HOPE CARROLL / 70% CYBERNETICS, 30% HUMAN
“Hope Carroll” isn’t her real name. If we’re being honest, even she doesn’t remember her name to begin with.
Her parents were innovators of technology, particularly cybernetics, but had fallen far from grace years before the birth of their daughters due to “unethical testing” on individuals from the Zeigta District (they might not have been the only ones behind the experiments, of course, but they certainly were the only ones caught).
She was born a twin; the doctors found cancer in her sister’s bones starting at age 3. No known cure—at least, not one they could afford. Their parents saw nothing wrong in trying their old methods on the healthier of their two children, before implementing their findings on the other.
She is a diabolical thing of their own creation. Frankenstein’s Monster made of mechanical parts; uncertain now of how many “human” pieces she was left with after years of testing. She doesn’t look human. Not with the way metal is left exposed, or the cybernetic left eye that gleams menacingly in the dark. It’s almost impossible to think her someone once made entirely of flesh. Don’t feel sorry for her. Really, she’s better this way.
Is “the Angel” of a Far Cry 5 based cult warning the people of Nueva that they will soon pay for thinking themselves foolish enough to play the role of God. Is loved as much as she is feared by the members (they were the ones who gave her the name “Hope”). She is sweet, if you don’t stare for too long.
Angels are said to be so horrifying in their true forms, humans would go mad if they so much as caught a glimpse of them in their full glory. So, the mainstream has made them smaller, more palatable. But they forget. Only the true believers know an angel’s power: how they are full of eyes, and teeth.
The feeling you might experience after spending a little time with Hope is similar to standing alone at a gas station in the middle of the night. The clerk behind the cash register disappears as soon as you make your payment, and so you’re left, abandoned, it seems, at the mercy of whatever greater force waits for you in the dark.
