E L I Z A B E T H M A D E L I N E P A R K E R
N A M E : Elizabeth Madeline ParkerA L I A S : Agent Alaska
N I C K N A M E ( S ) : Lizzie, Parker, Las
T H E M E S O N G : Searching
B R E E D : Edited Normal || RvB OC
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P A S T : Lizzie never would have guessed that she'd be part of the Freelancer project. She did well in school (with the occasion of one of two bland subjects), sure, but to be part of a government project? Well, she might have assumed her parents to be proud of her, if they weren't wholeheartedly against it.
Born and raised in Fairbanks, Alaska, Lizzie knew little else than school, friends, family, and snowboarding. Despite having a seemingly normal life, nothing can be perfect. Her parents were rigid, proposing that if she even touched a boy it would be a grounding. She hardly went out on weekends, be it to the movies or elsewhere, without her mother or father around. Her siblings were obnoxious, to say the least, and were constantly leaving messes for her to clean up, both literal and figurative. The one good thing she had was snowboarding. Almost every weekend, from noon to near midnight, you could find her on the slope, tearing up the snow.
Of course, that wasn't the reason she was even considered for the Freelancer project.
The fact was, she was utterly brilliant in math and chemistry. Top in her state, even, never having gotten below an A in anything remotely mathematically inclined. Even calculus and physics she considered a walk in the park, while many of her classmates struggled with just about everything.
About a month after turning 18, she joined the military. And not three months after that, Freelancer.
Her parents were furious at that, but perhaps even more outraged at the sight of her partner. Omicron was the last thing they wanted their daughter near, based on one, sole observation; he was most considerably male. And no amount of arguments could change their minds. They forbade her to continue any further with this idea, and she (most literally) told them to blow it up their asses. She was finally happy, and she wouldn't let her sociopath family ruin that.
She didn't mention Omicrons little peculiarities, either.
One word. One sound. One look. All of them could set him off into an uncontrollable, unstoppable rage. He had the nastiest tendency to attack anyone on any grounds, which usually ended in him getting shot. And she never said a thing. Patched him up, held him close and helped him stand, never she never said a damned thing. She simply couldn't lose the one thing that she had stood up for, the one thing that had made her so complete.
Of course, that ended, all because of a simple family feud.
After so many years, Lizzie decided that it was time to try and patch things up with her family. She went back home, making sure to bring Omicron to help explain, and held a baited breath while she waited for one of them to answer the door. It was her mother, who quickly started yelling at her, to which Lizzie remained as perfectly calm as possible. There were many harsh words, though none of which she responded to, and when her mother was done, Lizzie had one thing to say; "I'm not here to fuel your obsessive need to protect me. I'm here to talk."
Her mother exploded, and it was then that her father made his way into the scene. He pulled her mother away, shielding her, and did the one thing that Omicron could not stand.
He hit her.
Hard.
Omicron lunged, his gun already out of the halter, aiming it at her father's head. And while he tried to reason, Omicron was already beyond logical thought. An ear shattering bang resonated through the neighborhood, most of whom were already watching. Her mother screamed so loud that it nearly made her ears bleed, and Omicron had her next. The neighbors came out, hoping to help, and he shot them, too. In time, the whole street had been massacred, and, just like before, Lizzie didn't do a damned thing.
They took him away.
She pleaded for him, explaining that it was her fault, and they merely brushed her aside, explaining that it was natural to feel upset and even try to protect him. But they had the so-called evidence, they had the testimonies, the hospital records. Solitary confinement, if not deletion, was in store for him. She shut herself off, quickly falling out of society. No one could get her out of her house, except when she had to go shopping.
Eventually, however, she began to make her way back into the world, though no one could tell you why. Maybe she realized that it was his fault, maybe she realized that this wasn't helping him, but whatever the case, know this much; she's still looking for a way to get him back.
