball set off the warhead and wiped Vegas off the map.
So, you could say things have been rough for her recently.
No, not that pandemic. A much, much worse one — worse as in, "killed 99.4% of human life on Earth in a month" worse. The pandemic was a biologically-engineered weapon, a strain of influenza known as "Captain Trips" or the "superflu", accidentally unleashed on the American and global population before being perfected. The most contagious and deadly virus ever, spread by even remote contact with the infected, it killed by causing fluids to build up in the body, until eventually the lungs of the infected were completely crushed. In other words, suffocation drawn out over the course of a week or two. Due to the airborne spread of the virus, there was no escape. Every single person who contracted Captain Trips was immediately doomed to a horrific death... and every single person would contract it.
Save for just a few.
For unknown reasons, a miniscule percentage of people had a natural immunity to Captain Trips. There was no logic to this immunity — it wasn't based on race, sex, age or any other trackable information, and there was no time for further study. Immunity was not found in entire families, only in singular individuals who were left to helplessly observe as everyone they ever knew dropped dead in the streets around them. This minute population of survivors watched the entirety of civilization collapse within a month or two, leaving them scattered across the globe, with little access to basic necessities or even each other; all forms of communication were shut down by the United States government in a bid to hide their crimes.
In the USA, the survivors of Captain Trips began to have dreams, summoning them to join one of two figures: Mother Abagail, a devoutly Christian centenarian left in a nursing home in Boulder, CO, who wished to restore the existing structure as a godly society, or Randall Flagg, a man with magical abilities who promised a new kind of society if the dreamer joined him in "New" Vegas, NV, accepting him as their sole leader. The few thousand people left proceeded to make their way toward one herald or the other.
Julie Lawry was the sole survivor of her tiny Kansas town in the middle of nowhere. Using a big box store as her camp, she spent about a month in complete isolation before she was found by two other survivors — Nick Andros, a deaf-mute who lost an eye to the now-rampant violence between people, and Tom Cullen, a mentally handicapped man. Wearing a prom dress, a dozen necklaces, a faux fur jacket and carrying a shotgun, she immediately proved to be talkative, manipulative, desperate for sex, and somewhat of a bully, driving Nick and Tom to leave her behind, even after she apologized. Infuriated by Nick's refusal to accept her apology and bring her with them, she gave chase and attempted to shoot him in the back; she only missed because Tom pushed him out of the way. The men managed to escape and proceed on their way to Boulder, leaving Julie alone again. She was barely out of her teens, left to defend and care for herself in a world that had become lawless and savage, with women on their own frequently kidnapped and kept as sex slaves by roving predators.
After the prophetic dreams struck the people of America, she made her way to New Vegas on her own, on foot, where she ascended into Randall Flagg's inner circle by romantically and sexually manipulating Flagg's lieutenant, Lloyd Henreid. Despite having little true affection or attraction to him, Julie nevertheless used Lloyd's status to catapult herself into the highest echelon of New Vegas society, acting as a sort of de facto "First Lady" in the absence of Flagg's wife, Nadine Cross.
New Vegas was a debauched, libertine society filled with sex, drugs, and indulgence of every kind. The elites, those who pledged loyalty to Flagg and served his whims, populated the Inferno hotel, a plush skyscraper with an empty swimming pool in the center (used for death matches as entertainment, as well as an attempted execution by drowning) and Flagg in the penthouse. Labor was done by those who voluntarily came to the territory and were assigned jobs, but also by a large number of captured slaves who refused to be part of Flagg's vision. While on the surface, life appeared to be all roses from then on out, Flagg's city had one very strict rule, enforced 24/7 by literal thought policing: no one was to ever question Randall Flagg. No, really — he could and did read everyone's thoughts at will. He was capable of flight, teleportation, possession, sending psychic messages, and strength that seemed impossible. He once rended a man limb from limb with his bare hands before eating the heart ripped out from the man's chest. This was done in full view of the hotel's residents, in a descending glass elevator. He did apologize for making a mess, though.
For a few months, things were great. Julie had access to all the glitz and glamour she'd been lacking in her poor, white trash past. Her diet was mostly cocaine and champagne, she was given free range of the many abandoned designer shops in the city, and she had the second most important person in the new world wrapped around her pinkie finger. Power was finally something she had, by virtue of the men around her, and she was directly serving the man she had become truly enamored with, Flagg; her faith in him was whole-hearted and honest, right to the very end. She was directly involved with luring one of the three spies sent from Boulder into Flagg's clutches to die, she was the hostess of a televised public execution, and she was party to knowledge that Flagg was in the process of acquiring a nuclear warhead to drop on the community of Boulder. There was nothing she wouldn't do for Flagg, viewing him almost as a god
The night of the execution, as the pool began to fill with water, two prisoners from Boulder chained to the bottom, she happily bounced around and interviewed Lloyd for the cameras, cheering as Flagg gave a rousing speech before he was to depart for Boulder and drop the bomb on them. Things went wrong quickly. Lloyd broke free of the spell Flagg put on people by enabling their worst instincts, and began to defy the leader. The crowd began to turn on each other as others started to speak against Flagg too. But perhaps most unfortunately, the mentally ill Trash Can Man, tasked with finding the warhead in the desert, brought the weapon to the hotel, rather than the airfield as he'd been told. As the dying man, so sick with radiation poisoning that his skin was peeling off, repeatedly proclaimed his loyalty to Flagg, an otherworldly ball of light descended through a broken skylight.
The ball began to shoot out bolts of lightning, a divine judgment from God
So, you could say things have been rough for her recently.
First impressions.
Visual. 5'3", petite, bubblegum pink hair, green eyes, lots of sparkle.
All the gifs you need here!
All the gifs you need here!
Fashion. Just wall-to-wall bangers. Girl can dress and she has expensive taste.
Demeanor. Whatever she needs to be at any given moment.
Aural. American Southern accent, giggly. Video here!
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