Billie

She knew it was a scam. She went anyway.

Billie won a vacation she didn’t enter. She figured it was a scam. She went anyway, because free is free and she’d never been off-planet. She woke up face-down at a bar on an alien world with no memory of how she got there and a headache that won’t quit.

That’s the kind of decision-making you’re working with here.

“Hi, hello, please don’t eat me”

Billie is scared of most things. She does them anyway. An alien explodes in front of her and her response is “Cool. That happened.” She talks fast when she’s nervous, which is always. She fills silence with rambling. She argues with herself out loud. “Okay, if I jump there and it IS alive, then… no, it’s fine, it’s probably fine.”

She swears the way other people breathe. “Fuck” is punctuation. “Shit” is an observation. She’s not trying to be edgy. It’s just how she talks.

The Most Normal Thing in the Room

On every alien planet, surrounded by screaming lawns and insect dogs, Billie is the most ordinary-looking person you’ve ever seen. Pink baby tee. Chunky sneakers. Butterfly clips. She packed for a vacation and dressed like she was going somewhere fun.

The outfit gets increasingly beat up. She never changes.

“My ex had teeth like that”

Billie is bi. She gets flustered around attractive characters regardless of gender or species. She gets distracted at the worst possible times. She mentions exes offhandedly. “My ex had teeth like that. Wait, no, that’s a compliment here.”

It’s not a storyline. It’s not a reveal. It’s just who she is, the way liking dogs is just who some people are.

Where She Goes

She doesn’t have a quest. She doesn’t have a prophecy. She just keeps getting involved. Every world’s creatures and problems hook her in despite herself. She’s the kind of person who can’t stop caring once she starts. She could walk away at any point. She doesn’t.

She starts the game face-down at a bar muttering about a beer she found. Where she ends up is something you’ll have to find out.

That’s Billie.