#i don’t want to believe that suvi was abused

[hcourageous]

hey sorry i’m not like trying to project but can i say?

suvi saying adults will be kinder if she’s good? red flag

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 2 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allignment: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

CLOSED

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Thoughts on the Andromeda Crew

I've done two more missions in ME:A, one on Voeld and one on Havarl. Thoughts on the crew thus far below the cut:

CREW

At this point in the game, it's become clear that your crew (and the Andromeda initiative as a whole) might have had good reasons to flee the Milky Way galaxy. Besides the incoming, machine-orchestrated apocalypse, I mean. None of these guys quite “belong” in their home cultures, and all of them are misfits to some degree or another.I like that, and how, in many ways, these aren't carbon copies of Tali/Garrus/etc. It's a risk, but I think it pays off. Mostly. Liam is super-emotional, and at times this can make him unprofessional. He loves a lot, definitively an extrovert. Liam is basically the “Deanna Troi”, less in terms of psychological well-being, but more in terms of being the peacemaker of the Andromeda crew. Liam is consistently the one who who worries about making sure everyone gets along, who wants to bond not only with the milky way crew but goes out of his way to bring in Jaal as well. Not only does Liam reject our ideal of toxic masculinity, but he actually takes on a very traditionally feminine role in the group. No wonder he didn't exactly fit in in a police force made up of men like Harkin. Disaster response is closer to what his calling is, but I still think it’s wrong. Honestly, I think Liam would make a great teacher or social services provider; he cares, sometimes too much, but he cares. I also like how the game does point out this is both a positive trait and a negative one; his over-kill on the kett at Habitat 7, his arguments with Cora. It adds balance to his character. My one question: Liam, what is up with those media recommendations on your emails? It must take you a while to set those up and with everything going wrong you'd honestly think he'd focus on something greater than titles of books relating to community.

Cora, like Liam, is a rejection of traditional gender roles. She's clinical, precise, but also pig-headed. She has an almost masculine amount of confidence; she calls it how she sees it, and that's...it. Yet at the same time she has a lot of reverence for the female-coded people in her life; the girl who isn’t like the other girl, she isn’t. 

This leads to a lot of conflict with...just about everyone, actually. She's savage to Peebee for not caring about what she cares about; she doesn't get Drack, and mistrusts him even when he's pretty harmless. She doesn't get Liam, she doesn't get Jaal, and she doesn't get Vetra. Cora butts heads with literally just about everyone who doesn't believe what she does. This makes her character difficult to like, for me, personally. She's very focused on the asari, to the point of almost being an asari otaku (tm @buhnebeest). It's an ironic twist, a human who you would think, from the name, would be all “human rights forever!!!” to be pretty much in love with the asari. It's clear she believes in asari culture in asari religion, in asari strategies. She doesn't belong with humanity anymore; one gets the sense she would have rather been on the asari arc. 

Peebee is an asari with commitment issues a mile long. She's very much the anti-Liara; whereas Liara constantly wanted to get closer to Shepard, Peebee is constantly pushing Ryder away. She doesn't want to commit, tells you up front she's only here to get what she wants and then she's leaving, free-bird style. Peebee would never be so devoted to a friend/lover that she'd go on a one-woman mission to rescue their corpse, I'm saying. Despite that, Peebee is a charming girl; she's clever, smart as a whip, and you can tell she really is passionate about the remnant tech she studies. For Peebee life is all about the new and the now, and you get the feeling that there's no place she'd rather be than the frontier. Of all the people on your team, Peebs best encapsulates the “trail blazer” persona. 

Vetra is, like Peebee, very much the Anti-Garrus. Garrus was a Palaven homeboy, from the capital no less. He came from a position of turian privilege, and it's very evident, particularly in Mass Effect, that he doesn't know how to relate to the others. He started off wary of humans, absolutely cruel to Tali. (Thankfully, he got better.) Vetra is also from Palaven, but has pretty much the opposite sort of backstory: her family life was chaotic, her parents basically unsupportive. She was forced to scrap and save for her sister from a young age. Garrus ran from his family, Vetra is absolutely attached to her sister at the hip. Vetra's my favorite cast member, and while I feel like I'm becoming somewhat of a stereotype by tending to focus on turians (TURIANS!), I think she'd be my favorite even if she wasn't a spiky bird. She's kind, adaptable; I adore the way she makes decisions focused on giving people what they want. She's also intense as fuck, which is something I'm generally into in characters (if you uh, haven't noticed, which...you almost certainly have). Also her addition to dextro cereal is absolutely endearing. Vetra is almost certainly the one I'll romance my first go; I've been flirting with everyone, but I like her best, and some of her dialogue in her romance is so good. “I've got a good feeling about you, Ryder,” said in a soft, but affectionate tone; “It's nice to be appreciated”. Oh Vetra. 10/10 will fanfic forever. I can't wait until Scott wakes up and sees his two new, slightly raptor-like sisters. (I honestly couldn't think of a better way for him to wake up than having Sid squealing about him and how she's heard so much about him from Sara, and did he really break his arm climbing a tree and did it grow back or is it a robot arm???)

