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Echo || 23 || General's Second "I will be louder than what came before me; and when I eventually fade away into silence and death - my echo will remain loudly in your heart."

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What was core to how the two women differed? The answer: Guinevere sought to know more, Echo, seemingly, did not. The other woman seemed too brash for Gwen’s liking, too tunnel envisioned, whereas Gwen always wanted to see the bigger picture. They both sacrificed things in order to serve the Grounders, the difference was in their sacrifices. Guinevere knew that the main problem Echo had with her was her views on the Mountain Men; Gwen was curious, and did not support their immediate extinction simply because none of the tribes-people knew hardly anything about them. What if they were so strong that an all out war between the Mountain Men and the Grounders meant the complete wipe out of her people? An unbearable thought. Gwen’s curiosity wasn’t without its reasons, and if only Echo (most of the Grounders, actually) could see that.

"Think what you will, but don’t discard my ideas just yet, Echo." Guinevere replied, and a small amount of gentleness graced her features. "If not me as a person, then my intelligence, as you say, is at least worthy of respect." After she has spoken, her expression again shifts into its original look of diffidence. Echo’s last words, Gwen disapproves of. The look she gives deliberately sours. "You say possibly— as could anything else possibly get us all killed one day. That’s something we don’t know, and I’m shocked that you would disregard my previous victories for… theories you’ve dreamt up.” Guinevere clears her throat, and says nothing whilst a few others walk by them. When they are left alone again, she folds her arms and continues. “As a skilled fighter, the General’s Second, and most importantly one of us, for you I harbour great appreciation. As a person, not so much.” 

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"Your intelligence is worthy of respect - not your ideals." They were too entirely different things, and Echo wasn't at all a fan of the latter; as she had always made clear. "They aren't theories. And I didn't dream them up." Her expression remained cold as they spoke; distant, almost. "The facts are laid out in front of you. The Mountain Men are responsible for death. That's all they are. They've left children orphaned, partners single, parents childrenless." For someone so smart, Echo couldn't believe how naive the woman was. "That works. Because as a person, I don't understand what use you are to us if your head is clouded with dangerous curiosities."

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Guinevere barely left the confinements of Grounder territory save for when she was really needed. If she left the safety of her tribes place then she was accompanied by a dozen soldiers. She had a knife, strapped to the inside of her thigh, but never had she used it on anything other than when cutting apples. Echo’s words made Guinevere give a look of ennui, and she chose nothing as a response to denseness. The General’s Second wasn’t herself stupid, per say, but sometimes, just sometimes, the things that came out of her mouth were questionable. Albeit pointlessly questionable. She only glances at the other woman as she walks around the fighting arena, closer to the pathway leading to other places.

"There is more to life than fighting, just as I already know that there is more to life than writing. But that’s your job and this is mine. The only difference is that I can learn how to fight, but alas, for you, appearing to  be more intelligent will never make it so." Guinevere turns at the last minute to add. "—I won’t offend yours if you don’t offend my own." She hadn’t realised that Echo had started to follow after her, so having turned she nearly bumped into the woman. Her lips formed a straight line as she made some space between them, and there’s a horrible taste forming on her tongue that she eventually manages to swallow, and replace with a tight smile. "Ink that’s kept you and all the rest from possibly dying in another fight." Guinevere dabs at her own forehead then, as if trying to feel for something. "And look, I didn’t even have to break a sweat doing so." There’s a pause before she sighs, losing the airiness to her words. "Your job is very important, Echo. And, you know, despite how insufferable you are as a person, I am grateful for your… skills at… bashing in skulls.”

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Not that she'd ever admit it, but she enjoyed pushing Gwen's buttons - the woman was impressively intelligent, and in a few cases, yes, she's been of great help. And if Gwen had just stopped there, maybe Echo would have liked her more. But wanting peace with the Mountain Men? That was wrong. It was blood for blood, and the Mountain Men had taken too much blood to be allowed to live. Because to the General's second, they wre not only responsible for the Reepers, but for every life the Reepers took. "I know enough." Was her simple answer; she felt like she didn't need to learn anything Gwen knew, and it would be a waste of time to even consider it. Her job was cut throat and to the point. She did as the General said, not only because that was her job, not only because she trusted them, but because she agreed more often than not, if not all the time.

"My problem with you isn't because you're intelligent, Guinevere; it's because of your unrealistic ideals." Echo frowned in annoyance, knowing very well that her job was important. But the admittance on the last part threw her for a spin, not expecting that at all. "In a barbaric sense of the job, yes. But your ideals will possibly get us all killed one day." It was why she always challenged her. Echo didn't understand why anyone would want peace with those who had taken so much blood from them.

