Hydra Scientist @cecelia-fairchild - Tumblr Blog

Do you need me, or are you just here to bother me?

(Tw for drug addiction and abuse, along with typical Hydra stuff)

General info:

Appearance: Brown hair, typically done up in some way. Blue eyes. small scar over left eyebrow. 5’7”

Age: 25

Pronouns and sexuality: she/her, aroace

Occupation: Hydra scientist. Typically shut up in her lab for days on end.

Backstory:

Cecelia Fairchild was born from a Hydra agent’s fling. Her mother, Andrea Fairchild, didn’t know the man who got her pregnant, or what he was. She raised Cecelia until she was six, when her father killed Andrea and took Cecelia into Hydra where she belonged. He was soon killed in an accident, and she never learned his identity.

Cecelia would soon take an interest in science. Once in her teens, she started to shadow in the labs and even help out from time to time. She was then granted her own lab once she turned twenty to conduct her own experiments.

Due to an accident one night, she ended up inhaling some of the drug she was working on. This drug was designed to keep assets compliant, but the formula hadn’t been perfected yet. She forms an addiction to this drug, which she typically takes through a mask she wears, but she has it in pill and injection form just in case.

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Mod info:

Hey! This is @thatstargazingaquarius, mod of @the-winter-soldierr and @the-alpine-barnes

As stated above she is aroace so no romance. She may flirt a bit, though. Fair warning she’s probably going to be an asshole.

Feel free to drop starters or questions or anything into the ask box, I don’t mind <3

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.RP STARTER [STATUS: OPEN]

.timeline: any .tw: abuse. alcoholism. substance abuse.

Adams office was a mess. Paper work and documents strewn across the floor and various pills scattered on his desk. His head swam from a mix of alcohol and drugs and the lights were dimmed in a desperate attempt to make his head ache dull. A headache he had brought on by mixing alcohol and pills that probably shouldnt be mixed. But he had bigger things to worry about.

Something had gone wrong, someone had escaped. It was Adams fault, It was one of his assets. He had been in his office for days now, desperately looking for files, looking through any security cam footage he could get his hands on. Anything to find the bastard, so he could bring it back home. He was panicking, he was paranoid, and the substances were his only way of coping with that. What if tbe asset came back for him? What if it killed him for what he had done? It didn't understand that his work was important.. that he was doing a good thing and that sometimes to do the good thing you must sacrifice some things in the process. It would kill him, surely.

He leaned against his desk and reached for a cigarette and his lighter. His hands shook as he lit the cigarette. He took a long drag of the cigarette, trying to relax. He was startled by a loud knock at the door, and almost dropped his cigarette. "What!?" He snapped as he looked at the door with his pupils blown wide. His hand instinctively went to the gun on his table. "Who is it?"