Blank Personality: Not a whole lot is going to change. She’s going from one bad situation to another, and most of her reactions and coping mechanisms will transfer quite neatly. However, she’ll grow more frustrated with the judges than normal as she remembers her experience with resistance, especially with her memories of successful resistance against impossible odds. As a result, she’ll resist any learned helplessness as long as she can. Depending on the results of resistance and especially how her attempts affect others, “as long as she can” may vary wildly.
Besides that, she’ll be approaching a lot of the environment with a mechanic’s mind: interested in all of the little details that make Sabra function, how exactly they differ from what she’s used to, and how she can adapt her previous knowledge in this environment, even how she can use what she learns here to affect her home. With that in mind, the complete newness that will come with being a blank will be much more interesting than frustrating at the beginning.
Writing Sample: It was obvious something was wrong. In fact, that was about the only obvious thing about the whole affair. She’d analyzed the situation to the best of her ability multiple times, but it turns out the best of her ability didn’t mean much when she was (apparently) an amnesiac. Each time the woman looked around the room she could identify the door, bed, torch, trunk easily, but whenever she got around to examining herself, there was nothing more than a bit of fuzz in the back of her head. And she was pretty damn sure that’s not how it’s supposed to go.
“Alright, stranger,” she mumbled to herself, “let’s solve this.” She carefully got out of the bed and began a thorough search of the room, checking in crannies and nooks and whatever other small spaces she might not have seen. “Maybe there’s an ID or a wallet or something else hidden somewhere in all this rock…” (She didn’t actually know what either of those things would look like or even what they were, but they seemed like the sort of thing that’d be helpful here.) Finally, she found a small metal thing knocked under the bed in a place that was just past comfortable to reach. After a little retrival effort, she turned it over in her hands, finally settling with the small hole pointing up almost expectantly. She wasn’t all that sure about putting strange things up to her eye, but well, at this point she’d take what she could get. “You’re kinda funny looking, wallet, but I really hope you’ve got some answers for me…”
She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find, but it certainly wasn’t an image of a remarkably familiar woman. She was absently counting something or other off on her fingers. After a second, she looked up at the Blank, all determination and seriousness. “This is way bigger than you.” A grin. “Suck it up, champ! I do this willingly.”
She had to admit it was helpful, but not perhaps in the way she was hoping for. She still knew very little about the situation or herself, but now had a pleasantly ominous suggestion of what was still to come. But it wasn’t nearly enough to sate her curiosity. As the message looped over and over in her hand (she was pretty sure it was mocking her at this point) she considered her options. She seemed like a nice enough person. Annoyingly vague, maybe, but nice enough. She probably had at LEAST a friendly acquaintance somewhere around that could explain the series of circumstances that led to all this confusion. Then they could skip right to the part where this was just a funny story. Or, as she had to admit was more likely more likely, they could explain the situation she was in and help her prepare for whatever was coming.
After a last cursory glance around the well-examined room, she set out towards the door. Even if she couldn’t find anyone with useful information, at least she’d have some different things to fiddle with.
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Besides that, she’ll be approaching a lot of the environment with a mechanic’s mind: interested in all of the little details that make Sabra function, how exactly they differ from what she’s used to, and how she can adapt her previous knowledge in this environment, even how she can use what she learns here to affect her home. With that in mind, the complete newness that will come with being a blank will be much more interesting than frustrating at the beginning.
Writing Sample: It was obvious something was wrong. In fact, that was about the only obvious thing about the whole affair. She’d analyzed the situation to the best of her ability multiple times, but it turns out the best of her ability didn’t mean much when she was (apparently) an amnesiac. Each time the woman looked around the room she could identify the door, bed, torch, trunk easily, but whenever she got around to examining herself, there was nothing more than a bit of fuzz in the back of her head. And she was pretty damn sure that’s not how it’s supposed to go.
“Alright, stranger,” she mumbled to herself, “let’s solve this.” She carefully got out of the bed and began a thorough search of the room, checking in crannies and nooks and whatever other small spaces she might not have seen. “Maybe there’s an ID or a wallet or something else hidden somewhere in all this rock…” (She didn’t actually know what either of those things would look like or even what they were, but they seemed like the sort of thing that’d be helpful here.) Finally, she found a small metal thing knocked under the bed in a place that was just past comfortable to reach. After a little retrival effort, she turned it over in her hands, finally settling with the small hole pointing up almost expectantly. She wasn’t all that sure about putting strange things up to her eye, but well, at this point she’d take what she could get. “You’re kinda funny looking, wallet, but I really hope you’ve got some answers for me…”
She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find, but it certainly wasn’t an image of a remarkably familiar woman. She was absently counting something or other off on her fingers. After a second, she looked up at the Blank, all determination and seriousness. “This is way bigger than you.” A grin. “Suck it up, champ! I do this willingly.”
She had to admit it was helpful, but not perhaps in the way she was hoping for. She still knew very little about the situation or herself, but now had a pleasantly ominous suggestion of what was still to come. But it wasn’t nearly enough to sate her curiosity. As the message looped over and over in her hand (she was pretty sure it was mocking her at this point) she considered her options. She seemed like a nice enough person. Annoyingly vague, maybe, but nice enough. She probably had at LEAST a friendly acquaintance somewhere around that could explain the series of circumstances that led to all this confusion. Then they could skip right to the part where this was just a funny story. Or, as she had to admit was more likely more likely, they could explain the situation she was in and help her prepare for whatever was coming.
After a last cursory glance around the well-examined room, she set out towards the door. Even if she couldn’t find anyone with useful information, at least she’d have some different things to fiddle with.