Jaal, like Liam, and Drack, rejects the idea of toxic masculinity; so much of Jaal's story is about his emotions, how he must express what he feels. Jaal is a soldier, but he is unquestionably a lover of a great many things: not just people, but places. Jaal I think honestly does love Andromeda; he takes great pride in talking to people everywhere and really reminds me of no one quite so much as Piper from Fallout 4 in terms of connection to the game world. Jaal was the biggest turn around in expectations for me. I don't think his look is particularly attractive and nothing about the pre-release info about him excited me.  I love him and I will definitively romance him second go. He's so emotionally powerful but also kind-hearted; he is absolutely dedicated to his people and turning things around for them. Also, his voice sounds like Javik's which is A+ for me. I will write several fics where he has eight millionty babies he adopts with Ryder. I want to write a bunch of cross-cultural fic, as the angara are interesting; a culture-heavy race long focused to be at war. Plus the reincarnation thing is just...oomph. Def. Space husband.

Drack is a rebel. He's definitively not your standard Krogan; he likes war, sure, but he's far more into family. No one in the party is as much a care-taker as Drack, expect perhaps Vetra. (Whose relationship, as an aside, I find fascinating because it's not how a turian and krogan relationship should go according to the milky way rules; Drack and Vetra not only get along like a house on fire, but Drack is presented as the expert and Vetra as the lesser-experienced.) Drack is very emotional, and it's obvious he loves his granddaughter Kesh and also that he cares about you. I was shocked – in a good way – when he sent Sara an email commiserating with her about her dad and trying to cheer her up with pictures of guns. He's astonishingly emotional, paternal even. I wish you could romance Drack because I would ride that old man's quad. He's gruff and grumpy but also incredibly caring and like Liam, someone focused on unity. He's lived a lot and seen a lot and he's old and jaded but somehow still hopeful and secretly soft as hell and I love him.  It's obvious why Gil didn't really fit in in the milky way; he admits cheerfully that he “lacks purpose” and just kind of drifted from one place to the next. He wants to find this purpose in Andromeda. I have to admit I really do not like Gil at all; I think he's a bit of an asshole. I hate his interactions with Kallo, because Gil just comes off as a jerk who thinks he knows better than the ship's builders. His modifications don't tend to be better than what we already have and as Kallo points out, often cause problems. Worse, he doesn't tell the crew he's going to be doing them, then is offended when they don't work or set off alarms that inconvenience others.

I met him for Poker on the nexus and he seemed more charming from that, as is his poker table book (although it made me wonder why Ryder doesn't get invited to the poker games when Jaal does, and he's only been on the ship for six seconds).  His friend Jill sounds hideous and gross and I absolutely hate how any attempt to tell him that her “U GOTTA MAKE A BABY BRO” speech is inappropriate is met with you don't know her, it's how we do. Yeah making someone feel bad for a sexual orientation they can't help is abuse, not friendship.

Suvi. Suvi I love, on a brighter spot; definitively space wife material, and again, a character I will run through to romance at some point. She's so bright and smart, and while I feel like a lot of people won't like her religious viewpoints, I really do. Religious characters are rare, and I glom onto them like hydrogen to oxygen, baby. I think the dichotomy she feels between being forced to choose to marvel at nature or be forced to explain it is interesting; it gives her depth. I wish Ryder had more ways to talk to her other than “I agree” or “You're shit also your religion is shit” but I do enjoy that Suvi is not an atheist. She's a profound believer in something bigger. 

I think this is what enables her to go to Andromeda, because that's not welcome in an area so soon after first contact, when so many religions on earth must have been shaken by the knowledge that we weren't alone, that there were more belief structures in the universe than we'd accounted for.  She is very much a rejection of the absoluteness of science; interestingly, she somewhat echoes Mordin, who also held some religious viewpoints and took comfort in them in regards to his work on the genophage. Also, she licks rocks, and there's nothing cuter than a girl that licks rocks. Her voice is nice as well, though I'm not sure where the accent is supposed to put her (Irish? Scottish?).

Kallo is probably the closest to fitting in with his species' general stereotype. He's another bright spot for me; Salarians really are bringing it in this game. I like him a lot. He's bright and brave but also a bit of a stick in the mud. It's clear that he expects things to run to spec, and doesn't have a lot of patience for people meddling with his stuff. (I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt in the conversation however, mainly because he isn't furthering the conflict 99% of the time with Gil, and his reasons for...wanting to know what's happening on his ship…are reasonable). Like Joker, he loves the Tempest, but he loves it in a less romantic way. He has more pride in it than emotional love. 

Lexi is...there. And I can’t honestly say much more about her? She doesn’t seem to have half the personality that Chakwas did, but hopefully she’ll get a scene to shine soon. Right now she seems like a waste of a rather famous VA.

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

HOME | PLOT | SURVIVORS | INFECTIONS | 2157 was the end of the world.