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Guinevere hates the fighting regardless of understanding its necessity (in some instances). The Grounders deal with things, primarily, through ambush, through violence, but it was Guinevere who was always seeking out other routes, other options. Perhaps they were trickier ways to go about accomplishing things, but if it meant saving the lives of the tribe from one less, ridiculous battle, then it was well worth the stress. Despite all of this, the Ambassador is watching the sparring — and, to Guinevere’s great dismay, Echo’s smug face upon winning yet another round — from a near distance. Close enough to be seen, but not close enough to be picked on, so she hopes. Yet it was she, out of all the rest that are there, who is asked if she’d like to go “a round”… despite looking the most disinterested! Normally Guinevere likes the attention, but not when it came to this. Her nose wrinkles.

"I’d rather have my leg gnawed on by a Reaper." Gwen says, barely withholding a greater look of disgust than before. She shuffles her papers and stands, hoping that today, of all the days, Echo decides to cease her relentless teasing where Gwen is concerned.

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It was no accident Echo picked on Gwen tonight - she was standing there observing, yet not having any fun. Besides, she had already taken up three challenges that night from a few kids who thought they could win a name for themselves. They were barely older than Althea, and lacked battle experience. But she loved fighting them, because it meant she got to teach them as they fought, often choosing only to take offensive or only defensive. But Gwen..she just- it was infurriating. If she was on her own and a Reeper or Mountan Man or men came? She was done. How could she even think negotiation was an option with those monsters? She would kill them all if it were physically possible. "I'll tell you what, you come with me, and we'll give you that opportunity."

Except Echo wasn't an idiot, and she knew Gwen at least knew that much. Anyone who actively sought out Reepers had a definite death wish. "Just one round. You could stand to learn a few things. Real life, for instance. Instead of having your nose shoved into those papers." She grabbed hands with a few of her fellow soldiers, pulled forward and clapped them on the back as she walked over to Gwen and the sparing continued; she wasn't the only one who liked to teach the kids how to fight. Walking right over to the other woman, she shook her head. "Why the General tolerates you doing that is far beyond me, Guinevere. Everyone here has a job. One that's important to the colony. A useful one. But you? You play with ink all day. Useless."

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Echo had more than enough spare time on her hands - her sister's were tucked into bed, and she was technically off duty. And what better way to spend the evening than to spar with her tribe mates. That's what she was doing now, a small crowd having formed, cheering them on. In the end, Echo came out the victor and she held her hand out to the member on the ground and helped them up with a friendly laugh. "Better luck next time, Kid. Learn to think a few moves ahead." Looking up, she saw someone watching from outside the formed circle and she smiled widely at them. "You wanna go a round?"

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Echo

Faceclaim: Summer Glau Age: 23 Preferred Pronouns: She/her Gender: Female Sexuality: Pansexual

About

Skills: English; combat/weapons; limited healing knowledge What is their primary ‘role’? General’s second Camp: Military

Biography

Echo’s parents were both military, so that’s the camp and tribe she grew up with. There was her older brother, Tycho, who lived up to his name meaning and then some. Growing up, however Echo was more interested in training to become a healer, and enjoyed helping take care of her little sister’s, who seemed to just keep coming. Tycho was always training, and often trained on Echo, much to her despise. However, one day when she was twelve, she bettered her older brother, and the thrill and power and confidence she felt in doing so lead her to stop studying to be a healer and pursue the military career. It was evident right from the start, that Echo had stunning flexibility, reflexes, and memory muscle, and quite soon, was no longer ‘Tycho’s little sister’ - no longer his ‘echo.’ She was catching up to her brother fast and hard, making not only him, but her parents proud of one of their little girls.

The eldest daughter of the five children never stopped training as hard as she could and pushing herself what seemed farther and farther each time. She had all but given up a caregiver role to her sister’s, letting her parents take care of that as she focused on her military career - and had given up healing all together; all in just her first year of training. Except nothing stays the same, and after her youngest sister was born when she was thirteen, everything changed. It was a rough childbirth and their mother passed away, leaving Echo as the ‘woman’ of the house. Refusing to give up her late dream, she trained whenever baby Leda slept, and trained when she could get Althea to take a break from her own healing training to watch her. There was no grieving in the family - death was part of life, and their mother died with honour of giving a new life.

To Echo, there was two sides - work and home. Especially after her older brother left to a far away colony to be a General. Training and as a soldier, she was hard, strict, and knew the rules they lived by. She agreed to them completely, never questioning orders. At home, the only thing that was different, was she listened to her father as a father and not higher up - and she became more gentle and motherly around her sisters. It usually happened around any kid, really. After all, she had raised Leda from birth, and Atalanta from a younger age, too, though was only five years older than Althea. Then, at twenty, she was out with little Leda and Althea, watching them as Althea gathered herbs and taught Leda what they were - and Reapers attacked them. Her reaction was instant and fast, shoving the two girls into a tree as she fought for not only her life, but for her sisters’ lives as well. There was  two of them, and the fight was long and gruesome, but she killed them both. Those two though, were followed by another, and Echo had to be all but carried back by Althea - but she returned loud and booming, living up to the other possible half of her name. And when the position next opened, she was given the position as the General’s second in command; a position she took very seriously and wore with pride and honour.

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