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 2 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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Koda Payne | Twenty Seven ;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 1 Status: Infected - Telepathy Allegiance: New Age Rebels Identifies as Non-Binary, Pronouns: He/Him

History

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival.

His mother had dreams of being an artist. Naive, passionate and turbulent at the age of sixteen, Jezebel Payne left her mother’s care, who’d been more concerned with supporting her alcoholism than her daughter, and whose string of abusive boyfriends were no better. 

She’d stowed away on trains until she’d reached Essex, where she eventually got a job at a local supermarket. It was a few months of living on scraps and hoping from hostel to hostel, until she was able to find a shoebox flat to rent. It was tiny, the kitchen in poor shape and open to the only other room besides the toilet—her bedroom—but it was a place she could call her own and one she could come back to for more than a week at a time. She was making it on her own and she was spending her time painting and sketching and everything was going to be okay. She knew it would. It had to be. 

And everything was—for a while. She even met a young man, Peter, who charmed her right out from behind her till at the little market and swept her onto a first date that soon became a second, and a third. He was a musician, and he brought spontaneity and excitement into her modest, simple life. She fell in love quickly, and all too deeply. 

So deeply, in fact, that when he took his aggression out on her, after a few too many drinks and a late night with the bandmates, she hardly saw the resemblance between her situation and her mother’s. She didn’t want to. But a few bruises eventually became holes in the walls that promised she’d never again see her security deposit, and before she could find the courage to leave him, she found out about Koda. 

Little baby Koda—a boy she would never get the chance to name. She was never going to tell Peter about the baby, but he found out by accident and tried to convince her that he would be a good father, that he would make up for his mistakes. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe him, but she was afraid of him and what he’d do if she refused. She was worried he’d cause her to miscarry, were she ever to make him too angry, and her child’s life was something she wasn’t willing to risk. She’d also lost her job when she was late too many times, usually after trying to clean up her cuts after Peter had left, and so now it was him paying for the apartment. She had nowhere to go and no money to get there. 

She was eight months pregnant when she and Peter got in a fight at a night carnival in town, and she’d run away from him, slipped out of sight between the crowds and stifled her tears as he circled the place looking for her. That’s when she went into labour. 

She wound up giving birth at the back of a tarot-reading tent, with the help of a warm-hearted fortune teller called Suvi, having refused to let the woman call for help. But after swaddling the tiny, premature babe in a blanket, and leaving Jezebel to rest and recover, Suvi had slipped from the tent to fetch some water and a warm cloth and when she returned she found the new mother gone. In her wake was only a tiny baby boy wrapped in silky patterns of the universe, and a note that read, Thank you. Please love him like I would have. Like I do. 

Koda Payne was born on the edge of a carnival, and there is where he stayed. 

Koda Today

It was Suvi who named him Koda, and Suvi who raised him. And though it was never a promise she’d even been given the chance to make, it was one she’d vowed to keep anyway. 

And she did love him. Oh, did she love him. A woman of a somewhat transient life following the carnival, reading cards and going where the stars and planets took her, she believed Koda to be brought to her for a reason and she raised him to believe the same. 

She raised him to have open eyes and a generous heart. She taught him the ways of the planets and the universe’s sophisticated and elegant forces of fate. She taught him to read tarot and palms and that being in tune with people and their energies would be the greatest tool he’d ever have.  When he was eighteen she let him study Wicca.  

By the time he was twenty one, he had left the Carnival to open a shop—one he convinced Suvi to retire to now that she was getting older. Something stable would be much more well suited to her, and he was happy to manage the paperwork and the business sides of things for her. 

When the world ended, Suvi hadn’t survived the collapse of the shop. It devastated him, her having been the only mother he’d ever known, but she’d given him a strength in his ability to look forward with hope, and so he had her to thank for the ability to maintain stable-minded through the apocalypse. 

He’d been living with a small clan in a stone manor in Ipswich for nearly four years by the time the NWRF started the purging of the wastelands. A strong believer in equality, and the rights of the Infected, but uninterested in the spilling of unnecessary blood, he aligned himself with the NAR just a few months before the Crusaders found and absorbed his clan. He was one of the few allocated to Colony 22.

Koda is patient, cerebral and sweet. Though he is spiritual in the sense of his belief the power of fate and the universe, he is by no means a preacher. He can be solitary, at times, an independent creature with a deeply rooted connection to nature, but he is otherwise benevolent with people. Despite being described by many as somewhat mysterious, Koda is warm, playful and loving. His dark sides stir to the surface in the presence of those who judge and hate, and though he still practices Wicca and participates in its vein in the Black Market, he does not actively seek vengeance, only justice. 

He will not support the Radicals, uncomfortable with their extremist ways, but he does believe something should be done about the path the NWRF are carving out for the future of humanity, and keeps his unlawful ties in the undercurrent of rebellion outside Colony walls for this reason. 

Koda mostly identifies as non-binary. He prefers male pronouns, and is fine with being referred to as male by those who don’t know him well, but he believes that people, much like the universe, are far too fluid to be contained, and does not assert himself as being only one gender. 

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